Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"That's the top ten? I haven't had enough yet!"

Ren Yuan followed the Ming Cult members toward the main arena, where ten high-end-looking chairs had been prepared, apparently for the top ten contestants.

When Ren Yuan arrived, he naturally maintained his arrogant fool persona, sat down in the first chair, crossed his legs, and grabbed some snacks from the side to eat.

"He really is a country bumpkin!"

The Ming Cult members paid no more attention to Ren Yuan. In their eyes, Ren Yuan was just a lucky country bumpkin, not worth a second glance.

Ren Yuan may seem very rude, but he has actually been quietly observing the situation on the other arenas.

Except for the Flood Banner, which is not good at land warfare, each of the Five Elements Banners sent someone to compete in the arena. Kou Yi from earlier should be the representative of the Blazing Fire Banner, but unfortunately he was crippled by himself.

Li Tianrun and Si Xingfang, whom we met in Huguan before, were also present.

And that one who looks very handsome, dressed in flamboyant clothes, and wielding a halberd, must be Fang Jie.

Where's Fang La? Hasn't he arrived yet?

Just as Ren Yuan was sitting and eating, getting a little bored, the Ming Cult suddenly signaled all the arenas to stop, and then all the followers present knelt down in one direction.

"Welcome, Master! Welcome, Buddha!"

"Welcome, Master! Welcome, Buddha!"

As the Ming Cult followers cheered, music began to play throughout the venue. A large sedan chair carried by thirty-two men slowly appeared before the people's eyes, with followers constantly scattering flowers on it, making it both grand and mysterious.

In the middle of the large sedan chair sat Fang La, the leader of the Ming Cult.

Behind Fang La sat a kind-looking old monk, who was none other than the Venerable Master Wang.

In front of the sedan chair stood Fang La's strongest henchman, his younger brother Fang Mao, with a pale gold face and a head of messy hair that made his head look several sizes bigger. The top of his hair was tied with a golden headband, and he had two bare iron arms with golden bands on them.

He was responsible for guarding and clearing the way in front of the sedan chair, and his domineering appearance made it hard not to be afraid.

Wow, this is so impressive!

Ren Yuan picked up his teacup to drink tea and secretly observed the situation inside. He didn't move because his current persona was that of a fool who had never seen the world but was powerful in martial arts, so he would never kneel down to Fang La.

"Your subordinate greets the Master!"

Upon seeing Fang La arrive, Yang Batong leaped down from the top of the central arena, bounded to the sedan chair, and bowed to Fang La.

"Left Envoy Yang, no need for formalities. How did the martial arts tournament go?"

Fang La stepped down from the sedan chair under Fang Mao's protection and raised his hand to help Yang Batong.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, everything is basically normal, but there's a problem with the Blazing Fire Banner. Deputy Banner Master Kou has been defeated."

"Oh? Someone actually beat Kou Xi?"

Fang La was somewhat surprised. Although Kou Yi's martial arts skills were not top-notch, his strange fire-breathing technique was unique in the entire Ming Cult.

This is why he was quickly given an important position after surrendering with Duan Sanniang.

If it weren't for his personality issues, Kou Xi would have been more than qualified to be a banner leader.

"Yes, that's the man up there, his name is Yuan Ren, nicknamed Wei Zhentian."

Yang Batong pointed to Ren Yuan, who was still sitting on the platform with his legs crossed, eating something.

"Yuan Ren?"

Fang La didn't know why, but he felt that the name sounded familiar. But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that among all the masters with the surname Yuan, only the Red-Faced Tiger Yuan Lang from Liangshan was quite good. Where did this Yuan Ren come from?

"What's his background? Is he one of our brothers?"

Fang La asked Yang Batong.

"No, it's said that he just arrived in Suzhou today. Before that, he was practicing martial arts with his master in the deep mountains and forests, and his behavior was very... crude."

Yang Batong's impression of "Yuan Ren" was very ordinary.

"How is the strength?"

"His strength is quite good. He angered his opponent from the first stage, fought dozens of opponents without getting hurt, and then broke Vice Flag Chief Kou's fire-breathing technique. I saw that his skills were indeed good, so I let him be the first to come to the central arena."

Yang Batong's report was quite detailed.

"Master, what do you think?"

Fang La turned to ask his master. Although he was pleased that such a powerful expert had suddenly appeared in his territory, he was still wary.

After hearing Fang La's words, Old Buddha Wang raised his head, his eyes sharpening as he looked Yuan Ren up and down.

It has to be said that this old guy is quite capable. When his eyes looked over, Ren Yuan clearly felt that someone was watching him, and he almost subconsciously prepared to jump up.

Fortunately, he regained his composure, threw the teacup he was holding on the ground and smashed it, shouting loudly:

"Drinking from tiny cups like this is unpleasant. Who do you Ming Cult members think you are? Get me a big bowl! A big bowl!"

After observing Yuan Ren's performance, Old Buddha Wang pondered for a moment, then turned to ask Yang Batong:

"Eight barrels, what weapon is this person using?"

"He has no weapons, only fist and foot skills. Oh, and his hidden weapon skills seem to be quite good as well."

Yang Batong thought for a moment and then answered.

After all, those two powder packets couldn't be considered weapons...

"Fist and kick? Eighth Tong, arrange for someone to test his skills in a bit. I want to see where he comes from."

Having lived for so many years, Master Wang had a great understanding of the famous sects and schools of martial arts in the Song Dynasty. He could deduce a person's sect simply by observing their moves.

"Your Majesty, why go through all that trouble! I'll go myself!"

Upon hearing that he wanted to test his fists, Fang Mao immediately got excited. He clashed his two iron arms together, making a metallic clanging sound, and even the golden headband on his head tilted slightly.

"Third brother, don't be reckless."

Fang La gestured to Fang Mao, warning him not to act rashly.

"Brother, it's alright. I'm made of iron, who am I afraid of?"

Fang Mao, one of the Dharma Kings protecting the Ming Cult, nicknamed the Golden Lion King, was eight feet tall and imposing. His iron arms suppressed countless heroes of the Ming Cult. He was Fang La's most capable bodyguard and fighter!

"If the Lion King goes up there, he can indeed be a match for this man."

But after looking at Fang Mao, Old Buddha Wang nodded, indicating that Fang Mao was indeed capable of fighting the person above.

"Master, isn't it too risky to let Third Brother go?"

"No, Lion King is the number one martial arts master in our Ming Cult. His iron arms are awe-inspiring throughout Jiangnan. This guy on the stage, Wei Zhentian, I think he's also a master of martial arts. It's a good opportunity for Lion King to go and test him out."

"Third brother, be careful. This guy must have some skills to break Kou Xi's fire attack with his bare hands!"

"Don't worry, brother. Let alone Megatron, even if Optimus Prime were here right now, I'd still dare to throw a punch!"