The inner hall was very quiet. After Hua Lanting entered, he smelled a faint fragrance. After looking left and right, the eight pillars supporting the inner hall were all agarwood thick and thin. This wood was extremely precious, which shows that the owner was rich and powerful.

After Tuhan and his group of three came in, an old man stood up on the main table. He was tall, gray-haired and energetic. He had a braid on his head. Two old men stood with their hands and eyes closed behind him.

The old man laughed, clasped his fists and bowed to the surroundings and said, "Everyone, everyone is here, then we will start now."

"I am Kui Mulang, most of the people here know me. I am a descendant of the Dayuezhi nobles of the previous dynasty. After the country was destroyed, I never forget to revenge the Huns, so I secretly operated under my name as a merchant and had contact with you. This time I thank you for your love. I am a host to entertain everyone."

"We discussed the plan to overthrow the Xiongnu royal court at this grand event. We were fortunate to invite Rouran, Tubo, Uighurs, Dangxiang and Jurchen to join in the charity. Please allow me to introduce you first."

"Today we came include Tuhan, the second prince of Rouran, Zamuhe, the deputy marshal of the Tubo country, Zhan Tianzuo, the right prime minister of Uighurs, General Ge Sultan of Dangxiang, and the third prince of the Jurchens Wanyan Gelie."

"We are taking the risk to come here. We have limited time, so I won't talk much nonsense. Today's meeting has several contents: First, everyone is taking blood as the alliance and officially forming the Great Alliance for Dangjian and Killing the Huns; Second, they are electing one side as the leader and leading us to work; Third, they are discussing a general action strategy together; Fourth, they are discussing the source and allocation of military supplies and funds; Finally, they will discuss the matters that have not been completed, and we will drink and talk. Do you think everyone has any objections?"

Seeing that no one answered, Kui Mulang took his hand and brought a large sea bowl with a blood-red color under his hands.

Kui Mulang continued: "The bowl is the blood of Batu, the general commander of the Xiongnu Front Army whom my masters assassinated a few days ago. Now please come forward and stab a drop of blood into it. Let us drink this blood wine together to announce the formal establishment of the Great Alliance for Strike Sword and Killing the Huns."

Everyone here came up and pierced their fingers and dripped blood into them. Two subordinates came over to detect the poison with the silver needle. Kui Mulang didn't care. He raised the wine glass filled with blood in his hand and said loudly:

"The Huns are cruel, occupying our territory, killing our people, and causing trouble to our Western Regions. Now there are Rouran, Tubo, Uighurs, Dangxiang, and Jurchens who have bloodshed and swear to destroy the Huns. Anyone who wants to drink this cup will be full of them. If you violate this oath, people will be destroyed and the clan will be destroyed, and the world will not tolerate it!"

The rest of the people then swore their own swearing, and they drank the blood in the bowl and went back to sit down.

Kui Mulang continued: "The next step is to elect the leader. Is this leader? In fact, it is not the intention of ordering the five clans. Everyone is a hero and each has its own clan. I know that everyone is unwilling to obey others. However, our major alliance always needs a leader and coordinate the strength of all parties. Otherwise, the power of any clan is weaker than that of the Huns. Each of them will be defeated one by one in battle. Only by advancing and retreating together can a great event be accomplished."

"As for the distribution of territory and population after the Huns were destroyed, everyone can rely on their own abilities, but this is a matter of later, so good? I just wonder what regulations do you have for the choice of the leader?"

Tubo Zamuhe spoke, "I see whoever soldiers and the leader is, whoever."

The Jurchen Wanyan Gelie interjected and said, "There are many soldiers but not the elites, and the more horses, they may not be strong. If you follow me, whoever has the strong fighting power will be the leader."

General Ge Sudan, General Xiang of Dangxiang, turned his eyes and said, "How to discuss combat power? Could it be that he will fight first?"

Uighur Zhan Tianzuo also said: "Wars rely on strategies and tactics. When it comes to troops, our sides are not as large as the Huns."

Kui Mulang smiled and said, "What you said is reasonable, so why don't I be a peacemaker. I think your families are naturally strong, otherwise how dare you rebel against the Huns? If you really want to fight, it's hard to say who wins and who loses. Since it's difficult to distinguish between the superiors and the harmony between each other, it's better for us to compare the strength of high-end force."

Tuhan heard this and said, "How to compare?"

Kui Mulang replied: "I have a suggestion that you can decide the position of the leader of the alliance with the force of everyone here. You plus the followers. There are three people on each side, and those who can come must be masters. I suggest that each side will play two games in the ring, and the final victory will be the leader. Do you agree?"

