For Yang Xingzhou, it was simply an inexplicable act for King Jinlun to attend the Heroes Conference at Dashengguan. It was like the United States running for president in later generations, and North Korean officials also running for office, exuding an extremely absurd flavor.

If Yang Xingzhou had followed Yang Xingzhou's style of dealing with people, he would have beaten him to death with a stick, and there would be no need to waste time with the opponent. He was already sure that the opponent was the enemy, so why bother? Just go up and do it.

Therefore, he did not understand the plot in the original work. He felt that all the martial arts characters in the Central Plains were mentally retarded in the plot at Lujiazhuang, Dasheng Pass, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong were no exception.

A group of foreign players want to run for the title of China's martial arts leader. The nationality issue at the first level alone is enough to eliminate them. Since these people are not even qualified to compete, why bother with them?

But in the original work, Guo Jing and others actually let King Jinlun and others participate in the fight for the leader of the martial arts alliance. This is simply a collective act of wisdom and is simply incomprehensible.

Now that he was inciting him, all the martial arts people in the courtyard looked at Jinlun Dharma King and showed their willingness to take action. These are rough people. They originally participated in this conference to fight against the Golden Horde.

, now that the Protector of the Golden Horde appeared in front of everyone, they couldn't help but feel moved.

If he could kill the enemy's Imperial Guard this time, it would be a big deal that would make him famous, enough to brag about for a lifetime.

Seeing that everyone had unkind expressions, even King Jinlun, who was resourceful and invincible, still felt a little panicked and shouted: "What? Do you people from the Central Plains want to rely on more to win?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "You threw yourself into a trap, and who will blame you?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Huang Rong thought to herself: "This Jinlun Dharma King is the national advisor of the Golden Horde. If you really kill him, it will give Mongolia an excuse to raise troops in the Central Plains. We, the Song Dynasty, are completely unprepared.

If we are attacked suddenly, I’m afraid we won’t be able to withstand it at all!”

Immediately he shouted: "Okay, we people in the Central Plains are a country of etiquette. You are a guest from afar. The two countries are at war without cutting off the envoys. Since you are here, please take a seat. You can witness the martial arts leader of our Central Plains. As for the Great

Monk, you are not from the Central Plains, so don’t think about the position of leader!"

Jinlun Dharma King snorted and said: "I will not interfere with your Central Plains martial arts affairs, but this person poisoned my disciple, and this revenge must be avenged!"

He pointed at Yang Xingzhou: "This man is despicable and shameless. He poisoned my apprentice Huo Du to death. Even my second apprentice Dalba was almost killed by poison. This matter cannot be settled here. If he fights with my apprentice openly,

How can my disciple be killed by a villain like him?"

Guo Jing looked at Jinlun Dharma King very strangely and said, "Great monk, are you sure your disciple can beat me, Brother Yang?"

Jinlun Dharma King said: "My disciple Huo Du has almost obtained my true inheritance. Who can be his opponent except you?"

As a Mongolian and Tibetan holy monk, he had never encountered an opponent in his life. He thought that when he came to Lujiazhuang this time, he could single-handedly overthrow the Central Plains martial arts world. But just now he saw Guo Jing knocking off Dalba's iron pestle with a casual move.

When he reached the side, his skills were so clever and his skills were so profound that he seemed to be a little better than himself. This time, he was secretly shocked. He was extremely polite to Guo Jing in his words and did not dare to be overly arrogant.

He had heard Dalba talk about Huo Dou's murder, and he always felt that Huo Dou died mainly because he was poisoned and assassinated by Yang Xingzhou. If Huo Dou was not poisoned, no one in the Central Plains martial arts world could kill him.

Due to the presence of Guo Jing this time, he did not dare to be too tough. He just insisted that Yang Xingzhou was despicable and wanted to avenge his disciple. Otherwise, if he left in such a dejected manner, he would lose face.

Guo Jing saw that he wanted to seek revenge on Yang Xingzhou, but he could not make the decision in this matter. He immediately looked at Yang Xingzhou and said, "Brother Yang, this is looking for you."

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "It's rare that this great monk has the courage to come here. Since he comes to take revenge, let's do it!"

Guo Jing stopped blocking him and said to King Jinlun: "Please come in and sit down."

Jinlun Dharma King led everyone around him into the hall, gave Yang Xingzhou a vicious look, and said to Dalba: "Go kill him and avenge your junior brother!"

Dalba said: "Yes!" He picked up the iron pestle and walked towards Yang Xingzhou.

His former golden pestle was scraped off by Yang Xingzhou. It was too ugly, so he discarded it and changed it into the current iron pestle. He was also taught the supreme powerful pestle method by his teacher.

The past is no longer the same.

He had always thought that Yang Xingzhou was despicable and poisoned him and others. In terms of real strength, he was definitely not as good as himself, so he held the iron pestle and marched forward without any fear.

