409 Martial Spirit

409 Martial spirit

No matter what happened before, the martial arts conference was held with great fanfare.

Anne brought a dozen disciples to the Emei Sect. As members of the Qilin Sect, they naturally could not disgrace the Qilin Sect.

These disciples were neatly dressed in the uniforms of the Qilin Sect. They were well-trained and never wandered around in the Emei Sect. They just went wherever Qin Chuan went. They stayed in the room without Qin Chuan's instructions.

This kind of quality makes people from other sects amazed.

"Hey, it would be great if our Beggar Gang could have this kind of execution ability."

Ren Changqing squatted on the ground, and while participating in the martial arts conference, he did not forget to shake an iron vat and beg for food.

"Where did the beggar come from?"

Some tourists couldn't help but curl their lips when they saw Ren Changqing next to them.

"Elder Ren, we are all beggars, what kind of execution ability do we need?"

"Nonsense!"

Ren Changqing slapped the little beggar next to him, "Do we beggars have to be unorganized and undisciplined?"

"Isn't it?"

"Idiot, no wonder you only deserve to beg!"

"But elder, aren't you also here begging for food?"

"Oh, let me wipe it, you are still reasonable!"

Ren Changqing slapped him hard, and the little beggar screamed repeatedly.

"However, tomorrow is the martial arts conference, so those guys should be here soon, right?"

"Who is it? Elder?"

"Is this your first time coming to a martial arts conference?"

"Yes, elder."

"Well, you don't know that in order to protect the wisdom of the martial arts conference, several sects appointed a mysterious organization as the supervisor of the conference to ensure the fairness of the conference."

"Ah? What organization is it?"

"Martial spirit."

When Ren Changqing said that, there was a little fear in his eyes, "That terrible organization...is weird..."

"Why haven't I heard of this organization?"

"Nonsense, how could a little beggar like you have heard of Wuhun! Only those of us who have been around for many years know about them...and if we can avoid it, we'd better not meet them. These people are really scary. .”

"Then I really want to meet you!"

The little beggar was full of expectations.

"Why are you meeting them? You are crazy!"

"However, elder, please tell me, who is expected to win the martial arts leader this year?"

The little beggar kept asking questions like a hundred thousand whys.

"If you want to ask that, the old beggar can tell you."

Ren Changqing picked his toes and said, "In today's martial arts world, the strongest person is the old monk Miao'e. That old guy's Yi Jin Jing has been learned to the bone! What a fool, even if Even if nine old beggars are tied together, they are no match for that old monk!"

"Nine elders can't defeat him? So powerful!"

"Of course, do you think the leader of the martial arts alliance came for nothing?"

"It seems that this powerful monk will be the leader of the martial arts alliance this year?"

"No...he is old after all."

Ren Changqing sighed, "Hey, this person, even if he is famous for a while, he will eventually grow old one day."

"Hey, the little beggar is also most afraid of death. It would be great if there was an elixir of life in this world!"

"Nonsense, where can such ghost things exist!"

Ren Changqing patted him and said, "An Xin will be your little beggar. As the saying goes, after three years of being a beggar, the emperor will not change!"

"That's nice to say..."

"Do you deserve a beating?"

"No, no, the elders are the wisest! Then elders, who can be the leader of the alliance this year?"

"When it comes to this martial arts world, apart from the old monk Miao'e, the stinky Taoist priest Zuo Xiaolong is the strongest! This year's leader of the martial arts alliance is undoubtedly the stinky Taoist priest."

"But I think that man named Qin Chuan is also very strong!"

The little beggar muttered, "He defeated that abb by himself!"

"Haha, you brat, you don't understand this!"

Ren Changqing burst into laughter, "That Qin Chuan is quite powerful, but his ability to defeat Abb is mostly a matter of luck! His true strength is still far from it!"

"Hey, I don't think...that Qin Chuan is really handsome!"

The little beggar muttered again.

"Handsome as he is, he's just a young boy, even an old beggar. I'm not afraid of him!"

"Ah, isn't this Senior Ren?"

At this moment, a short-haired man wearing a navy blue arrow-sleeved robe walked over.

This person is none other than Qin Chuan.

Behind him were three disciples from the Qilin Sect, all dressed in the same style, with the same temperament, and uniform. To outsiders, they don't look like martial arts masters, but more like soldiers.

"Ah, Qin, the head of Qin..."

When Ren Changqing saw Qin Chuan, he suddenly smiled apologetically.

"Senior Ren, it's been a long time since we last said goodbye. That time, senior said we couldn't have a good fight. How about we have a good fight this time?"

"Oh... Master Qin... look what you are saying. With such little skills, the old beggar dare not compete with Master Qin!"

Ren Changqing's feet were twitching. Who dared to fight this guy Qin Chuan! This kid is so lively and energetic, he is like a dark horse, and no one can stop him from moving forward!

