Chapter 1514 Martial Arts Conference (Snowflakes fluttering, north wind whistling)

In the Jianghu, the inn is always the busiest place for people to come and go. Heroes, knights of the martial arts, no matter who they are, they all have to eat.

It is the same here.

The dining room is full of guests, they drink tea, chat, and curiously stare at a table by the window. At that table, there is an old man in a blue cloth gown, with white hair, holding a pipe in his hand and closing his eyes to rest. Opposite him, there is a big girl with two big braids, who is now supporting her cheeks with both hands and staring at the old man.

Seeing that almost everyone has come, the old man picked up the pipe and knocked on the table. The noise around suddenly became much smaller—the stories in the martial arts world have always been exciting, and the guests also like to listen to these gossips. And the gossips told by Mr. Sun are not only interesting, but also very special, and are quite popular with the guests.

After all, not everyone can become a Jianghu guest.

Listening to stories here and imagining the sparks between oneself and the knights is enough for most ordinary people.

The girl with braids chuckled and spoke.

"Grandpa, what are we going to talk about today? Are we still going to talk about the story of the Plum Blossom Thief?"

"Hehe......"

Hearing the girl with braids' question, Mr. Sun laughed.

"There is nothing much to say about the Plum Blossom Thief. That is all in the past."

"But, hasn't the Plum Blossom Thief been caught yet?"

The girl with braids asked curiously, and Mr. Sun shook his head.

"That's true, so what? In the final analysis, no one knows what the Plum Blossom Thief looks like, what martial arts he knows, and what means he uses... You can be the Plum Blossom Thief, I can be the Plum Blossom Thief, anyone can be the Plum Blossom Thief."

"But, I heard that the true identity of the Plum Blossom Thief is the famous Li Tanhua?"

"That's just a rumor, it doesn't count."

Mr. Sun took a puff of his pipe and narrowed his eyes.

"What's more, for the current martial arts world, the Plum Blossom Thief is no longer important."

"Oh?"

The girl with braids was very enthusiastic in supporting the joke.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"Because of a person."

At this point, the old man's voice became much lower.

"A killing god."

"Grandpa, are you talking about the man who came from Zhongzhou and caused a bloody storm in Xiwulin?"

"Yes, it's him."

Mr. Sun nodded.

"You also know that he killed a lot of people, and there are more people who want to kill him, but do you know the cause of all this?"

Hearing this, the guests in the room also pricked up their ears and widened their eyes. They had heard about what Mr. Sun said, and some even witnessed the scene with their own eyes. But as for why all this happened, no one knew. Now listening to Mr. Sun's inside story, everyone was naturally excited.

"Grandpa, do you know?"

"Haha, I've traveled a lot and have inquired a lot, but actually... the cause of the whole thing is very simple."

"Simple?"

"Yes, everyone knows that it was rumored that Li Tanhua was the Plum Blossom Thief, and the Plum Blossom Thief was Li Tanhua, so all the major sects sent out their best disciples and elite soldiers to form a team, vowing to capture Li Tanhua and bring him to justice."

"That's true."

The girl with braids nodded vigorously and blinked.

"Did they find him?"

"Yes, they found Li Tanhua in an inn in a small town in Zhongzhou. Originally, they still had a chance to survive, but unfortunately, they offended someone."

"A person?"

"Yes, a hunter, who was sitting opposite Li Tanhua at the time. In fact, that seat had always belonged to him, but because the inn was overcrowded at the time, Li Tanhua chose to share a table with him. However, those people thought that the hunter was an accomplice of the Plum Blossom Bandits, so they attacked him."

"This is too overbearing."

The girl with braids pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Just sitting together doesn't mean they are in the same group, and it's not clear whether Li Tanhua is a Plum Blossom Bandit."

"Hehe... Things in the world are like this. Sometimes it's not what it is, but what everyone thinks it is."

The old man chuckled.

"Everyone thinks that Li Tanhua is the Plum Blossom Thief, so the Plum Blossom Thief is Li Tanhua."

