Chapter 2: Ghost King Yan Ao

Seeing that the situation was tense and fierce battles broke out at any time, the heroes looked at each other, wanted to persuade the fight but asked themselves that they were not qualified, so they were so anxious that they rubbed their hands. Once these two sides started fighting, how would the alliance meeting be carried out? Everyone's plan to make money was about to have a miscarriage before they even started.

At this moment, a tiger roar came, a fishy storm, and the bonfire swayed. A group of fierce and swift green wolves rushed from the south. Among the wolves was a huge white-faced tiger. A man holding a long bow and a beast skirt rode on the tiger's back. The man's skin was dark, his long hair was scattered behind his head, and his dress looked like an uncivilized savage. He arrived before the person arrived: "Are you all here? I'll hurry up, there was no delay on the road."

Gao Qingren was so happy that he almost burst into tears and shouted: "Master Wang, please come quickly!"

The man directed the wolves to guard the outside of the crowd, and drove the tiger to the front of the stage. When he saw the cockfighting of the monk and the camel demon, he laughed and said, "It's not that the enemy will not gather together! If you want to divide it, you will find another place to solve it after you get the treasure map. Then I, Wang Wanping, will never stop you. What do you think?" He is also a famous strong man in the underworld in the northwest. He led hundreds of bandits to build camps in the Qinling Mountains. In addition to having a unique skill in the martial arts world, he is also good at controlling beasts. He has experienced the veterans in the martial arts world and has a very close friendship with the monks who don't kill them.

The monk Bukan glared at the camel demon in disappointment, took the lead in putting his skills away, and grinned, "Old Wang, do you have bear paws in your village? When things go here, I will never be able to learn about the skills of cooking bear paws." Wang Wanping said, "There are no bear paws, there are two tiger whips. Are you interested?" The monk Bukan reached out and touched his shiny forehead, and said with a lewd smile: "Whatever you eat, what you are good, of course, is this good thing better." Wang Wanping shook his head and sighed, "Don't kill brother, since you don't abide by the rules and regulations, why not just take off your cassock and return to secular life? Follow a monk to drink, eat meat and play with women, the Buddha will blame me." The monk Bukan said seriously: "Sin sin! Although I broke the precepts, I have the same heart as in the past. Brother Wang, don't mention the word "return to secular life" again."

"If you don't kill monks, what's the difference between you and returning to the world now?" With a silver bell-like sound, four figures fell into the valley. First, one dressed as a scribe, with his face as jade, his eyes as narrow as a long temple, his temples slightly frosted, and he held a folding fan in his hand, standing out like a crane and a handsome demeanor. The second was a middle-aged mature woman in red dress and red pants, with a tall figure, bulging front and back, and a black leather whip wrapped around her waist.

, before landing, he threw his eyes around, and the spring scenery was seductive. The third one was a Taoist priest in blue with a tied hair and a crown. His left ear was broken, with scars on his face, and a cold expression. He was a fish-scale sword on his back, carrying a strong murderous aura, which made people dare not look at him. At the end, the black robe was covered with only a pair of cold eyes, and two green poisonous snakes were entrenched on his wrists. Wherever he fell, there was no one around three feet.

Hu Xiaotianyan saw that the more and more masters gathered, his heart sank into the abyss. Around him, there was no one who could ask for help. It was said that he had no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth. Not to mention that he had lost all his martial arts at this moment, even if his ability was instantly restored, he would never be able to escape his life.

The monk Busho stared at the majestic breasts of the mature woman in red, swallowed her saliva, and said rudely: "Madam Hong, don't tease the Sa family. You must know that my demon-subduing pestle is invincible. Be careful to kill you so much that you cry and cry for mercy!"

The mature woman in red threw a charming look and chuckled, "The men in this world always like to brag about how brave they are. In fact, nine out of ten are silver-like wax gun tips, monk, are you no exception?" As she said that, she leaned towards the middle-aged scholar intentionally or unintentionally, showing an intimate expression.

The monk's expression froze, and he spat in a slut, and said, "It's bad luck, you, a sour fake scholar, have taken it first!"