Everyone looked at each other. Each family was a tribe that advocated personal force. There was no better way to think about it. They all nodded and agreed to take turns to attack and defend the squad. The winning side could choose to rest for one round or accept a wheel battle. However, in order to save time, it was agreed to limit thirty moves to exceed the balance, and to say that it would be better to only determine the outcome and not to hurt people's lives.

Kui Mulang took everyone to the outdoor venue and said, "I can't count on one side, but I recently recruited two masters. They are itchy and want to participate in the ring, but the outcome has nothing to do with the leader. Can you see?"

Kui Mulang has always provided financial and logistics supply to the five parties. He is a big financial owner. Everyone gives him face and has no objection.

Kui Mulang immediately asked: "Which side voluntarily takes the lead and guard the battle first?"

After a moment of silence, General Ge Sultan of Dangxiang could not bear it and sent his subordinate general Sagre to fight. Then Tubo sent a man named Moorha to attack the ring.

Both sides were from leading generals, with heavy weapons in their hands. Sagrey held a gilded bore and Moorha had two purple gold and bronze hammers in his hand. The two of them had a big move, and the hammer bore each other in a terrible voice. After about twenty rounds, Sagrey lost his strength, and he broke his mouth and returned to the team in disappointment.

Morha fought with double hammers, looking around and shouting: "Next, who will fight me?"

One Uighur side jumped out, holding a golden-topped Zaoyang spear in his hand, which was not well known, and directly hit it with the force of Mount Tai to press the top. Morha faced it with a hammer with his left hand, but unexpectedly, the hammer head sank, and the other party was extremely powerful, and the hammer with his right hand could not be pushed up again, so he held the Zaoyang spear.

The person who used the spear was not only extremely powerful, but his moves were also exquisite. A spear made the flying up and down. Moorha could not block the attack of the Zaoyang spear with both hands. He barely resisted the knockout in less than ten rounds and was defeated by the two hammers.

Next, the man who made the spear defeated the Jurchen side's challenge and chose to rest for a quarter of an hour before returning to the court.

This time, the Jurchens sent a second person to fight. This person was short and powerful. After coming up empty-handed, he said, "Monet, a Xianbei man, came to experience it." It turned out that he was the master selected by the Jurchens after conquering the Xianbei.

This man was not a general at the time, but was practicing martial arts in the clan. He was wearing a pair of gloves made of unknown material on both hands, not afraid of the sharp spear on the Zaoyang spear. His hands were only facing the spear and not the person. He used the method of pinching and grabbing to lock the spear. His hands would wrap around the spear wherever the spear hit.

The man who used the spear changed several sets of attack moves in a row. The opponent was helpless and was not afraid of the big spear hit. He could not get rid of the opponent's tracking of the big spear with both hands. He gradually restrained his hands and feet. His moves slowed down. When he was almost thirty rounds, Monet found a gap and grabbed the weapon with his bare hands, so he had to admit defeat.

After Monet waited for a while, a person flashed out from behind Dangxiang Ge Sultan. It turned out to be a Han man with a very long horse face and a expressionless face. After reporting Yan Bingxu's name, he rushed up with a quick step.

This person's body movement is very unusual. His knees, ankles, and elbows are sometimes stiff and sometimes suddenly bent like a broken one. When he retreats, he is not a normal way to improve the vertical technique, but jump like a zombie, but he is not unsuccessful. The force when he stretches his legs is also strong and strong.

"Chenzhou Yan Family Zombie Fist!" An old man behind Kui Mulang blurted out.

After hearing this, Ge Sudan said with some satisfaction: "Yes, it is the rare zombie fist in the Central Plains martial arts world. He is a good player whom I have taken in a lot of money."

While speaking, Yan Bingxu had already gained the upper hand.

Monet's skill is not weak, but most of his attacks were avoided by Yan Bingxu's kite-breaking strings, and his hands and feet suddenly turned unreasonably. However, he couldn't figure out the way Yan Bingxu's zombie fist attacks, sometimes straightforward, sometimes suddenly changing directions and bent.

Monet's fist and palm occasionally hit him, but it felt like a broken leaf or rotten wood. The other party had no response at all. He suffered several heavy blows in his body, and he had to stop and retreat.

The Jurchens lost and first withdrew from the battle between the leader.

After Yan Bingxu won, he did not leave the court to rest, but instead trembled his hands and feet slightly, swaying in place like a hanged ghost, looking at everyone with more white eyes than black.

The old man who called out the Zombie Fist just now appeared and said, "I am Mi Cangshan, I'm here to meet the successor of the Zombie Fist." As he said that, he took out a pair of judge pens from his arms and put on a stance.

Yan Bingxu nodded slightly and attacked with a zombie fist. Mi Cangshan was burly and had no need to face. He attacked Yan Bingxu as soon as he made a move.

Hua Lanting was shocked after seeing a few moves. Mi Cangshan was very powerful and had subtle changes in moves. He was really a rare master.

