Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Lu Youjiao hesitated for a moment, then immediately began to practice the moves that Duan Zhengchun had just demonstrated. Soon, even Lu Youjiao himself could hardly believe it.

In fact, Duan Zhengchun did not change the moves themselves, but only the angle and posture of the attack, which immediately made Lu Youjiao look less clumsy than before.

"The Dog-Beating Stick Technique is a secret skill of the Beggars' Sect, never passed on to outsiders. How did you learn it?!"

Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise and asked incredulously.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said, "Three years ago, when I was traveling west, I was fortunate enough to meet Senior Hong on the way and received his guidance."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "You've seen Master?! Have you seen him since?!"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said slowly, "No, it's over. It's obvious that Senior Hong is a gourmand. Perhaps he's gone somewhere to search for the most delicious food in the world."

Huang Rong nodded silently, without asking any further questions, but a hint of disappointment showed between her brows.

She hadn't seen her master for a long time, and hearing Duan Zhengchun mention him casually made her miss him even more.

With Duan Zhengchun's guidance, Lu Youjiao became increasingly adept at the Dog-Beating Stick Technique and was filled with gratitude towards Duan Zhengchun.

After a long while, the three of them left and returned to their own residences.

Tomorrow is the martial arts tournament, and Guo Jing has summoned everyone to discuss how to fight against the Mongol Tartars after the martial arts alliance leader is chosen.

Duan Zhengchun did not participate. He left the Beggars' Sect headquarters and returned to the inn. He only came to join in the fun because he did not want to offend Guo Jing. He did not want to get involved.

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The next day.

The martial arts tournament finally began as scheduled. The Beggars' Sect specially built a high platform for this tournament, and many people had already gathered around it.

Duan Zhengchun sat far away from the crowd with Wanyan Ping in the far corner, drinking wine and casually watching the bustling crowd, as if it had nothing to do with him from beginning to end.

At this moment, someone stepped out from the crowd, went straight up to the high platform, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the people around him, and said loudly, "I am Lu Mingjie, the leader of Qingfeng Hall. In my opinion, since we have gathered here together to fight against the Mongol Tartars, there is nothing to fight for in the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance."

"Senior Hong Qigong is the number one figure in the Beggars' Clan, highly respected and virtuous. Why not let him be the leader of the martial arts alliance? However, he is often elusive, so let's also nominate Hero Guo as the vice leader!"

"Over the years, Master Guo has been guarding the three border cities for the sake of the Mongol Tartars. He has made great contributions and endured hardship. I think everyone would agree with appointing him as the vice leader of the alliance."

"Swords have no eyes. If we really start fighting later, it would be bad if it damaged our harmony. What do you all think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people in the crowd below the stage began to respond, all feeling that it was a legitimate move for Hong Qigong and Guo Jing to serve as the leader and deputy leader of the martial arts alliance.

In particular, Wu Santong, Lu Guanying, and others stood up to support Guo Jing.

However, Guo Jing waved his hand to stop the crowd from jeering, slowly climbed onto the high platform, and looked towards the direction where Duan Zhengchun was.

In his heart, Duan Zhengchun had always been the candidate for leader of the martial arts alliance.

"Brother Duan, Master Guo is watching you."

Wanyan Ping looked towards the high platform and said softly.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and shook his head at Guo Jing, then raised his wine gourd in a gesture.

He understood Duan Zhengchun's meaning, but he didn't want to get involved in this mess.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun shake his head, Guo Jing had no choice but to give up his idea. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to everyone present and said loudly, "Since this is a martial arts tournament, then naturally everyone who is skilled in both literature and martial arts has a chance. It would be better to wait until after the competition and then have everyone jointly elect one person."

"Anyone who wants to show off their skills is welcome to come up to this high platform!"

However, as the words fell, no one stepped onto the stage for a long time, because everyone knew Guo Jing's skills. Even if they could become the temporary victor, they would still have to fight Guo Jing to the death in the end.

For a moment, none of the many experts below the stage accepted the challenge.

