Chapter 297 Results

After reading the process of the two sides' enmity, Zhang Jiangong put down the paper and said in a deep voice: "The three of you can choose to fight one-on-one, or you can choose to fight in groups of three-on-three. The time limit is ten minutes!"

A person stood out from Yanmen and said loudly: "Three against three, come on!" His eyes were full of anger, as if it was either you or me.

Sun Men refused to budge, and one person said coldly: "Very good, three against three, let's kill together!"

Zhang Jiangong took a step back and announced in a cold tone: "Yanmen fist vs. Sunmen fist, let's start!"

Immediately, the figures of the Six Paths crazily rushed at each other, all of their attacks were insidious moves, soul-hunting moves, terrific moves. After a few breaths, Yan Men let out a muffled snort, and was hit in the shoulder, dislocating the shoulder joint.

However, he endured the pain and used one hand to fight fiercely with the Sun Clan's people.

Both sides have equal combat power and the same number of people, and no one can take advantage of the battle. In less than a minute, one person was knocked down to the ground, convulsing all over. He was hit in the temple, and he seemed to be dying.

At this time, Zhang Jun's figure flickered, and he came in front of this person, and pointed at the other's temple. A ray of vitality penetrated into it, and secretly used medical skills to restore the shattered bones and muscles one by one, and loosen stasis through the living meridian.

After the treatment, he ordered someone to lift him down, and returned to the Taishi chair to watch the battle.

The one who was injured was a member of the Yan family, and the remaining two were very grateful when they saw that their companion was rescued by the leader of the martial arts. At the same time, they let out a long roar and launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

One of the members of the Sun Clan was seriously injured, and at this moment he finally couldn't hold on, and was swept away by his opponent's palm. After landing, blood spurted wildly, and his internal organs were severely injured.

Zhang Jun walked over to him and healed him with the help of Yiyang Finger and Nine Strengths of Medical Skills. Immediately, the seriously injured man opened his eyes and nodded gratefully to Zhang Jun.

Seeing that Zhang Jun's medical skills are so good, everyone can't help being shocked, what kind of medical skills is this? It is rumored that the martial arts leader's medical teacher is an old undead monster who has lived for more than a hundred years. Is it true?

Within a few minutes, people from the Yan family and the Sun family fell to the ground one after another. Their bodies were covered in blood. Each of them had a few broken bones, their internal organs were traumatized, and they completely lost their combat effectiveness.

Zhang Jun still stepped forward silently, controlling the injuries of the four people. Then he stared at the two parties lying on the ground and asked, "Now that you have fought, do you still have hatred in your heart?"

A member of the Yan family sighed, and said: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of the martial arts leader, I have no hatred in my heart. The conflict back then, my Yan family was also at fault, let it be a thing of the past."

The members of the Sun Clan were also emotional, saying: "The lord's kindness and virtue, I will never forget it! As for the previous enmity, we have already fought, and from now on the two will be cleared!"

"Okay!" Zhang Jun nodded, "You can afford it and put it down, this is a real man, please!"

The people on both sides left the scene with the support of their respective disciples. Although their injuries were serious, they have been healed by Zhang Jun. None of them are in danger of life, and even their skills will not be affected. This is a great kindness that cannot be repaid in a lifetime.

Then Zhang Jiangong announced the start of the second battle, and there was only one person on both sides of this battle. One is seventy-eight years old and the other is eighty years old. Although the two are in good spirits, they are old after all.

The two old men stared at each other for a full five minutes. Suddenly, the 70-year-old man let out a long sigh and said, "Old Zhao, you and I are friends from the same school. At the beginning, we had a dispute over trivial matters. This fight lasted fifty years. You killed my apprentice, and I Killed your apprentice, what did you get in the end?"

The eighty-year-old man clenched his fists, with an angry expression on his face, and said in a hateful voice: "It's all come to this point, why do you need to say more, come on!"

The seventy-year-old man smiled miserably, and said, "I am seventy-eight years old, how many more years can I live? In fact, I have seen it for a long time, Lao Zhao, I will give you justice today!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped his forehead back, only to hear a "pop", the famous martial arts veteran fell on his head and lost his breath.

The eighty-year-old man was stunned. He had fought and hated the other party all his life, so what was he pursuing? Is it the result of today? He walked slowly to the side of the 70-year-old man, and suddenly turned his head to the sky and cried loudly.

At some point, Zhang Jun appeared beside him and asked, "Do you still have hatred?"

"Everyone is dead, where is the hatred?" The eighty-year-old man said coldly, "He is my junior brother."

Zhang Jun nodded, and suddenly bent down to give the old man in his seventies a point between his eyebrows. The old man jumped like an electric shock, and then slowly opened his eyes.

It turned out that when he committed suicide just now, out of subconscious self-protection, the palm was actually not heavy, and it could only knock himself out. Of course, if Zhang Jun hadn't rescued him, he would have died as well.

The eighty-year-old man froze for a moment, then bowed his hands to Zhang Jun and said, "Thank you!" He bent down to help his junior brother up, and said with emotion, "Junior brother, I have figured it out too, I don't hate you anymore."

