"We are here to fight today, not to watch a play, Brother Wang." He Long said softly, his eyes regaining their spirit. "Hahaha, Brother He is quick-witted and quick-witted. Follow me." Wang Tianyou was turning around to lead the way, but someone in the crowd behind him whispered, "Fu Ying pulled down the Sword God's banner and used it to wipe his sweat." Du Jian heard the voice, and the sweat he had just wiped off suddenly came out again. The rest of the crowd still had no expression on their faces, as if they were following He Long's lead. Wang Tianyou laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay. This was originally established by your gang leader Qiu Shumin. Now that it's been pulled down, I'm very happy. Let's go, everyone may be waiting anxiously." He glanced back at Du Jian. Du Jian saw the Sword God looking at him. Although he was embarrassed at this time, he had to squeeze out a bunch of smiles to respond to the Sword God. Although most of the Sword Sect disciples were unhappy, they didn't dare to say anything. They followed silently from a distance. "Why are you here?" The Sword God asked in a low voice. "Ding Tao."... The Sword God led everyone along the path, stepping on rocks and crossing clear streams. Going around flowing stones and stepping on grass roots and mud. They walked all the way up the mountain, because there were few people on Baidang Mountain and the road was difficult to walk on. Along the way, Wang Tianyou, Tang Fu, He Long and others talked and laughed, but He Long and others did not seem to appreciate it and just listened quietly. When they reached the mountainside, the mountain road slowed down and became wider. The tall pines surrounded them and the slanting sun shone in the shade. He Long and others walked forward gradually. When they reached the top of the mountain, they saw disciples from various sects standing on both sides of the mountain road. Some held knives, some held swords, and some held sticks. There were all kinds of weapons. At first glance, they were about seven or eight feet tall. Judging from their clothes, they were wearing brocade clothes and gorgeous belts. Judging from their faces, they had white faces and watery skin. At first glance, there were probably a hundred people. Obviously, they were all disciples with extremely high status in the sect. Du Jian was short, and naturally felt very unhappy looking at this group of people. Even though he was hindered by the power of the Sword God, he couldn't help but laugh strangely: "You called so many people, are you afraid that you can't win?" Wang Tianyou, who was walking in front, said: "Don't worry, if we can't win, it means we are incompetent, and we will naturally keep our promise." "That's good." Du Jian whispered, and at this time it seemed that his short body became even smaller. Everyone went to the top of the mountain, but saw that a ring was built in the middle. The heads and elders of the seven major sects of Dushan Sword Sect, Shaolin, Lianshan Sect, Juedao Sect, Bagua Sect, Zhujian Villa, and Longhu Hall and some brocade-clothed disciples sat on the ground around the ring. Seeing Wang Tianyou go to the top of the mountain, everyone bowed their hands to signal. "Leader Ding, everyone is here, can we start?" Shaolin Jie Wen asked the head of Lianshan Sect. She Huai whispered to He Long: "I didn't expect that Ding Tao, a young boy, would suddenly become the leader of Lianshan Sect and the leader of the alliance." He Long nodded slightly. "Everyone, we are gathered here for a martial arts competition today..." He Long interrupted her coldly before she finished her words: "Don't bother so much. Except for Wufeng and Wuying, who are inseparable, the eight of us will play six games, and the two of them will count as one game. One-on-one, two-on-two. Seven games, four wins." He didn't seem to intend to seek the opinions of the righteous faction. He led the seven people past Wang Tianyou and found a place to sit down. The eight people turned back into eight wax figures. The elders and heads of various factions exchanged glances, as if discussing this matter. Wang Tianyou laughed loudly and said, "Brother He is so straightforward. I was worried about how to determine the winner if eight people each won four games in eight games. Everyone, let's do it this way." "That's good." "Let's listen to the Sword God." The various factions also generally agreed to the rules. Wang Tianyou was delighted to see everyone's reply. He said to He Long, "Brother He, since we are going to compete, why don't you introduce your brothers to each other so that we won't be strangers when the competition begins?" "We'll talk during the competition." "Okay! Then the first round." After Wang Tianyou finished speaking, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes jumped up from the ground like a tiger leaping and a dragon soaring, and landed on the ring. Just as the sound of a golden tripod landing, a tiger leaping over a cliff is full of strength. This tiger-jumping style made the anger pure and the audience couldn't help but cheer. The man who jumped onto the ring bowed to everyone and said to He Long and others, "Zhang Yun, the leader of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, I would like to ask the eight of us, which one of us would like to fight with me?" "I will," Du Jian replied loudly. He slightly pressed his body and kicked his feet, and landed on the ring with a thump, like a bird flying out of a bush or an eagle pouncing on a sheep. Although the momentum was not as good as Zhang Yun's Leaping Tiger Style, it was a very clever move, integrating the two styles of soaring into the sky and spreading wings and landing like an eagle snatching food. Du Jian was truly a rare genius in the world, as he could combine the soaring into the sky style and the landing style so beautifully without any obstruction. Although the upright people were unwilling to cheer for him, they could not help but be secretly surprised. Leader Ding, who was watching quietly, whispered: "Xingtian Palace has been in decline for decades, how can we find such dragons and tigers. I'm afraid the origins of these eight people are not so simple, and we can't keep them." Leader Ding's eyes seemed to be more convinced of his judgment. Obviously, this person's Qinggong has reached a higher level than before, and has reached the pinnacle, and his skills are unparalleled. Du Jian came up to the stage and clasped his fists to Zhang Yun, who was eight feet tall and had a strong back and waist. He said, "Du Jian, the fourth of the eight tribes of Xingtian Palace, is called Fuying." He then extended his hand to Zhang Yun and said, "Please." "Please!" Zhang Yun clasped his fists in return, took a horse stance, and lowered his body slightly, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. His eyes were as bright as a tiger with hanging eyes, and his eyes locked on Du Jian, making him feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, He Long whispered, "Du Jian, don't use poison!" Although his voice was small, it was like the scorching sun, making it impossible for everyone to avoid it. Everyone on the mountain and below heard it. There are probably no two people in the world who can cultivate such internal strength. Just these short words shocked the righteous people secretly. They were worried about the sword god Wang Tianyou. "Why do you always help the other side, brother!" Du Jian was so angry that he stomped on the wooden board and shouted loudly. After a moment, he said, "I know, I know!" But he felt very aggrieved. Looking at Zhang Yun's eyes, they gradually became cold and sharp, like a knife or a beak, wanting to peel the man's flesh and peck at it.