The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

"Okay, it's a deal then!" Ye Fan responded without showing any weakness.

Aodu Laheman had a sinister smile on his face. He turned to the audience and shouted, "All six of you, come up and introduce yourselves to the heroes of the Western Regions!"

As soon as the words fell, six figures floated down onto the platform.

The middle-aged man in the middle, who looked like a nobleman, took the lead and stepped forward. He waved the folding fan in his hand and opened it, revealing a gorgeous peony on it. He said in a loud voice: "Little King Huodu, I greet all the wise men. My master is the Mongolian national master, King Jinlun."

Then, a Tibetan monk with a thin face and body stood up beside him and said in a buzzing voice: "I am Darba, the second disciple of the Mongolian national master, King Jinlun."

At this time, Yin Kexi also stepped forward and said with a laugh: "I am Yin Kexi. Three generations of my ancestors have been selling jewelry in Bianliang, Chang'an, Taiyuan and other places. I was fortunate to hear that the heroes were going to establish the Western Region Chamber of Commerce, so I came to visit them today."

Behind him was a very short and dark Indian who touched his chest and said, "Nemo Star greets all of you."

Then, a giant man eight feet tall, with thick hands and feet and wooden eyes, holding a copper stick as a weapon, grinned and said, "My name is Ma Guangzuo, I'm from Huijiang. I heard that there's a martial arts conference here and I can eat meat for free, so I came here."

These few words were as loud as a bell. To him, they were just an ordinary tone, but to ordinary people, they sounded like loud shouting.

The last person was Taoist Baisun. He walked forward slowly, coughed twice and said, "I won't tell you my name, Taoist. I'm sure you are all familiar with my Mysterious Nether Palm."

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, Envoy Huiyue jumped out and called out in a delicate voice, "Master Baisun, we have been looking for you for a long time."

At the same time, Envoy Liuyun and Envoy Miaofeng also jumped out from the crowd.

The three of them formed a triangle and confronted Taoist Baisun.

Taoist Baisun laughed, "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be the three envoys of the Persian Ming Cult, Feng Yue Yun."

"Master Baisun, you secretly learned the martial arts I taught you and killed several of my disciples. Today is the day you die!" Envoy Huiyue glared at him, emitting a cold murderous aura.

Taoist Baisun didn't take it seriously. He chuckled and said, "Just the three of you? You're not qualified!"

After saying that, he flashed and attacked instantly.

I saw his palms flying, cold air spread out, and the air around him seemed to be frozen.

Upon seeing this, the three envoys Feng, Yue and Yun immediately joined forces to fight back.

Their martial arts styles were strange and unique, and they worked together in perfect harmony. For a while, they were evenly matched with Taoist Baisun.

The two sides fought back and forth, and their moves became more and more fierce.

All the spectators held their breath and watched the fierce battle nervously.

Aodulaheman didn't care and shouted to the heroes below: "Everyone, who else wants to challenge these five people?"

Hearing Aodulaheman's shouting, there was a commotion among the crowd.

Taoist Baisun has a terrible reputation. Since these five people are with him, they must be no ordinary people.

They are not vying for the position of president, so why bother going up and embarrassing themselves?

For a moment, no one in the audience wanted to be the first to stand out, and they all looked at the people from the five major sects to see how they would respond.

At this time, the leader of the Vajra Sect, Huogong Toudao, suddenly stood up and said, "Amitabha, I have heard of the great name of King Jinlun for a long time, but I have never been able to meet him. Today I will come to learn from his unique skills."

His voice was extremely heavy, and he spoke these words in one breath, already carrying his internal strength.

Huo Du was startled, knowing that he might not be his opponent, and hurriedly said to Dalba, "Brother, go and fight him."

Dalba nodded and took a step forward. Every step he took made a heavy sound, as if the god of war had descended.

He clenched a thick vajra in both hands, his muscles bulged and veins popped, and without saying a word, he smashed it directly at the fire monk.

The fire monk dodged sideways and swung his staff to fight back.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting inextricably.

The audiences were stunned. The two men's skills were so profound. It was truly a rare duel between masters.

Seeing Huogong Toudao and Dalba fighting each other, the other four masters could no longer sit still. They jumped down together, each chose an opponent, and started a fierce fight.

Ye Fan felt relieved and began to carefully observe everyone's martial arts styles.

The leader of the Hand Seal Sect, Master Linghui, was facing off against the giant from Xinjiang, Ma Guangzuo.

Master Linghui performed the Tantric Mahamudra technique, and his palm prints tumbled for a moment, making people dazzled.

Ma Guangzuo wielded a copper stick to defeat the enemy with force.

Both of them were strong, so they fought evenly.

Ye Fan shifted his gaze to Qing Lingzi, the leader of Kunlun Sect. His opponent was the Indian named Nimoxing.

Qing Lingzi's sword moves are agile and flickering, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, making it impossible to guard against.

Nemoxing responded with yoga and a snake-shaped iron whip, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

Ye Fan turned around and looked at the leader of Kongtong Sect, Mu Lingzi. His opponent was Yin Kexi.

Mu Lingzi used the Seven Injury Fist with powerful and majestic force.

Yin Kexi fought back with his unique whip technique, with heavy whip shadows and unpredictable changes.

Both of them tried their best and neither gave in, but neither could do anything to the other.

Ye Fan then looked towards the Ming Cult leader Shi Tianxing. His opponent was Prince Huodu.

Shi Tianxing had a graceful figure and his moves were flexible and varied, and it was evenly matched who was better between him and Prince Huodu.

Prince Huodu's folding fan skills are insidious and cunning, while Shi Tianxing's Great Shift of the Universe cleverly resolves his attack.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Shi Tianxing suddenly used a move called "Overwhelming Power", and his palm power surged towards Prince Huodu like a wave.

Prince Huodu was startled and dodged quickly, but was still shocked by the remaining power and took a few steps back.

The situation on the field was extremely intense. The leaders of the five major sects showed off their unique skills one after another, which drew cheers from the spectators.

Ye Fan observed the battle from the side and analyzed it secretly in his mind.

He discovered that each of these people had their own strengths in martial arts, and if they could be integrated, he would be able to create a more powerful martial art.

Just as he was thinking, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The fire monk exerted his divine power and used a series of moves to force Dalba to retreat again and again.

Darba roared, and used all his strength to perform the Vajra Technique, finally turning the tables.

At the same time, other battlefields were also full of dangers, and both sides refused to give in.

Upon seeing this, Aodulaheman immediately became anxious, and he spared no expense in inviting six masters to help.

In particular, he gave Taoist Baisun double the reward, but he didn't expect to be entangled by three Persians right from the start.

The last time the two had a falling out in Chixia Manor, Aodulaheman thought that Taoist Baisun was bound to die.

But he didn't expect that he would escape back intact and come to settle the score with him.

Aodulaheman used threats and inducements to bring him under his command again.

If I fail to get the position of President of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce during this trip to White Camel Villa, it would be a huge loss.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly shouted to Huo Du and others: "You should all do your best. As long as you help me become the president today, you can choose the treasures and beauties in my house."