Standing in the crowd, Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing, who was full of vigor on the stage, her eyes filled with pride, and her smile became even more profound.

Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting in a corner at a distance, happened to see this scene. He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile and take a few big gulps.

"Since no one is willing to take the challenge, why don't we let my master sit on the throne of the martial arts alliance leader!"

Just as the atmosphere at the conference was becoming somewhat awkward, a sinister voice suddenly rang out, and then a group of uninvited guests slowly appeared outside the crowd, and then directly parted the crowd and walked towards the high platform.

The leader was a young man with a sneer, followed by an old man holding a golden wheel.

As this group of people appeared, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd, because the clothes they wore were clearly not those of people from the Central Plains; some of them were even dressed as Mongol Tartars!

When Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting in the corner, saw this group of people, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Among that group of people were two old acquaintances of his: one was the Mongolian prince Huodu, and the other was Darba, a member of the Western Regions Tantric sect!

"You audacious madmen! We are electing the leader of the martial arts world of the Central Plains. What right do you Mongol barbarians have to participate?!"

"That's right! Who do you think you are? Get lost!"

"Since they've come to us, let's not let them leave so easily!"

Immediately, the heroes of the martial arts world in the crowd became agitated and began to rebuke them.

Guo Jing, with a slightly solemn expression, raised his hand towards the crowd, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Gentlemen, as you can see, you are not welcome here. Please leave!"

"Otherwise, if anything happens later, I won't be responsible!"

Guo Jing glanced at Huo Du and the others expressionlessly and said in a deep voice.

Although some of the other party were clearly dressed in Mongolian attire, they were not in official robes, so he did not immediately draw his sword.

"Since it's a martial arts tournament, anyone from the martial arts world can participate. We are also from the martial arts world, so of course we can participate."

"Unless, all of you here are fame-seeking opportunists who go back on your word!"

Huo Du waved his folding fan, glanced at everyone present with disdain, and spoke loudly.

"So, what does Your Excellency wish to do?!"

Guo Jing, with a stern face, loudly questioned him.

As Huo Du paced back and forth on the high platform, he slowly said, "As Master Guo just said, to become the leader of the martial arts alliance, one must be proficient in both literature and martial arts!"

"My master is the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the foremost protector of the Great Mongol Empire! In terms of talent and martial arts, none of you here are as good as him. The position of leader of the martial arts alliance belongs to him alone!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing carefully re-examined the Golden Wheel Monk and said in a deep voice, "Since he is the national protector of Mongolia, he is not qualified to participate in the martial arts tournament!"

Huo Du shook the folding fan in his hand and sneered, "No, no, no, that's just one of his identities. His other identity is also a person in the martial arts world. Although he is a person in the Western Regions martial arts world, none of you have said that people in the Western Regions martial arts world cannot participate, right?"

After listening to Huo Du's unreasonable arguments, Guo Jing frowned and fell into deep thought.

Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting in a corner at a distance, immediately understood after hearing what Huo Du had just said. The Golden Wheel Monk must be a member of the Western Regions Tantric sect. He might have even met him during his last trip to the west!

"Shameless! Let me tell you the truth, the reason we, the martial arts world of the Central Plains, elected a martial arts alliance leader is to deal with the Mongol Tartars!"

"I never expected that you Mongolian dogs would not only deliver yourselves to my doorstep, but also want to compete for the position of martial arts alliance leader. You are utterly shameless!"

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted a rebuke.

"Speaking such nonsense, you're asking for death!"

Huo Du's face turned ashen instantly. Before he could finish speaking, he swung his folding fan, and several hidden weapons whistled out from the fan, hitting the man who had spoken!

"what!"

A scream rang out, and the man collapsed to the ground, his face instantly turning a dark purple.

"The hidden weapon is poisoned!"

Amidst the commotion, a middle-aged man rushed out and swiftly sealed the injured person's pressure points. He then took out a pill from his pocket and fed it to the person.

It was Zhu Ziliu, one of Master Yideng's disciples!

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