The middle-aged scholar smiled indifferently: "I am a fake scholar, you are a fake monk, everyone is each other." As he said that, he glanced at the heroes in the valley, raised a fan and slapped his palm, and said seriously: "The time has come, and everything that should be come. There is no need to say more about the purpose of your visit here. We must first make a charter before we can seize the treasure. I, Jia Chun, are not talented, and will be the presidency for the time being. After everyone elects the person in charge, we will discuss the action plan and how to distribute the benefits." His nickname is "Lovely Scholar", and he is one of the top masters of the northern underworld. Although his martial arts are slightly weaker than not killing monks, he is scheming and full of evil tricks. He is more afraid than not killing monks.

The mature woman in red, Qin Hongying, nicknamed Hong Niang, was originally a famous brothel. By chance, she practiced a vicious martial arts skill, and was good at using soft whips and hidden weapons of drugs. She was a typical femme fatale. She loved to seduce men to bed and then kill them. The Taoist priest Ren Chuyun in blue was originally a disciple of the Quanzhen Taoist sect. Because her beloved woman was humiliated, she drew her sword in anger, killed five senior brothers of the same sect and then rebelled out of the mountain. She was recognized as one of the strongest swordsmen in the underworld and was known for her mercy. She was known for her mercy in the world for her mercy. The man in black was Huo Feng, the young master of Wanpo Cave, who was good at driving poisonous insects and snakes. She had a superb venomous skill. She was a gangster evil star who had gained fame in recent years. These three people were all known in the Northwest Dao, and were all known to be the same as the seven demons of Yinshan.

Qin Hongying smiled and said, "How can we get the treasure map in the hands of the head of the Mo family just by brute force? This is indispensable for comprehensive planning and careful layout, and no mistakes can occur at every step. In terms of power, scheming, and knowledge, are there anyone above Boss Jia? Anyway, I recommend Boss Jia as the leader of the alliance and unified the command of the brothers on the way."

The monk Bukan immediately opposed: "Madam Hong, what is your relationship with Jia Shusheng? He is so directed to him? Everyone gathered together to do a big thing that lost his head. Of course, he had to choose the person with the strongest martial arts as the leader. Who else could choose the leader of the alliance? "

The camel demon sneered: "If you don't kill the monk, will you use your brain? Do you want us to follow your butt and rush into the city to seize treasures like committing suicide?"

The monk said shamelessly: "The Sa family is the leader, and Jia Shusheng's mind is quick and has many ghost ideas. He can serve as a military advisor!"

The camel demon didn't say nonsense and said loudly: "I am willing to obey the command of Shusheng Jia!"

The monk's face was slightly flushed and turned to Jia Chun and said, "Jia Shusheng, what do you say?"

Jia Chun jumped onto the wooden platform quietly, gently waved the folding fan, and said loudly: "Brothers, we have not only received the news of the birth of the Xuan Iron Secret Picture, but the Demon Cult must have learned it! If we cannot take action before the Demon Cult, everyone's dream of getting rich will be vain. Time is urgent, and the most urgent thing is to first select a temporary leader who can convince everyone. Otherwise, we can open our mouths and more than one hundred heads, how can we reach an agreement? I suggest that anyone who wants to compete for the leader will come on stage and show their faces, so that everyone can evaluate who is the most qualified to command the heroes of the Northwest!"

Everyone applauded and shouted: "Okay!" "Agree!"

The monk who did not kill his feet stomped his feet and flew to Jia Chun first, laughing and said, "Who else is brave enough to take the stage except me and Shusheng?"

Suddenly, the wolves crouching outside the crowd stirred up, crowding in like a big enemy, with their backs standing upside down, their fangs turned out, and their throats made a low roar. Wang Wanping was startled and shouted coldly: "Someone peeped!" Without hesitation, he opened his bow and shot out in the direction of the roar of the wolf pack. In the dark night, I don't know how he aimed at the target, but when he saw the arrows go like a meteor, the momentum is extremely fierce, and I'm afraid even the iron plate can penetrate.

The feather arrow flashed and disappeared, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement.

Jia Chun whispered loudly: "Which friend is coming? Why not show up and talk? Pretending to be a ghost and pretending to be mysterious is the most likely to cause unnecessary misunderstandings!"

As the words came, cold light flashed in the darkness, and three men in black walked out. They even wrapped their heads in black cloth, and their faces were covered with masks, with ferocious and bloodthirsty ghost patterns depicting them. The men in black who were walking in the front looked like cold electricity, with extraordinary momentum. The mask on their faces shone golden, as if they were made of pure gold. The other two were tall as iron towers, and the other was petite, but the mask they were wearing was made of wood. The three men exuded an indescribable death aura, as strange and gloomy as ghosts, as if they brought the smell of hell. The terrified wolf pack turned around without waiting for the master's command, and fled with their tails.