"How can this be done? Senior Ren is the strongest person in the Beggar Clan. If Senior Ren says it can't be done, then who can do it?"

"Haha... Our Beggar Clan... we can't do that now, but there will definitely be someone who can surpass me in the future."

Ren Changqing said, stretched out his hand and touched the head of the little beggar next to him.

"This person has good qualifications."

Qin Chuan's eyes also fell on the little beggar, and he could see that he had good qualifications.

"You're not going to steal someone from me, the old beggar, are you?"

"how could be."

Qin Chuan smiled, "I, Qin Chuan, never do things that win people's favor."

As he spoke, he bent down and said to the little beggar.

"Little brother, do you want to come with me? If you come to my place as a guest, you will have enough fish and meat."

"Really, really?"

The little beggar immediately started drooling, and Ren Changqing cursed angrily.

"You brat, didn't you say you won't take advantage of others?"

"Yeah, so I'm just asking this little brother for his opinion."

Qin Chuan said with a smile, "This little brother can choose where he wants to go."

"I still choose to stay in the Beggar Clan."

The little beggar said crisply, "As the saying goes, after three years of being a beggar, the emperor will not change!"

"Emma, ​​these words have touched my heart. That's great! I don't love you in vain!"

"good."

Qin Chuan nodded, "You are very ambitious. Your Beggar Gang has gained a good disciple."

"You brat..."

Only then did Ren Changqing understand Qin Chuan's intention. He curled his lips and said.

"You...be careful of people with martial arts spirits."

"Martial spirit? What the hell is that?"

Qin Chuan frowned.

"Haha, you'll know when the time comes. The two of us are going to beg elsewhere. You go about your business."

With that said, the two beggars, one big and one small, walked away with their jobs in hand.

"What a weird old man."

Qin Chuan said, "There is a nice pavilion in front. Go and ask Annie to come over. I'll wait for her there."

"Yes, Master.

The disciples immediately turned around and left. Qin Chuan walked into the pavilion. A disciple immediately stepped forward and swept away the snow on the stone bench for Qin Chuan.

"Master, please."

"Um."

Qin Chuan thought to himself that it was different now that he was the master of a sect. No wonder people in the world say that power is good, and now they finally understand.

This feeling of being served is really different.

If you get used to it... I'm afraid you will really get diseases you shouldn't get.

"Step aside."

At this moment, a man wearing a pig face mask stood in the pavilion and said coldly to Qin Chuan.

"How dare you talk to our leader like this!"

The two disciples suddenly became furious, but Qin Chuan waved his hand to stop them.

"Listen to him."

Qin Chuan waved his hand, asking the two disciples to suppress their anger.

"My dear friend, is your tone of voice a little too aggressive?"

"This is my place, get out of here."

The man in the pig face mask scolded directly.

"Oh? Are you from the Emei Sect? No, the Emei Sect is all female disciples. Your voice sounds like a man. Could it be that you have undergone sex reassignment surgery?"

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

"No, no, no, what I dislike the most is death, so I never seek death."

"Do you know who I am?"

The pig-faced man said coldly.

"Then do you know who I am?"

"have no idea."

"You don't even know who I am, why should I know who you are, you're crazy!"

"I see you are really tired of living!"

The pig-faced man raised his hand, and his palm was like ruby, as if it was burning with fire!

Even if Qin Chuan is sitting there, he can feel the fiery energy in his palm!

"It seems that we are going to take action if we can't stop talking."

Qin Chuan smiled and then ordered, "Bring the tea and beef. It's natural to enjoy such a snowy scene."

"You can't help but appreciate it!"

The pig-faced man said, "Now is the day you die!"

As he spoke, he slapped Qin Chuan on the head.

Qin Chuan sat there and did not move. He just raised his left hand and greeted it with a palm.

"boom!"

Red-red flames and blue-white frost burst out at the same time!

"Ice Palm?"

The pig-faced man was a little surprised, "Why do you know this Emei palm technique?"

"Because I swept the ground in Emei."

Qin Chuan chuckled, "Your palm technique is quite amazing, it actually contains such strong power of fire. How long has it been since you masturbated? How long have you been holding back the fire?"

"Boy, you're going to be speechless right now!"

The pig-faced man's hand was like a red-hot iron, while Qin Chuan's left palm was as white as jade. The black fire palm and the ice palm collided together. The fierce conflict between fire and ice disturbed the surrounding space.

The light snow that was falling slowly stopped and danced around, as if spinning!

"..."

The pig-faced man couldn't speak now, but he was shocked in his heart.

I'm so confused, it's so scary!

The two disciples stood nearby, feeling this huge energy!

This is a showdown between masters!

"Zhutou, you seem like you can't hold on any longer."