Chapter 928: The rivers and lakes are called Black Lotus 30

Chapter 928 Jianghu is called Black Lotus 30
Sitting in the stands were the heads of the five major sects, and the patriarch of the four great martial arts families, and the other was Tianmiao.
Tian Miao sat on it very abruptly, because except her, everyone else was getting older. Basically, they are old men with white hair and beard.
When someone questioned who the young and beautiful woman sitting on it was actually sitting with those martial arts Taishan Beidou, and others gave the answer, the questioning person shut up immediately.
Black lotus, martial arts is unfathomable, opened a black shop, and many heroes in the arena are friends.
Of course she can sit in that position.
Below the stands are crowds of black and oppressive people. In this world, you can imagine how many people in the world can fight against the court. But not all people are qualified to compete on stage.
Those who can compete in the ring all have a certain reputation in the arena, martial arts are not weak, and many people recommend him. Only those who meet these conditions are qualified to compete for the position of leader.
After the head of Wudang stood up and announced the start of this martial arts conference, the crowd below cheered. They have been looking forward to today for a long time.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu also stood in front of the crowd, watching the excitement with their hands. The two of them are qualified to compete for the leader of the martial arts, but both of them are accustomed to doing things and are not interested in this at all. It was the sons of the other two martial arts families who wanted to participate in this competition.
But there was no first person to come to power for a long time, so humble and wait and see.
At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the crowd.
"What's the matter?" The head of Wudang asked with a frown, looking up to the outside of the square.
"Mongolians." Kunlun's head frowned and said, "What are these Mongolians doing?"
"I always feel that the visitors are not good." The head of the Kongtong faction frowned. The Mongols had steady footsteps and long breathing, and they were masters at first glance. The relationship between Central Plains and Mongolia has never been better.
The head of Shaolin looked at the group of people, did not speak, just moved the prayer beads in his hand.
Xu Lang and the others turned to look at the Mongolians. These people are obviously taller than many people from the Central Plains. They walked like tigers and tigers. Everywhere they went, the crowd gave way, and they quickly walked in front of the crowd.
"See you seniors." The young man in the lead bowed his hands to the crowd in the stands, neither humble nor arrogant.
"You come to our Wudang, what is the so-called?" Wudang chief stood up and asked.
"We are here to participate in the martial arts conference. To compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts." The young man calmly said such a shocking sentence.
When the words fell, the crowd boiled.
"What? The Mongolians want to come to our martial arts conference?"
"What do they want to do?"
"This is something that has never happened before."
"Impossible! Don't even think about it."
"Go back to your Mongolia."
"Wolf's ambition! Go back!"
The crowd talked a lot, and they all looked at the Mongols with the same enemy.
"I believe that martial arts knows no borders. It should be inclusive of others and learn from each other's strengths. The strong will have a broad mind, and the weak will be complacent." The young man was not affected by those unkind eyes and words, but had a calm face. Said loudly.
For a while, the discussion became quieter.
Xu Lang whispered to Shen Hanshu: "What this person said is really high-sounding. I am afraid that the old antiques will not be able to erase the so-called martial arts spirit."
(End of this chapter)