"What happened later? Did Li Tanhua save that person?"

"He didn't."

Mr. Sun shook his head.

"Because those people were killed by that hunter."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, not only was the girl with pigtails stunned, but even the guests around were quite surprised.

"Isn't he just a hunter?"

"He's just a hunter, but it doesn't say that he can't kill people."

Mr. Sun sighed.

"Then, he came to Xizhou."

"Why?"

The girl with pigtails was puzzled.

"He killed so many people, all of whom were well-known figures from various sects in Xiwulin. Isn't he afraid of revenge from the other party? At this time, he should escape as soon as possible."

"Indeed."

Mr. Sun tapped his pipe.

"Seeking revenge is common in the martial arts world. Although there are reasons, those people are all elites of various sects. They will not let it go if they die like this. Not to mention their masters, apprentices, relatives, family members, and friends, they will naturally not swallow this breath. He will face pursuit from all sides until his death."

"Then he dares to come to Xizhou?"

The girl with braids looked incredible.

"If it were me, I would have run away to other places, changed my name, and lived in anonymity."

"That's right."

Mr. Sun picked up the teacup, blew the tea leaves floating on it, and drank a sip of tea.

"Whether he is an accomplice of the Plum Blossom Thief or not, he killed so many people from various sects, and everyone must seek revenge on him. If he went to other states, it would be more difficult. But in Xizhou, here, anyone can find him and kill him. In fact, those people did so, and then... they were also killed by that man."

At this point, Mr. Sun let out a long sigh.

"It's only been a month since we entered Xizhou, and thousands of people have died at his hands!"

"—————!"

Hearing this, the guests present suddenly became noisy. The death of thousands of people is definitely not a small number.

However, that man actually killed thousands of people in a month?

"How did he do it?"

The girl with braids widened her eyes and looked at the old man.

"It's actually very simple."

"Simple?"

"Yes, he killed those people from the sects, and they all had masters, disciples, family, and friends to avenge them. So as long as those who came to seek revenge are killed, then naturally there will be people who will seek revenge for these people, and then kill those who came to seek revenge, then there will be more..."

"Isn't this endless?"

The girl with braids was stunned at this moment.

"Is he really not afraid of death?"

"Haha, I don't know if he is afraid of death, but until now, no one has been able to cause the man any harm. It is said that the man seems to have practiced a very strange kung fu, which makes him invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and all kinds of poisons."

"Grandpa, you are exaggerating."

The girl with pigtails chuckled.

"How can this be considered a human? This is a god in heaven!"

"I don't know if he is a god, but his ability is real."

Grandpa Sun shook his head and knocked on his pipe again.

"The Twenty-Eight Constellations Sword Formation of Dian Cang, the twenty-eight disciples cooperated seamlessly, and it is said that those who fall into this formation will die. However, the moment the twenty-eight long swords hit him, they turned into fragments. The Constellation Formation was broken - without swords, there was naturally no sword formation, and the twenty-eight disciples were all killed."

The dining room was dead silent, with only the old man's voice echoing in it.

"The Qinghe Gang has been active in the Qinghe River Basin for decades. The hundred-man cavalry is invincible and can even fight against the imperial army. However, in front of him, both the people and the horses were beaten into a pulp, which was a horrible sight."

"……………………"

"The Indra Sect Master of Huanxi Sect is good at using poison. It is said that he has a unique skill that can allow poison to penetrate into other people's bodies without anyone noticing. Even holding your breath to protect your body is useless, and even using your true energy is difficult to resist. But when his head was smashed to pieces by that man, the Indra Sect Master's The poison was not even visible. "

"……………

"In order to avenge the deputy leader, the Thunderbolt Sect set up a siege on him. When he passed by the cliff, they threw hundreds of Thunderbolt Fire Bombs at him. This is the unique hidden weapon of the Thunderbolt Sect. Just one is enough to break the bluestone. Under hundreds of Thunderbolt Fire Bombs, it is impossible to leave a complete body. However, when he walked out of it, his clothes were not even torn at all………

Mr. Sun told the story one by one, and everyone was silent at this moment, not daring to speak. Many of them had witnessed the scene described by Mr. Sun, but they did not expect that the battle at that time was so terrible. So many people, deliberately wanted to kill one person. However, this person was not only not killed by them, but also killed them all in turn.

