Chapter 34

Mo Fan gently glanced at the people at the meeting and saw many young heroes, mostly players. Except for some fixed plot characters, they were basically players and few NPCs.

Mo Fan looked at the moon girl next to her. At this time, the moon girl was covered with white veil and dressed in white, which added a little more beauty.

"What should we do next?" Mo Fan asked.

The two of them sat on the corner. At this time, their eyes were all on Guo Jing and Huangrong and his wife in front of the stage. This kind of plot is not only a pass requirement for special sect players, but also a great opportunity for ordinary players to worship their teachers. For example, the "falling wild goose fairy" was favored by a great master in the plot task, and then taught a set of shocking Martial arts, which occupies a place in the world, is also the most famous among the "Four Fairies", not only with a good reputation, but also a chivalrous name.

"Wait patiently, and someone will naturally be your opponent later." Miss Yue said lightly.

Mo Fan nodded and said, "Uh-huh."

At this time, it was already evening, and Lujiazhuang hung lights inside and outside, and the candles were brilliant. More than 200 seats were held in the main hall, front hall, back hall, compartment hall and flower hall, and more than half of the heroes who became famous in the world went to the banquet. The rest are some new masters, and this hero banquet is really a rare event since the game. Guo Jing and Huang Rong accompanied the guests and were located in the main hall, but Yang Guo disappeared. However, there was a handsome player beside Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who was born with pink faces and jade, but he was a handsome figure.

Lu, the new master, stood up with his wine glass. He raised his glass and toasted a glass of wine to the heroes and said loudly, "We came to help the old master Hong, saying that Mongolia invaded Japan in the south and ordered me to help them to resist foreign aggression. Now the heroes of the world will gather here, and everyone's hearts are loyal and righteous. We must discuss a wonderful strategy to make the Mongolian Tarans dare not attack our Song Dynasty again. After he said these words, the heroes stood up one after another. You and I agreed with each other. Most of the people who came to the hero banquet on this day were bloody men. Seeing that the national affairs were going by day and the great disaster was imminent, they had long been deeply worried about themselves. Some people mentioned this matter, and the loyal and righteous heroes responded freely.

An old man with a silvery stood up and said, "As the saying goes, a snake can't do without a head. We have the will of loyalty and righteousness. If we don't have a leader, big things will be difficult. Today, the heroes are here, and everyone will be honored and convinced by everyone. He will take the lead, and everyone will be ordered.

The heroes cheered together, and someone shouted, "Let you take the lead!" Don't push others!"

The old man laughed and said, "What kind of stinky old man am I? The master of martial arts has been led by Eastern Evil, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar and Zhong Shentong. Zhongshentong Chongyang real immortals have been there for many years, and the owner of the Eastern Evil Yellow Island has been alone. The western poison is not one of our generation. The Southern Emperor is far away in Dali, not our people of the Song Dynasty. The leader of the heroes is the elders of the northern beggar Hong.

Hong Qigong is Taishan Beidou in martial arts, which is really expected by the public. The heroes applauded together and there is no objection.

One of the people said, "Old Master Hong is naturally the leader of the group of heroes. In addition to him, which one can convince the public, be more morally superior to others and take on this big task?" He spoke loudly, and everyone looked at the place where the voice was speaking, but they could not see anyone. It turned out that the speaker was very short and was covered by the people next to him.

Someone asked, "Who is speaking?" The dwarf jumped up and stood on the table, but saw that he was less than three feet tall, more than 40 years old, and his face was full of spirit.

Some people know that he is a good man in Jiangxi. Everyone wanted to laugh, but when they saw his powerful eyes, they swallowed the laughter. I only heard him say, "But Mr. Hong's behavior is haunted. It's rare to show his face once in ten years. What if he encounters a big event to resist the enemy's aggression and just can't ask him for instructions?"

The group thought ambitiously, "That's true." Lei Meng added, "What we have done today is all loyalty to the country, and there is no selfishness at all. When we elected a deputy alliance leader, Mr. Hong, traveled around the world, and everyone obeyed him.

In the applause, someone shouted, "Guo Jingguo Hero!"

Someone shouted, "Master Lu is the best."

There is a humane: "The former master of the Huang Gang of the Beggar Gang is resourceful and a disciple of the old master Hong. I recommend the leader of the Huang gang."

There is also humanity: "It's the landlord here."

Some people call it: "Master of Quanzhen. Changchun Ziqiu Zhenren. For a while, there were different opinions.

In the chaos, four Taoist people quickly entered the entrance of the hall, but Hao Datong, Sun Buer, Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping.

Mo Fan's eyes contracted slightly, and then he was stunned and turned his head slightly, but it was Miss Yue who took his hand to stop him from moving forward.

"What's wrong?" Mo Fan's eyes signaled.

"We have to wait!" Such a meaning is conveyed in Miss Yue's eyes.

Mo Fan exhaled, and his eyes were very impatient.

The moon girl shook her head helplessly and looked back to the scene.

Guo Jing and Lu Guanying were overjoyed and hurriedly left the table to welcome each other. The Quanzhen School is known as the authentic martial arts in the world. If there is no master of the Quanzhen School in today's hero banquet, it will naturally be much inferior.

Hao Datong whispered in Guo Jing's ear, "If an enemy comes to make trouble, you must be careful. We are in a hurry to return the news. Guo Jing thought that Guangningzi Hao Datong was one of the masters of Quanzhen Religion. There were few people who were better than him in martial arts in the world. His voice trembled slightly when he said these words, and he must be a very powerful figure. He asked in a low voice, "Ouyang Feng?" Hao Da Channel: "No, it's the Mongolian I once folded under him."

Guo Jing's heart widened and nodded, "Is it Prince Huodu?" Hao Datong did not answer, but heard the sound of the horn outside the gate, and then there was an intermittent sound of knocking.

Lu Guanying shouted, "Welcome the distinguished guests!" The voice stopped, and there were dozens of people standing tall in front of the hall. The heroes in the hall were cheering and drinking. Suddenly, they were slightly surprised to see many people breaking into the hall, but they all thought that this generation must be the person who came to the hero banquet, and they didn't care about it when they saw that there was no acquaintance inside.

Guo Jing whispered Hao Datong's words to Huang Rong and stood up, and the couple and Lu Guanying greeted them together. Guo Jing knew that the elegant and noble prince looked like Prince Huodu of Mongolia; the thin Tibetan monk was Huodu's brother Darba.

The two stood on both sides, and in the middle stood a Tibetan monk in a red robe, extremely tall and thin, who was like a bamboo pole. His forehead was slightly sunken, like a plate.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked at each other. They had heard Huang Yaoshi talk about the strange martial arts of Tibetan tantra. When they reached a very high level, the top door was slightly concave, and this person's heart was deeply immersed. Is the martial arts really profound? Why have you never heard of such a master in Tibet? The two secretly guarded and bowed at the same time. Guo Jing said, "If you come from afar, please sit down and have a few drinks."

Miss Yue's hand was gently withdrawn, and Mo Fan looked at her, but put away the impatience in her eyes.