The old man in his seventies burst into tears. The two old men supported each other and slowly walked down the high platform. Their background was very desolate.

Fights ensued one after another, and some even used weapons. Some people were seriously injured, even Zhang Junzhi could not save their lives. There were also people who came to their senses in the process of fighting, and the two sides smiled and wiped away their grievances.

However, most people still have to come up to fight, and hatred is not so easy to resolve.

The competition lasted from morning to night, and a total of 196 people stood on the competition platform. One hundred and thirty of them were injured, all of them were treated by Zhang Jun, and none of them died.

Six people were seriously injured, their heads were cut off, or their hearts were blown out. Even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save them.

When the last competition was over, Zhang Jun stood up and said in a deep voice, "The competition is officially over. After today, Xijiang Wulin will no longer have grievances and vendettas. Anyone who touches them will be killed!"

Most of the people who came down from the arena received Zhang Jun's treatment, and he established absolute prestige virtually. As soon as this remark came out, no one dared not to follow.

The martial arts people from other provinces were secretly startled when they saw this scene. They saw that the aura of Zhang Jun, the leader of the Xijiang martial arts alliance, had already accumulated. The future Xijiang Wulin will be an interest group, the core of which is the leader of Xijiang Wulin.

The moods of the participants were different, but one thing was consistent, they all respect Zhang Jun now. The martial arts leader is not only strong in martial arts, invincible in Xijiang, but also has the medical skills to bring the dead back to life. Such a person will be the leader of the martial arts, and they will be convinced.

Just as the tournament was about to end, a ragged little beggar walked into the center. The little beggar looked twelve or thirteen years old, with a dirty face and ragged clothes. He was fearless under the eyes of everyone.

Zhang Jun became interested, looked at the little beggar, and asked, "Little brother, what do you do?"

With tears in his eyes, the little beggar knelt on the ground with a "plop", and said loudly: "Report to the leader of the martial arts, my name is Yang Feifan, and my parents are both descendants of Yang's Baguazhang. Seven years ago, my parents stopped a teenager I did evil, but I was killed by Mei Jingwo, the number one general under the command of the Southwest Demon, and that young man was the son of the number one general. The villain survived, but unfortunately he doesn’t know martial arts. I came out today to ask the leader of the martial arts alliance to avenge me.”

Zhang Jun looked at the little beggar quietly, and asked calmly: "I will avenge you, what can you give me?"

The little beggar smiled miserably. He took out a dagger from his pocket, held it up with both hands, and said, "Take my life for it!"

Zhang Jun sighed, at such a young age, he has come to this dead end, it seems that he really has nowhere to go. He walked over to help the young beggar up, and said: "You will follow me from now on, I will avenge your revenge."

Everyone felt awe-inspiring, did the Wulin League mainly challenge the Southwest Demons?

The southwestern demons have a very wide territory, including Yunnan, Guangxi, Chongqing, Shu and other places. Their main activities are in southern Yunnan province, where they engage in criminal activities such as smuggling.

The young beggar Yang Feifei kowtowed three times to Zhang Jun, gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you to the leader of the martial arts. From now on, the leader will let me die, and I will die. I will live as I want!"

Zhang Jun shook his head and said: "Okay, let's talk about your business later." Then he signaled Zhang Jiangong to end the competition.

After the contest ended, the results of the contest spread like the wind in the martial arts world. Everyone knew the reputation of the Xijiang martial arts leader. This was the real status and prestige in the martial arts world!

As for the little beggar, Zhang Jun didn't just keep him by his side just because of a whim. When he saw him for the first time, he saw a kind of ethereal and unpredictable golden light on the little beggar, which reminded him of a kind of fate recorded in the qi-watching technique, the fate of extreme change.

The so-called fate of extreme change means that this kind of person either has a bright future and will overwhelm the world; or he will achieve nothing and end up miserable, worse than ordinary people. As for what kind of situation will become, it depends on the character and mentality of the parties involved.

Zhang Jun was very curious about this kind of fate, so he simply kept the little beggar by his side to study it. In his opinion, if he can exert influence, wouldn't the future of the little beggar be boundless?

After the meeting, Zhang Jun handed the little beggar to Zhang Jiangong and told him to clean up the little beggar, take a bath and change into new clothes, but he left first.

Zhang Jun did not expect that the impact of the martial arts competition would be so far-reaching. Early the next morning, he received a call from Zhang Jiangong, saying that a large number of people from the martial arts came to the martial arts building to pay a visit to the leader of the martial arts.

Zhang Jun was treating patients, and he did not rush when he received the call, and did not leave until the treatment was over.

When he came to the Wulin Building, he found that the people who came to visit were all those who had received favors yesterday. They brought various gifts and piled up the room.

Hundreds of people stood in the hall with respectful expressions.

Zhang ###### sat on the chair and said: "Everyone, we just met Jiantian, you are here today, what do you want?"

A young man stood up, bowed deeply, and said seriously: "Leader, my father was seriously injured yesterday. If it wasn't for the help of the leader, I'm afraid he would have passed away. In order to repay the kindness of the leader, I decided to do my best in the future. Support any decision made by the leader. As long as the leader says a word, I will never back down!"