When Yang Guo saw that Dalba was about to attack his teacher, he thought to himself: "The teacher has something to do, and the disciple will do his duty." As soon as he moved, he wanted to intercept Dalba, preparing to defeat Dalba and then challenge the King of Jinlun.

Just as he was about to move, he saw Yang Xingzhou sitting next to the wine table, reaching out to pick up a bowl of tea, gently blowing the tea leaves on the tea, looked up at Dalba who was walking over, and said with a smile: "You are Dalba

?”

When he said this, his voice was soothing and his eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss. Dalba met his eyes, and his mind suddenly became dizzy and he said: "Yes, I am Dalba!"

Yang Xingzhou asked: "Is your teacher Jinlun Dharma King?"

Dalba slowly put down the iron pestle in his hand, placed it on the ground, stopped and said, "Yes, my teacher is the King of the Golden Wheel."

Yang Xingzhou said slowly: "Your teacher is going to test your kung fu and ask you to use your most powerful kung fu to beat him."

Dalba said: "Yes, my teacher, I will test my supreme powerful pestle technique."

Yang Xingzhou said: "Don't hesitate, fight!"

Dalba said: "Yes, let's fight!"

Having said this, he lifted the iron pestle with both hands, turned around suddenly, and smashed it at the Golden Wheel Dharma King behind him.

Everyone saw Yang Xingzhou talking to Dalba, and what they said was a bit incomprehensible. However, they never expected that in just a few words, Dalba suddenly turned around and attacked his teacher. The iron pestle broke through the air and let out a "Woo!"

"Woo", the low sound is very frightening.

This time, his elbows and armpits suddenly appeared. Even though Jinlun Dharma King had experienced many things, he was still shocked. Facing the iron pestle thrown by Dalba, he quickly stepped back and shouted: "Dalba, what's wrong with you?"

Dalba's eyes were straight, and the iron pestle in his hand was dancing like the wind, but he did not answer.

Jinlun Dharma King noticed something was wrong, and when he saw the iron pestle breaking through the wind, he immediately moved forward without hiding, brushing against Dalba's iron pestle, and in an instant he reached Dalba's chest, stretched out his hand to hold down Dalba's arms, and shouted

: "Darba!"

Dalba was shaken, shook his arms a few times, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Seeing that Yang Xingzhou had only spoken a few words to Dalba, Dalba acted like he was possessed by an evil spirit and attacked his teacher. Everyone in the hall was in an uproar, thinking that Yang Xingzhou was indeed the big devil of the demon sect and could cast demonic spells.

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Even Jinlun Dharma King had doubts and held Dalba aside. He kept reciting the Supreme Tantric Demon-Conquering Mantra in order to cast down demons and eliminate demons for Dalba and remove the evil spells he was possessed by.

Seeing that Yang Xingzhou had such a method and could drive Dalba crazy with just one look, Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked at each other with shock on their faces. Huang Rong whispered: "The soul-moving method! This is the soul-moving method in the Nine Yin Scriptures.

The Soul Technique! I didn’t expect it to be so powerful when used by this person!”

Yang Xingzhou just used the soul-moving technique. After hypnotizing Dalba, he was very proud and said to Yang Guo next to him: "How is it? Isn't this a powerful move?"

Yang Guo was greatly envious and said: "It's incredible! Teacher, what kind of kung fu is this? Why don't you teach me?"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "Your skill is not deep and your concentration is unstable. If I teach you this skill now, it will do more harm than good. In a few years, when your mind is peaceful and your skill is deep, I will teach you again."

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When he said this, he pointed at Jinlun Dharma King who was chanting a mantra not far away, and said: "Later, go meet this great monk for a while and see how many moves you can withstand under his hands."

Yang Guo became competitive and said with a smile: "Teacher, why do you want to gain other people's ambition and destroy your own prestige? Even though this old monk is powerful, I may not lose to him!"

He walked slowly to Jinlun Dharma King, pinched his waist and said: "Hey, great monk, you want to kill my teacher? My teacher said that your skills are too poor, and he is too lazy to fight you. When you beat me,

Only then are you qualified to take action against my teacher."

Jin Lun Dharma King was already extremely afraid of Yang Xingzhou. When he saw Yang Guo coming to provoke him, he thought to himself: "It would be a good idea to try his disciple's skills first and figure out his martial arts routine before attacking him."

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He took out a golden wheel from his arms. This golden wheel was made of gold, with nine small balls hidden in the middle. When he shook it with his hand, it made a thrilling sound.

With the golden wheel in hand, he put Dalba aside, stood up slowly, looked at Yang Guo, and whispered: "Boy, if you can block ten of my moves, the old monk will turn around and leave without mentioning revenge!"

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In the distance, Yang Xingzhou sighed: "Ten moves are too few, let's go to a hundred. Jin Lun, my apprentice is actually very powerful. If you are careless, it is still unclear who will win and who will lose."
Chapter completed!