Brother Zhou!"

"Old naughty boy!"

"Uncle Zhou!"

After seeing the old man, there was a burst of exclamation in the hall. Guo Jing called out "Brother Zhou", but Huang Rong called out "Old Naughty Boy". Hao Datong and Sun Buer in the hall both called out "Uncle Master".

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The visitor was none other than the old naughty boy Zhou Botong.

After Yang Xingzhou left, Zhou Botong and Ouyang Feng lived in a depressed state near Jianzhong. Zhou Botong went around and found a good place for him. It was a beautiful valley, so he took the Jade Bee with great interest.

When everything was moved to that valley, he named the valley Baihua Valley, and spent his whole day keeping bees and practicing martial arts.

Later, Guo Jing held the World Martial Arts Conference, and someone specially sent him an invitation. He, Baihua Valley, was not very far from Dasheng Pass, so he should have arrived a long time ago, but he was a naughty boy and saw interesting things along the way.

I can't walk anymore, and the older I get, the more playful I become.

A few days ago, he met a group of children playing marbles. He crouched down to play with these children. Unexpectedly, he met a master of playing marbles. Zhou Botong did not use martial arts, but only relied on marble skills to lose several games. Although

There were more wins than losses, but after all, we also lost a few games.

Zhou Botong was not convinced and insisted on deciding the outcome with these children. He pestered these children to play for several days, and then he defeated all the children nearby. He was satisfied and wanted to leave.

A group of children were unconvinced and wanted to compete with Zhou Botong in throwing sandbags. If they lost the sandbags, it would be better than kicking the shuttlecock. If they lost the shuttlecock, it would be better than skipping. After the competition, skipping would be better than fishing. After the competition, it would be better than fishing. Compared with playing with fishing, it would be better than swinging. Zhou Botong was more interested.

Bo Bo, compete with them one by one.

After all these children were defeated, several days had passed. Only then did Zhou Botong remember the martial arts conference, so he hurried on. On the way, he met a hotel where the food was really good. Zhou Botong ate deliciously.

After secretly eating in this hotel for several days, I hurried to Dashengguan.

As soon as he arrived at Lujiazhuang, he saw Jinlun Dharma King blocking the door of the hall. He immediately knocked Jinlun Dharma King away with a wave of his hand, strode into the hall, and looked at Guo Jing: "Brother Guo, I'm here! I ran away.

More than a hundred miles away, I'm thirsty and hungry, please give me something to eat first!"

In the blink of an eye, he saw Yang Xingzhou sitting in the hall, and he was overjoyed: "Ah ha, Yang Xingzhou, brother Yang, are you here too?"

He strode towards Yang Xingzhou and was about to say something when suddenly a sound broke through the air behind him. Jinlun Dharma King flashed his body and came behind Zhou Botong. He slapped Zhou Botong's head with his palm: "Old man, it doesn't count just now. Let's fight again!"

As a Mongolian protector, he has never been defeated in his life. He can dominate the world with his bare hands, and he is invincible. Otherwise, he would not have the courage to come to Lujiazhuang to participate in the Heroes Conference.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at Lujiazhuang today, he was overshadowed by a young man named Yang Guo. Then he was slapped away by Guo Jing, and now he was kicked away by Zhou Botong. This made him shocked and angry. He couldn't believe that there was such a thing in this world.

After so many masters calmed down, they walked to the hall and attacked Zhou Botong again.

Zhou Botong heard the voice and identified his position. He dodged and avoided the palm of Jinlun Dharma King. He came to Yang Xingzhou and said: "Brother Yang, give me a few snacks to try. Oops, I'm starving to death!"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said, "Okay!"

He stretched out his hand and patted the table. A piece of snack on a plate on the wine table suddenly jumped up and flew towards Zhou Botong. Zhou Botong opened his mouth to catch the snack, ate it with a sound, and said: "More."

Drinking alcohol makes your mouth very dry."

Yang Xingzhou pressed his palms hard on the table, and a stream of wine arrows suddenly shot out from the spout of the wine pot next to him, rushing towards the door facing Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong was overjoyed and took a long breath. The arrow of wine that flew out turned a corner and flew towards his mouth.

If an ordinary person wants to fly the snacks on the plate, then all the snacks on the plate will fly out. It is impossible to fly out alone. If you want to fly out the wine in the wine flask, you must also fly out.