Is this really a human?

"………………Just like that, he became the public enemy of Xiwulin. "

Mr. Sun talked for a long time, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"It can be said that up to now, in the entire West Wulin, there is no one whose relatives, friends, benefactors, or enemies have not been killed by him, unless he is not a Jianghu person."

"What does he look like?"

"He is eight feet tall, a giant man with no hair, a ferocious face, and can stop children from crying at night. He always wears a black, very strange outfit. It doesn't look like the dress of a martial artist, nor does it look like the dress of an ordinary person. In short, as long as you see it, you can recognize it. Because there is nothing more weird than what he wears in this world."

"What weapon does he use?"

"He doesn't use weapons."

The old man shook his head.

"He only relies on a pair of fists, and he doesn't even have boxing gloves, just his bare fists. But he can break gold and split stone, and even the sharpest sword blade can't withstand the power of his punch. Therefore, everyone also gave him a nickname-Iron Fist Invincible!"

At this point, the old man paused.

"Iron Fist Invincible Duanmu Huai, that's his name."

Iron Fist Invincible

Since he has never lost along the way, he is naturally invincible.

Because if he loses, then he dies.

But he is still alive and well.

"What on earth is he going to do?"

"No one knows."

"Will the others let him go?"

"That's why we're here, isn't it?"

Mr. Sun chuckled and turned to look out the window - in the mountains there, the ancient temple was clearly visible.

"Western Shaolin holds a martial arts conference, calling on everyone in the martial arts community to gather together to defeat the God of Death."

"Killing God?"

"It's also his name. After all, he has killed so many people, and regardless of whether he is male or female, old or young, anyone who dares to attack him, even if it is just a child, will be trampled to death without mercy. Therefore, those who hate him , they all call him the God of Killing. Now, many people are here. The Fourth Master Long from Longxiao Villa, the top ranked master in the weapons spectrum, the three sects and nine sects, the ten sects and eight sects, all the major leaders have arrived as promised..."

Hearing this, the girl with braids' eyes lit up.

"They are all here? So, will he come too?"

"I'm already here."

At this moment, a deep voice sounded and a tall figure appeared.

He just walked out of the crowd. With his huge body, it should have been impossible for no one to notice him, but in fact, no one noticed his existence before he appeared.

The braided girl's eyes widened in surprise, she covered her mouth and looked at the man in front of her. He was just like what grandpa said, eight feet tall and with a terrifying face, like a prehistoric beast. He was wearing clothes that were different from anyone else's. It was strange and opened in the middle, like a long coat made of some kind of animal skin. Tight clothes like training clothes and a pair of long leather boots. There is also something similar to an ornament pinned to his chest - it is a golden skull.

When he stood up, there was deathly silence all around. Almost everyone seemed to feel some indescribable aura of terror, and sat tremblingly on their chairs, motionless. And he just walked to Mr. Sun's table, and then took out a piece of silver and put it on the table.

"That's good, old man, but I think you can describe my appearance more artistically. At least I don't think I'm that vicious."

As he spoke, he touched his chin, then turned around to leave.

Seeing this scene, the braided girl's heart moved and she shouted.

"Please, please wait!"

"Um?"

Duanmuhuai turned his head and looked at the braided girl in front of him.

"What else?"

"I, I want to know, what do you want to do? You have already killed so many people...how many more do you want to kill before you stop?"

"It's not up to me, little girl."

Duanmu Huai waved his hand.

"It depends on how many people come to kill me. The more people come to kill me, the more I kill. You see, it's that simple."

"But, but...if this continues, when will the injustice be repaid?"