The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

After a short delay, Ding Chunqiu and his group arrived nearby. Before Mr. Tan could finish his words, he saw a man emerging from the bushes.

The man was short and fat, wearing a single yellow linen shirt. Neither his dress nor his appearance looked like that of a Middle-earth person.

If Ah Zi were here, she would recognize at a glance that this was her eighth senior brother Chu Chenzi.

"Damn you Star Picker, who is the one who always does the hard work?!"

He was holding a steel stick in his hand, sweeping and hitting the road, chattering non-stop. It was obvious that he had been assigned the difficult task of exploring the way. While he was complaining, he suddenly saw five or six people appear in front of him, and he was startled unconsciously.

"What are you doing here, gathering in this desolate wilderness?"

When learning martial arts in the Xingxiu Sect, in addition to the talent for martial arts, eyesight is also an extremely important skill. Chu Chenzi could tell at a glance that several people had martial arts skills.

Two fists are no match for four hands. Under normal circumstances, he would not have taken the initiative to provoke such a group of martial artists, but at this moment, relying on his master not far behind him, his tone naturally became much more presumptuous.

Seeing the arrogant attitude of the Xingxiu Old Monster's disciple, Mr. Tan simply stayed put and snorted coldly, "Where did this clown come from? He's making such a noise here. It's really unlucky."

Gu Ping'an didn't expect this to happen, so he didn't rush to take action. He winked at Qiao Feng and Mu Nianci and calmly watched the show.

"Well, you old thing, are you looking for death?"

Chu Chenzi was fearless and arrogant. He raised the steel stick in his hand and swung it towards Mr. Tan's face.

The steel rod broke through the wind, whistling towards them, and the sound was terrifying.

Although Tan Gong's martial arts skills were mediocre in the eyes of Gu Ping'an, Qiao Feng and others, it was still easy for him to deal with opponents of this level.

Chu Chenzi barely saw how he dodged, and the staff missed him. The next moment, he felt a burning pain on his face, and his short and fat body flew out in a spin.

The slap was not light. If he had not been born with good physical strength and had not practiced hard skills for several years, his neck vertebrae would have been broken.

"How dare you, a mere shrimp soldier or crab general, show off your power in front of me?"

Mr. Tan withdrew his palm and stood with his hands behind his back. If it weren't for his very short stature, he would have had the bearing of a master.

Chu Chenzi rolled several times on the ground, and barely got up by holding onto the tree trunk. He was staggering and had stars in front of his eyes.

He also knew that he had met a master, so he shook his head vigorously, took out a white jade flute from his arms, and put it to his lips.

This jade flute is about seven inches long and pure white. Every member of the Xingxiu Sect has one and it is used to deliver messages.

A battle today was inevitable, so Gu Ping'an simply didn't stop him and waited patiently for him to blow the whistle.

A short and fat man with an unremarkable appearance was holding a crystal clear and elegant jade flute in his hand, which looked a bit awkward.

The sound of the flute was shrill and sharp, without any musical beauty.

The sound of stringed instruments, which had reached within a hundred feet, suddenly stopped, and then there was an unpleasant noise like the sound of slaughtering a pig.

Chu Chenzi seemed to have received a response. He put the jade flute to his lips and blew it hard. Then he looked up at the few people with a smug look on his face.

"Don't leave if you have the guts. Wait until my master and fellow apprentices arrive and punish you all to a state worse than death!"

Mr. Tan turned to look at Mrs. Tan, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.

"Ah Hui, this old monster from Xingxiu has extremely powerful evil skills and is a demon who kills without blinking an eye. You should just follow that old man Zhao Qiansun!"

Mrs. Tan, initially filled with remorse, frowned upon hearing this, dodged forward, and slapped the boss across the face. Mr. Tan's martial arts skills were far superior to Mrs. Tan's, but he neither blocked nor dodged the slap, taking it without moving, and instead smiled.

After this fierce slap, the old couple said nothing, but just stood side by side and looked in the direction where the flute sound came from.

Gu Ping'an and Mu Nianci looked at each other, both puzzled by the two people's mysterious actions.

Zhao Qiansun sighed, sat down on the ground like a three-year-old child, and pulled the weeds in front of him fiercely. In a blink of an eye, he pulled out all the weeds.

A hundred feet is not far. In just a moment, figures flashed in the forest, and all the people from the Xingxiu Sect arrived.

Although the forest was not spacious, these twenty or so people seemed to have been well trained, lined up in a row without any disorder.

Some of the people were holding gongs and drums, while others were holding long banners and pennants, the red and green colors were very pleasing to the eye.

The banners were embroidered with words like "Xingxiu Old Immortal", "Great Supernatural Powers", "Boundless Mana", and "Terrible to the World". In terms of pomp and circumstance, even Emperor Baoding Duan Zhengming was probably inferior to him.

The drums rang out several times, and several of them sang in unison: "The Immortal Xingxiu has arrived. Who dares to block the way?"

Chu Chenzi staggered back to the crowd, took a gong, struck it with a "dong" sound, and then shouted loudly.

"These thieves are speaking rudely and insulting the holy name of Xingxiu Immortal. Please, Immortal, take action and subdue these demonic clowns one by one!"

Everyone sang in unison: "We respectfully invite the Xingxiu Elder Immortal to spread the Dharma and bring glory to the Central Plains!"

Before he finished speaking, there was another burst of stringed instruments, gongs and drums, and an old man walked out slowly, waving a goose feather fan in his hand. It was the "Starry Old Immortal" Ding Chunqiu.

It must be said that this old monster Ding was born with a good appearance. He had a ruddy complexion, a head full of white hair, a three-foot silver beard under his chin, a childlike face and white hair, and an immortal-like appearance. He really looked like a god in a storybook.

Mr. Tan had always known that this man was vicious and cruel, but now seeing that he looked like a sage, he could not help but snort coldly and cursed him in his heart as "hypocritical".

Ding Chunqiu was not annoyed. He waved the feather fan in his hand lightly with a kind smile.

"I have lived in the Xingxiu Sea for a long time, and it is rare for me to set foot in the Middle Earth. As the saying goes, 'It is a pleasure to welcome guests from afar.' You first blocked my path and injured my disciple, and now you treat me coldly. Is this the way the Central Plains martial arts world treats guests?"

"Who are you, Starry Night Old Monster? Do you think you deserve to be treated with courtesy? I, Mr. Tan, have a great reputation throughout my life. Although my abilities are not as good as yours, old villain, you can never expect me to kowtow to you!"

"Mr. Tan? There are many heroes in the Central Plains martial arts world, but I have never heard of your name."

Ding Chunqiu chuckled, deliberately showing a puzzled expression, and turned to look at the disciples behind him.

"What about you? Have you ever heard of it?"

"Such an unknown person, even my disciple has never heard of him. Master, you are like the golden crow and the bright moon, so naturally you don't need to pay attention to the light of such a firefly."

The first person to react was a young man of about 27 or 28 years old. He was tall and thin, and looked decent, but his face was yellowish and green, like a consumptive patient.

This person is Ding Chunqiu's eldest disciple, Zhaixingzi.

In addition to martial arts, the Xingxiu Sect has another compulsory course. Zhaixingzi's martial arts are top-notch among his fellow disciples, and his ability to flatter is also second to none.

The other disciples saw that they failed to take the first place, but they were not willing to be outdone. The voices of singing praises and the tunes of stringed instruments and orchestras rose one after another.

In the small forest, there was a bustle of activity, like the beginning of a performance by a theatre troupe. (End of this chapter)