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Wujizi: "But you heroes, you don't have to stare at the old guys of the older generation.

As the saying goes, a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple, and a disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher.

As for the way of chivalry, I am far behind. Not only am I not as good as Jing'er, Ronger, Kang'er, Nianci and others, but I am also far inferior to Miss Fu'er, Guo'er, Jin'er and Cheng Ying.

Seeing this, I am very happy, because our Song Dynasty has been saved, and the masters will no longer fail.

Only in our Song Dynasty, if a new generation replaces the old ones, can this world have hope.

What I said was not that Pindao was shirking responsibility, but that Pindao wanted to say that since Jing'er had the willpower to fight against the Mongols, he even launched a hero meeting.

Since Jing'er has this ambition, in order to facilitate the unification of orders, why not let him serve as the leader of the martial arts alliance?

If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come forward and challenge, and martial arts will determine the outcome!"

“Great idea!”

"Master Wuji has a great idea! Guo Daxia is the leader of the alliance!"

"Guo Daxia, Guo Daxia!"

"I...Master, everyone, I can't afford it, I really can't afford it!"

"Brother Jing!"

"Brother Guo, I support you!"

"Uncle Guo, my nephew supports you!"

"Haha, Jing'er, my teacher believes in you. Besides, if there is something that really can't be solved, don't you still have a group of backers?

I, Brother Huang, Qi Gong, etc. are all your solid backing.

Just do your best and don’t let yourself regret it.”

"Haha, even the Prince Consort with the Golden Sword says he can't afford it. You, a Taoist priest, why do you guys bother?

How about giving up the position of leader of the alliance to the master?

Don't worry, in terms of martial arts, my master is definitely the best in the world, and the five masters of the Central Plains are just defeated by his subordinates.

In terms of identity, my master is the national master of the Mongol Empire!"

Suddenly, an arrogant voice came from outside the house, making everyone in the meeting frown.

"Which bastard is this? He dares to disturb you, Master.

Come over and teach him how to behave!"

Wuji smiled: "Guo'er, don't worry, and you guys don't need to worry either.

This is a good thing. The national divisions of the Mongolian Empire will rebel against Mongolia and integrate into the big family of the Central Plains martial arts. They will also strive to oust the leader of the martial arts alliance and actively resist the Mongolian army.

It shows that Mongolia has lost the support of the people, but our chances are still quite good!"

Wuji's voice came from inside the house, causing the arrogant voice just now to pause.

"You...are talking nonsense!"

Suddenly, there was shocking laughter and echoes in the room.

"Haha, Taoist Master Wuji is indeed a senior expert, he can see the essence through phenomena.

You are so powerful, you are worthy of being able to teach such hidden masters as Guo Daxia and Yang Daxia."

As he said this, people had already arrived in the courtyard, on the Central Plains Wulin side and on the Mongolian side.

Under the leadership of a tall monk who looked like an expert in Buddhism and Taoism.

Yang Kang is also a smart man, and said sarcastically: "Haha, you are all guests from afar, and you are also people with lofty ideals to help us fight against Mongolia. Since you are so kind to my elder brother Guo Jing, why don't you go in and have a drink?"

"Haha, the poor monk Jinlun Dharma King serves as the Mongolian National Preceptor, so he is also called Jinlun National Preceptor.

I have met all the heroes, including Daxia Guo, Daxia Yang, Gang Leader Huang, who is also known as the female Zhuge. I have admired her name for a long time.

It is said that your brothers are the proud disciples of Master Chongyang’s eighth disciple, Master Wuji.

Moreover, there are rumors that Taoist Master Wuji was born with disabled legs and could not walk on the ground. He could only stay in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

This must be Taoist Master Wuji, right? The poor monk Jinlun has met him!"

The great monk first greeted Guo Jing, Yang Kang and others politely, then looked at Wujizi in the wheelchair and continued.

It's just that everyone can hear the sarcasm in his words.

"You...! Jinlun, be careful what you say!"

"Haha, Kang'er, Jing'er, don't be angry. The Mongolian Imperial Master is also new to the Song Dynasty. He doesn't understand the etiquette of our Han people, which is normal.

From now on, we are all colleagues, there is no need to have a quarrel!"

"Haha, yes, the Imperial Master is new here, please forgive him!"

"Haha, Taoist Wuji, are you really a monk? You really don't need to use curse words to curse people. From now on, you have to teach us, the juniors of martial arts."

Huang Rong: "What Master Wuji said is absolutely true, Master Jinlun, although you want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance to fight against Mongolia, but even so, in our Central Plains martial arts community, the strong are respected.

Imperial Master, although you are known as the best master in Mongolia, in the eyes of a disciple like you, who has little knowledge, you are even better in the world.

But after all, it is only in Mongolia, and the Central Plains does not talk about East Evil, West Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, Master Wuji and other senior masters.

Even Brother Jing and Brother Kang, you may not be sure of winning?"

A bohemian man with an iron fan in his hand is really a disciple of Jinlun Dharma King. The young man named Huo Du said: "Haha, I am my master's young disciple, Prince Huo Du of Mongolia.

As for the anti-mongolian thing, it is all nonsense.

I came here just to seize the position of leader of the martial arts alliance and destroy your plan.

In this case, I see that you in Zhongyuan also believe in fairness and justice. How about I make a suggestion, how about winning two out of three games?

Each side has three players, and the one who wins two games in a row is the winner."

Guo Jing: "Oh? That's okay!

Master, what do you think?"

After Guo Jing finished speaking, he looked at Wuji and said respectfully.

Wujizi nodded: "Jing'er, you can decide for yourself.

Visitors are guests, and we, the Han people, are a country of dignified etiquette.

Juniors, let Fu'er, Guo'er, or your junior brother, junior sister, etc. deal with it, it can be regarded as a training for them.

If some juniors want to come out to deal with Jinlun Guoshi's senior disciples, that's okay.

I don’t think Jinlun Imperial Master even bothered to bully them personally.

If Jinlun Imperial Master ends up personally leaving, then Jing'er, you can appear again."

"Yes, Master!

Imperial Master, you have also heard what my master said. Fu'er, Guo'er, junior brother, junior sister, please come out and let the senior disciples of Jinlun National Master recognize you. You may face challenges in a while.

Remember the words of the master: when facing the enemy, do your best and go all out. At least when the enemy has some strength left, don't be careless."

"Yes, Daddy! Uncle Guo! Senior Brother Guo!"

"I am Hentai!"

"I'm Guo Fu!"

"I'm Yang Guo!"

"I'm Cheng Ying!"

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"I have seen all the guests coming from far away. After a while, please choose the right place.

Otherwise, if you choose a powerful one, I'm afraid I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Yang Guo mocked these guys playfully.

"Haha, what a rude little baby!

Huo Dou, choose someone yourself!"

"Yes, Master, don't worry, my disciple will definitely return with victory and win this round!"

At the same time as Huo Du responded, Guo Fu and others heard Wuji's words, which simply explained that there was a hidden weapon hidden in the iron fan in Huo Du's hand, and they needed to be careful when fighting the enemy, so as not to capsize in the gutter.
Chapter completed!