Gao Qingren shouted: "It's the nine ghosts in the underworld!" The underworld heroes were shocked and pulled out their weapons one after another.

The underworld is an evil sect. It is said that its inheritance has a long history. It was founded by an ancient wizard who could communicate with psychics. Later, it absorbed some of the ideas of the Buddhist and Taoist schools, and specifically dealt with dark and evil things such as zombies, skeletons, ghosts, etc. It is the most mysterious force in the martial arts world. People in the underworld never expose their true identities in front of outsiders. Every time they appear, they cover their faces with masks or black cloths. Even if they die in battle, they will destroy their appearance. The leader of the underworld is respected as the "Ghost King". The masters under his seat are collectively called "Nine Ghosts of the Underworld" and are responsible for handling things inside and outside the Underworld for the Ghost King. The Nine Ghosts all take "Yan" as their surname and sort by numbers. The higher the martial arts, the higher the ranking. Wherever the Nine Ghosts of the Underworld go, all things are often extinct and blood flows into rivers. Even the masters of the underworld are afraid of being avoided.

Hu Xiaotian's heart moved. Could it be that this place really belongs to the sphere of influence of the underworld? Otherwise, how could three people appear in the nine ghosts of the underworld all at once?

Jia Chun, if you don’t kill the monk, Wang Wanping and other masters came out, and if you don’t kill the monk, you asked first, “What are you doing if you don’t stay in the underworld in the underworld?”

The man in black wearing a golden mask stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the Bukan monk with a faint look, and said, "Are you a wine monk qualified to speak on behalf of everyone?"

The monk Bukan shouted loudly: "The family's martial arts skills are the best, and the fists are the hardest, so of course they are qualified!" As he said that, he glanced at Jia Chun with a fierce look. Jia Chun shrugged indifferently and said, "Don't kill monk, since you like to show off, I won't compete with you." The monk Bukan proudly raised his chest and said proudly: "If you have something to say, say it, let it go quickly if you have farts, don't delay us discussing major issues!"

The man in black said lightly: "Since you claim to be a master of martial arts, do you know if you have the courage to take my three palms?"

The monk Bukan's face froze, and he immediately realized that he was reckless and impulsive. No wonder Jia Chun was willing to give in just now. It turned out that he had already seen that he was not good. But in the public's eyes, he was like a tiger, so how could he shrink and show weakness? What do people in the world value the most? It's face! In order to save face, sometimes he has to bite the bullet and even push it. Bukan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk about three palms, so what if it's three hundred palms? Are you still afraid that you won't be able to do it!" As he said that, he shoveled the crescent moon to the ground and strided forward.

The man in black said in a deep voice: "Look at it, take the palm!" He waved his body and waved his hand to hit three palms in a row. Each palm was extremely fast, silent, and a golden light faintly shone in the palm of his palm. Because the palm speed was too fast, the palm shadows overlapped continuously, and looking at it was just a palm.

The monk knew that he had encountered an enemy that was rare in his life. He used his ten successful powers and shouted loudly, and he also waved his palms and slammed out. The wind overflowed and rolled up sand, gravel and grass leaves, with a terrifying momentum.

Only a slight sound of waves were heard, and the two of them were about to part with lightning. The face of the monk Wukong turned from red to blue, and then from blue to white. The majestic body as heavy as a mountain involuntarily took a step back, and the rolled mud did not reach the ankle. The man in black only shook his body, standing steadily as if nothing had happened, was much more casual than the monk Wukong.

Everyone was in an uproar, and their vigilance against the underworld was three points higher. Don’t kill monks are the top ten masters in the underworld. They are both cultivated inside and outside, and have deep skills, but they are defeated by the opponent. Isn’t the martial arts of the man in black a top-notch level? It’s so terrible!

Jia Chun gasped and said in a lost voice: "You are not the Nine Ghosts of the Underworld, but the Ghost King!"

The man in black nodded and said, "I finally met a sensible person, and his eyesight is not too bad. Yes, I am Yan Ao, the current sect leader of the underworld!"

