Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

The Laba Festival has finally arrived!

Although the Suzhou branch of the Ming Cult was completely wiped out, Fang La and his men rushed back overnight and managed to stabilize the situation in Suzhou in the first instance.

Fang Fei and others asked Fang La, "Master, the Suzhou branch is gone. Will the martial arts tournament still be held as usual?"

"Open! Why won't you open it!"

Fang La appeared extremely domineering!

"I want to hold the martial arts tournament as scheduled! And I want to keep the loss of my Ming Cult a secret!"

"The leader is so domineering!"

Therefore, it became a foregone conclusion that the Ming Cult would continue to hold meetings on Laba Festival.

To make this martial arts tournament even more exciting, Fang La has increased the number of participants! And registration is open until the Laba Festival!

The Ming Cult has made such a big scene that it's hard to believe they just lost a branch!

On Laba Festival, the people of Suzhou found that Laba porridge was being distributed at almost every intersection, inn, and business association throughout the city.

Besides the large influx of martial arts figures that had already arrived, there was a sudden surge of bald men in Suzhou that day!

They were all monks, and all of them were wearing similar styles of robes.

Besides monks, there were also many Taoist priests in the city wearing similar robes.

However, there were hardly any yamen runners or officials from the Suzhou government office present today.

Instead of them, the city's security was managed by robust followers dressed in Ming Cult attire.

Each of them wore a headband that matched the color of their clothing.

"Who are these people?"

Local Suzhou residents were drinking tea and watching the commotion in a teahouse, while some people who didn't know any better were very curious.

"Don't you understand? These are the Five Elements Flags of the Ming Cult, representing the most elite members of the Ming Cult."

One of the diners, holding a wine bowl, said with a smile.

"The Five Elements Flags? Brother, you seem to know a lot about the Ming Cult. Tell me more about it?"

"Yeah, bro, tell us about it."

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"Hehe, I know a little bit. Let me tell you, these five flags of the Ming Cult are all the strongest fighting force of the Ming Cult. They are divided by color. The white one is the Sharp Gold Flag. The people in this flag are all skilled in swords. Look, those with white headbands, don't they all have sharp weapons at their waists?"

"It really looks real! What about the one with the red headband?"

Someone continued to ask.

“The red headband, that’s the Flame Banner. This banner is not simple either; they all know how to use fire attacks.”

"A fire attack?!"

Everyone looked surprised upon hearing this word!

"Don't be so surprised, it's just a regular fire-breathing trick."

As the diner poured himself his drink, he said:

"However, the Fiery Banner has recently gained a new deputy banner leader. This deputy banner leader is quite capable and should not be underestimated. He will also be involved in this martial arts tournament."

"Then, brother, which flag is the one with the black ribbon?"

"The Flood Flags, they are the Ming Cult's water dragons; once they're in the water, they're all heroes!"

Wow, that sounds amazing.

"That's it."

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"Big brother, what about the yellow and green ones?"

Someone else asked.

"Can't you be a little more sensible? Your brother's out of wine!"

"Yes, yes, brother, wait a minute! Waiter! Bring me a pot of wine!"

Sure enough, no matter where you are, people who can bring information to others will never go hungry.

"The yellow ones are the Thick Earth Banner. They all practice hard skills and have amazing defensive capabilities. As for the green Giant Wood Banner, they don't have any particularly outstanding special skills; they know a little bit about everything."

"Brother, will the Five Elements Flags send representatives to this martial arts tournament?"

"Of course! At this martial arts tournament, almost all of the Ming Cult's top combat forces will be present. Looking across the world, only the Ming Cult has the capability to do this!"

As the diner drank, his true intentions were revealed: he was actually a member of the Ming Cult, and he was about to expose himself!

"Brother, you know so much, are you also a member of the Ming Cult?"

"Hehe, I can't say, I can't say. Anyway, if you're free today, go watch the meeting! Go get some Laba porridge!"

"Good! The Ming Cult is mighty!"

"Master Fang is benevolent and righteous!"

……

The people in the restaurant continued to discuss the Ming Cult's actions, while the diner, after happily finishing his drink, voluntarily left the restaurant.

However, he hadn't been gone long when he felt someone grab him by the collar and lift him up!

With his feet dangling in the air and unable to struggle, he could only utter threats:

"Let me go! Who are you! I'm a member of the Ming Cult! Do you know what you're doing?"

"I'm looking for people from your Ming Cult!"

A very sloppy face came into the diner's view!

This man was nine feet tall, with a scruffy appearance, and his arms were bound with hemp rope, highlighting his thick muscles.

"You, who are you?"

"I'm here to fight in the arena! What kind of lousy organization is this Ming Cult? You can't even tell us where the arena is! I don't think you're really serious about holding a martial arts tournament!"

The burly man cursed and spat in the diner's face.

"Outrageous! Do you know what you're saying? This is slander!"

This diner clearly wouldn't tolerate anyone insulting the Ming Cult, so he immediately retorted.

"My Ming Cult clearly has registration points on every street corner, why don't you go and register?"

"Where? I didn't see it! You're not lying to me?"

The burly man, still holding the person, frowned as he spoke.

"You brute, can't you read?!"

The diner being carried was both angry and amused. "Didn't you see the big sign for registration on the street? Are you blind?!"

"Oh my! How did you know?"

But to the diner's surprise, the big man's attitude changed immediately when he heard him say that the man couldn't read. He quickly put the diner down and even patted the man's clothes.

"You really can't read?"

"Of course! Big brother, can you read? Can you take me to register?"

"Are you going to register too?"

After landing, the diner looked the man up and down.

"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to this conference, to become famous!"

The burly man with disheveled clothes patted his chest, making a "thump thump" sound.

"Hmm... Looking at your physique, you're really good. You really want to sign up, right? Come with me."

After glancing at the burly man a few times, the diner made up his mind.

This time, the Ming Cult announced that if someone introduces another person to participate in the martial arts competition, they will receive a reward.

If the person ranks high and can develop into a follower, the reward will be even greater.

This big guy in front of me... he's kind of interesting.

"Brother, can you take me to register?" The big man seemed very excited.

"Come on, just follow me."

The diner gestured for the burly man to follow him.

"I'll take you."

"That's wonderful, brother! You're truly my lucky star!"

"You don't sound like you're praising me. By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Yuan Ren, Yuan as in Yuan Ren, Ren as in Yuan Ren. You can call me by my nickname, brother!"

"Your nickname? What's your nickname?"

"My nickname is Mighty Earthshaker!"

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