Chapter 315 Elder Peng

Elder Peng said in a clear voice: "A wise bird chooses a tree to rest on. How I choose is none of your business.

This Mongolian holy monk is revered by everyone as the Golden Wheel Master, and the current Queen of the Mongol Empire named him the First Protector of the Nation. "

These words spoke loudly.

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in astonishment, thinking: "We are here to discuss how to resist the Mongol invasion from the south, why did a Mongol master of national defense come here?"

Guo Jing didn't know how to deal with these people, so he just said calmly: "Everyone has come from afar, please have a few more drinks."

After three rounds of drinking, Elder Peng stood up again and said loudly: "We did not receive the hero's invitation today, but came to the hero's banquet. We shamelessly became uninvited guests, but when we think about meeting with all the wise men, we can't care about many things.

It is a rare occasion to have such a grand gathering. All heroes from all over the world gather here. In my opinion, we need to elect a leader to lead the martial arts world and be the leader of all heroes in the world. What do you think?"

"Dwarf Lion" Lei Meng said loudly: "That's right. We have nominated the Beggars' Sect leader Hong as the leader of the group, and are now nominating a deputy leader. What do you think?"

Elder Peng sneered and said, “With his martial arts and reputation, how can he compare to the Golden Wheel Imperial Master?

Heroes, please listen, there is no one else who can be the leader of the martial arts world except Master Jinlun."

The Beggars' Sect disciples flew into a rage upon hearing this, but knowing that this man held a deep grudge against old Sect Leader Hong, they saw no point in arguing.

After hearing these words, the heroes all understood the purpose of these people's visit. Apparently, they knew that the Heroes' Banquet would be disadvantageous to Mongolia, so they came to compete for the position of leader.

If Master Jinlun won the position of leader by virtue of his martial arts, the heroes of the Central Plains would never obey his orders, but it would also weaken the momentum of the Han people in resisting Mongolia.

Everyone knew that Huang Rong was resourceful, so they all turned to look at her, thinking, "No matter how strong these dozens of people are, they can never be a match for the thousands of people here. Whether we fight alone or in a group, we will not be at a disadvantage. Everyone just listen to the orders of Gang Leader Huang."

Huang Rong knew that if she didn't resort to violence today, she would never be able to stop. A group fight would certainly win, but it would be hard to convince the other party. She said loudly, "The heroes here have already nominated Old Master Hong as the leader, but this Mongolian hero has come to interrupt and wants to nominate a so-called Golden Wheel Imperial Master who has never been heard of or met by everyone.

If old Gang Leader Hong was here, he could have shown off his magical powers with Master Jinlun to determine who was the better of him. However, he was traveling all over the world, killing Mongolian Tartars and eliminating traitors who assisted the evil. He did not expect that you would come here on your own today and was unable to wait for you here. He will definitely feel regretful when he finds out about this in the future.

Fortunately, both Old Master Hong and Master Jinlun have disciples. How about letting the disciples of the two families compete on behalf of their masters?"

Most of the heroes in the Central Plains knew that Guo Jing had amazing martial arts skills and was in his prime, so he was probably the best in the world. At this moment, even Hong Qigong might not be able to be stronger than him. If he were to compete with the disciples of Master Jinlun, he would be sure to win and there was no reason for him to lose. They all cheered and applauded, and their voices shook the roof tiles.

The heroes who were feasting in the side hall and the back hall got the news and rushed over. In a moment, the corridors, the patio, and the door were crowded with people, cheering and cheering.

The Mongolian warriors were outnumbered and far outnumbered.

Elder Peng smiled and said, "In that case, let the second disciple of the Golden Wheel Imperial Master, Dalba, take the field in this battle to learn the Beggars' Sect's Dog Beating Stick Technique."

When Huang Rong saw that Elder Peng left the most powerful martial artist Guo Jing aside with just one sentence, she snorted coldly in her heart and thought that traitors were indeed the most despicable.

Guo Jing knew that his wife's dog-beating stick skills were unrivaled in the world, and he thought she could defeat Dalba, but she had just had a baby in the past few months and her internal energy was out of balance, so she could not fight with anyone.

So he stepped out of his seat, stood in the middle of the table, and said loudly: "My Master Hong En's Dog Beating Stick Technique is only used when he encounters the best masters in the world. I'm afraid that this Dalba's little skill is not worthy of seeing it. You should come and experience his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

The heroes cheered loudly. Master Jinlun said, "Okay, Dalba, go down and fight with Hong Qigong's apprentice."

Elder Peng quickly said, "Wait."

He quickly walked to the side of Master Jinlun and whispered something in his ear. Master Jinlun looked at Guo Jing and saw that Guo Jing stood up like a mountain, with extraordinary momentum. Master Jinlun could not help but secretly surprised: "This man is really amazing."

Imperial Master Jinlun and Elder Peng nodded and said, "You make the arrangements."

Elder Peng was immediately excited after getting the permission from King Jinlun, and said with a smile: "It is common for Hero Guo to worship several masters.

However, today is the day when National Master Jinlun and Old Gang Leader Hong are competing in martial arts. Although your martial arts are strong, you have mastered many skills, and you cannot show Old Gang Leader Hong's true ability.

May I ask who is the current leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

Lu Youjiao swung his bamboo stick and strode to the table, saying, "I am the new leader of the Beggars' Sect, Lu Youjiao! May I ask what you may have to say to me?"

Elder Peng glanced at Lu Youjiao and said, "Boss Lu, ha, long time no see. I didn't expect that someone as dull as you could become the Boss of the Beggars' Sect. It seems that the Beggars' Sect is really in decline, hahaha."

Lu Youjiao was immediately furious, and the Beggar Gang disciples cursed him even more.

Master Jinlun said, "Let's talk business."

Elder Peng bowed his head and said yes, then stood up and said to Lu Youbang, "According to the Beggars' Sect tradition, the leader must teach the Dog Beating Stick Technique. I guess you know it too, right?"

Lu Youbang snorted and said, "Of course I know how to do it. I haven't even learned 10% of the Dog Beating Stick Technique, so I shouldn't be using it.

But you must have a taste of the feeling of being beaten with a dog-beating stick, so I will beat you a few times."

Lu Youjiao's martial arts skills were already quite sophisticated. Although he had not yet learned the complete Dog Beating Stick Technique, it had greatly enhanced the power of his original martial arts skills.

Seeing that Dalba was only thirty years old, he guessed that even if he had received instruction from a master, his skills would not be profound. He knew that Huang Rong was not feeling well, and he could not let her take any risks.

Elder Peng immediately clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "That couldn't be better."

He turned to look at the Imperial Master Jinlun, who nodded and said, "Dalba, you should go down and meet with this Lu Gang Leader."

Dalba said something in a gibberish to Master Jinlun, then took out a weapon from under his bright red cassock and walked into the hall.

When everyone saw his weapon, they were secretly shocked. It turned out to be a thick and long golden pestle.

This Vajra Pestle has traditionally been used by Dharma protectors in Esoteric Buddhism, and it is also common for Tibetan and Mongolian monks to use it as a weapon.

But Darba's pestle was four feet long, with a head as thick as a bowl and a golden body, as if it was made of a mixture of gold and steel, or there were several layers of gold on the outside of the steel pestle. It was obvious at a glance that it was very heavy.

He came to the hall, clasped his hands in salute to the heroes, raised his hand and threw the golden pestle high into the air.

(End of this chapter)