His pair of judges' pens poked, bounced, hooked, tapped, and brushed. The moves were fast and tight. The tip of the pen made a hissing sound, forcing Yan Bingxu to not dare to use his zombie skills to force him to take over. Mi Cangshan seemed to have some understanding of zombie fist. Yan Bingxu's strange body movements could not avoid the attack of Mi Cangshan's double pens.

After fighting for a few more rounds, Yan Bingxu seemed to remember something, and retreated and shouted: "I said who is it? It turns out that he is the senior of Hejian Double Evil who has been retiring from the world for a long time. It is really rare for Kui Mulang to invite you out. I will admit defeat."

Mi Cangshan laughed: "You kid knows the truth. Your father lost half of me back then, but you got his seven-point true teaching. If you achieve success in time, you will not be inferior to him. Haha, it is not a martial arts to bully the small one by one."

In this way, the Dangxiang tribe also used up all the places and the leader was hopeless.

Mi Cangshan stood in the local area, looked around, and said, "I don't need to rest. Which expert will come to the scene to give me advice?"

As soon as the words were finished, the Uighurs and the Tubo camp snatched out one person at the same time. On the Uighur side was a Hu man with a high nose and deep nose, while on the Tubo side was a young scholar with a clean white face.

The two looked at each other, and the scholar's face looked arrogant and said, "The elders are the first, you go first."

The Hu man snorted, stood up, and said to Mi Cangshan in stiff Chinese: "Persholun, please give me some advice."

Mi Cangshan frowned and replied, "I'm not a little bit, I just don't know what I can do?"

After saying that, the two fought together.

Holun's martial arts came from the ancient Persian lineage, which was even more strange than Yan Bingxu. He turned his legs and rushed towards Mi Cang Mountain quickly and incoherently. He walked not in a straight line, but was curved like a snake. The tailbone behind the hips moved, and the bones trembled and made several loud noises, just like a rattle-tailed snake.

Huolun arrived in front of Mi Cangshan in a flash, and his body seemed to be about to jump up and hit his opponent in the air. Mi Cangshan quickly explored with one stroke and pointed at Huolun's chest. Huolun's right hand suddenly rose from his lower abdomen and suddenly rolled up along the midline of his body, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, biting the judge's body in the shape of a tricky hand.

Mi Cangshan felt the other party's strength sharp and solid, and shouted loudly. With a stroke of the front pen, another pen had been handed to Huolun's lower abdomen. Huolun's body swung rapidly, and when he was unable to express it, he passed the tip of the pen, and then thrust his body, while approaching Mi Cangshan's arms, he clasped his five fingers like chisels, pecking at Mi Cangshan's throat and chest.

Mi Cangshan was about to retreat and return to the pen to pat, but Huolun's hands suddenly changed direction in the middle, and he turned left and right, and the target became the big papilla acupoint of Mi Cangshan. At this time, Mi Cangshan had no time to change his moves. While trying his best to retreat, he abandoned the pen and protected his chest with his palms.

The moves of both sides were as fast as lightning, and between lightning and fire, the two of them collided with each other with four hands. Then Mi Cangshan flew out with his back, and the metacarpal bones made a slight misalignment sound and fell to the ground.

From Huolun attacking to Mi Cangshan, it is hard to tell whether it is one move or two moves. The superiority and inferiority are determined, and Mi Cangshan is defeated.

Holun was sweating all over his body. In the early spring weather, evaporated heat came out of his head. It seemed that he knew that his opponent was a strong enemy, so he went all out to succeed in one blow, but it was not easy to win.

Hua Lanting nodded secretly when he saw it. Both of them were masters. Although they used few tricks, the situation was actually extremely dangerous.

Mi Cangshan looked sad and glanced at another old man behind Kui Mulang. He knew that his chess was not as good as a person in one move, so he did not continue to entangle. He shook his hands and his joints were restored and stood up and retreated.

Everyone was shocked by Huolun's martial arts, and Kui Mulang clapped his hands: "Mr. Huo is so good at kung fu!"

Holun became modest at this moment and said, "Ask with all his might, and he will be lucky." After that, he recovered cross-legged.

When he stood up again, the young scholar from the Tubo side just now jumped out and said with a sword in his hand: "It's not bad, let my son Yuan Tianwen come and experience Persian martial arts."

Huolun did not dare to be careless. Those who dared to challenge him must rely on him when he saw his kung fu. He took out a short stick and looked at his opponent intently.

Yuan Tianwen roared and followed the sword. The sword light was like a long rainbow to refine the cover towards Huolun. The sword force was together, and everyone felt that there was a blank space in front of them, and the sword shadows were floating in the sky. The sword tip of the long sword changed back and forth, making people unable to see the point clearly.
Chapter completed!