He only had to hold the handle of the wine pot, but Yang Xingzhou just used his magical skills to control the snacks and wine as if they were living creatures, flying to Zhou Botong's mouth. This skill has reached the point where he can use it freely, and everyone in the hall naturally

It's impossible to do it in quantity, so I can't help but feel awe.

Jin Lun Dharma King failed to capture Zhou Botong in one shot. In the blink of an eye, he saw Yang Xingzhou controlling the snacks and drinks flying towards Zhou Botong. He was stunned for a moment and his heart became cold.

He is a great master in the world, so he naturally knows how powerful Yang Xingzhou's techniques are. For a moment, he felt that all his decades of hard work had been turned into a dream. All his efforts to win the world and his eternal fame were all in vain.

He nodded to Yang Xingzhou and said, "I'm looking down on the world's heroes. Hero Yang's magical skills are amazing. I'm bringing shame on myself!"

He turned around and left.

Only then did Zhou Botong realize that the great monk wanted to compete with Yang Xingzhou. He immediately became curious and said, "Hey, great monk, do you want to fight Brother Yang?"

He seemed to have seen the most ridiculous thing in the world: "You dare to provoke Brother Yang? Even Mr. Zhou has to walk around when he sees him. If you fight him, aren't you bringing shame on yourself?"

Jinlun Dharma King paused and did not look back, saying: "I am no longer your opponent at this time. I will return to the Western Regions. After I have perfected the secret method in my sect, I will come back to you for advice."

Zhou Botong was surprised: "What secret method? Can you teach it to me? Great monk, don't leave. Is the secret method you just mentioned powerful?"

Jin Lun Dharma King snorted and ignored it.

At this time, Dalba had already woken up. Jinlun Dharma King gave an order, and dozens of grassland masters in the hall got up at the same time and walked towards the door.

As soon as he left the hall, he saw an old beggar with white hair and beard walking across from him. This old beggar was holding a bamboo stick and carrying a red wine gourd on his back. His face was glowing red. When he saw Jinlun Dharma King and others, he was slightly startled: "This is

Why are there still Yi people participating in the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference?"

Zhou Botong had already chased to the door. When he saw the old beggar at the door, he said happily: "Old beggar? Are you here too?"

The old beggar looked at Zhou Botong and said with a smile: "Botong? Are you here too?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the Jinlun Dharma King and others who came to him, and asked, "Who are these?"

Zhou Botong: "I don't know, it seems like he is deliberately looking for trouble."

This old beggar is none other than Northern Beggar Hong Qigong. Guo Jing and Huang Rong held the World Martial Arts Conference, which naturally failed to hide it from Hong Qigong's ears. Although he had ignored the gang's affairs for many years, this conference was not a trivial matter after all. He couldn't worry about it.

Came from out of town, and I haven't seen Guo Jing and Huang Rong for many years, so I also wanted to meet my two apprentices.

At this time, when he heard Zhou Botong say that these people in front of him were causing trouble, he became furious and reached out to slap the leader, Jinlun Dharma King: "As a monk, why are you getting involved in these things?"

Jinlun Dharma King saw that the old beggar was speaking very rudely, and thought to himself: "Are there so many masters in the Central Plains?"

Seeing Hong Qigong slapping him with his palm, he immediately smacked him away and said: "Get out!"

The two palms met, Hong Qigong's body swayed slightly, and the huge body of Jinlun Dharma King suddenly flew into the air and crashed into the hall, accidentally hitting Yang Xingzhou.

Yang Xingzhou stood up, let out a long laugh, stretched out his hand to grab the Jinlun Dharma King's neck, and suddenly threw it out with all his strength: "The Dharma King is easy to leave, so I won't send you far away!"

Jin Lun Dharma King came in as fast as he left, and his whole body turned into a red cloud and flew out of the hall quickly.

Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong outside the hall were all startled. Seeing the fierceness of the Dharma King flying towards them, they all ducked to avoid it.

After Jinlun Dharma King flew out of the hall, he flew across a distance of five to six feet, and just now he shouted loudly. After some somersaults in the air, he landed on the ground. Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed and he turned to the ground again.

After some somersaults, Yang Xingzhou's strength was eliminated. When he stood firm, he found that he was standing outside the gate of Lujiazhuang at some point.

Jin Lun Dharma King stood blankly on the spot, the expression on his face kept changing. After a moment, he let out a long sigh and turned around to leave.

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