Everyone was shocked to look at each other, and the timid ones had the urge to rush to escape. In today's martial arts world, Jun Wangyou and Xuanzong are regarded as the competitor of the world's number one competitor, Ouyang Jue and Ning Wufan, followed by Yan Ao, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Wudang's head, etc. These top experts who are famous in the world are like the dragon, and rarely appear in public, but every time they appear, something big will happen. Who is the gangster hero present is qualified to compete with Yan Ao? Unless they are the top five masters on the gangster list, they may be able to fight with one.

Hu Xiaotian was also shocked. The ghost king Yan Ao actually showed up on his own initiative, which shows that things are extraordinary! I only regret that Yin Tianyun was insane and didn't know where he wandered, otherwise he would have a big battle with Yan Ao, which would be very exciting.

Jia Chun respectfully clasped his fists and said, "We are here to gather and ask ourselves that Wei Wei had a conflict with the disciples of the underworld. I wonder what advice would you give me if the Ghost King is here?"

Yan Ao asked back without answering, "Do you want to seize the mysterious iron secret picture of the Demon Sect?"

Jia Chun pondered for a moment and said frankly: "That's right! Could it be that the Ghost King is also interested?"

Yan Ao said bluntly: "If you have the opportunity to find the treasure of the Demon Cult, who in the world will not be moved? I am willing to join forces with you to form an alliance!"

"Create an alliance?" Jia Chun, the monks and others were dumbfounded and could not believe their ears. They had thought about various possibilities, but they never thought that the underworld would break the rules and proactively propose to form an alliance. You must know that the underworld has always been alone, not only with the various factions of the White Dao, but also with the underworld forces, and have never heard of them having a precedent for cooperation with outsiders. They often do things to kill them.

Jia Chun calmed down and asked carefully: "Isn't the Ghost King teasing us, right?"

Yan Ao said: "This sect leader is not that boring! Mo Hufeng lives with Shaolin, Wudang, Beggars' Sect and other sects. Isn't it easy to move him? Only by relying on his absolute strength and fighting with Mount Tai, can he retreat safely before other Baidao masters reinforce. Although our underworld is strong, it is not as strong as being able to compete with the major Baidao sects and the five major families, so he moved to you.

The idea of ​​cooperation." After a pause, he said: "The Demon Cult regards the mysterious iron secret map as a holy object, and is bound to win it. As I expected, the masters of the Demon Cult scattered from all over the country rushed to Chang'an to meet. Once Chi Yan, Dugu Yu, Xiang Hu, Zhan Feng and others take action at the same time, others will not have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation! In short, if we are in harmony, we will benefit each other, and if we are divided, we will achieve nothing. I will say that, and I hope you will make a decision quickly!"

Hearing the names of the masters of the Demon Cult, the underworld heroes all shuddered. If they met these demons, the consequences would be unimaginable! Everyone exchanged their eyes quickly and reached a tacit understanding in a clear way. Jia Chun coughed lightly and said, "Ghost King, please forgive Jia for being rude. After all, we don't have a deep relationship with the underworld. How can we believe your sincerity? If you unilaterally tore up your promise, wouldn't we be useless?"

Yan Ao said: "Then how do you believe me?"

Jia Chun gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "First, ask the Ghost King to make a poisonous oath in public, and second, ask the Ghost King to temporarily hand over a token that represents the authority of the underworld sect leader!"

"Bold!" The man in black, who was as strong as an iron tower, shouted angrily, and shouted: "The sect leader is at the top of the martial arts world, and he is a little bitch who goes against his word? Jia Shusheng, have you eaten Xiong Xinbao's gall, and even asked for the token of our sect!"

Jia Chun smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that Jia is ungrateful and intends to offend the Ghost King. It's just that it involves the treasure of the Demon Cult. How can the brothers trust others easily? To say something inappropriate, if the underworld crosses the river and pulls the bridge and goes to find the treasure alone, we have no choice. Therefore, if the Ghost King wants the brothers to obey the command, we must first give us a reassurance."

Everyone interjected and shouted: "Boss Jia is right, we are not three-year-old babies!" "Human hearts are separated from the belly, who can guarantee that the underworld is not a one-sided style or a one-sided style?" "If you don't show your sincerity, you'll be able to break up with one stroke!"

The man in black said anxiously: "Sect Master, I can't agree to their conditions!"

Yan Ao waved his hand slightly and said in a deep voice: "Yan San, don't say it, I have my own opinions." Sweeping around my eyes, the noisy gangster heroes seemed to have been cut off by someone's throat. They immediately did not dare to make any sound, and the needles fell in the valley could be heard.
Chapter completed!