Yanshan old man.

Born in Beijing.

It is also the organizer of this Yanshan discussion on martial arts.

Yanshan old man is a title.

After the death of every Yanshan old man, his position is inherited by the disciples of the previous Yanshan old man.

Today, this Yanshan old man, who has presided over five Yanshan discussions on martial arts, is highly respected.

"I've seen old Yanshan!"

Everyone saluted Yanshan old man, only Gu Yuan nodded slightly.

His respect for Yanshan old man is limited to the fact that this man has organized several Yanshan discussions on martial arts, which can be described as hard work and high achievements.

Gu Yuan will not directly show respect for a person he has never known like others.

At this moment, Yanshan old man walked in slowly.

He wore a silk gown and a pair of rattan shoes. He switched between nobility and simplicity very freely, and I don't know what style of dress he was wearing.

But Gu Yuan can see that this guy's cultivation is not low, at least not under the seven kings and four gods.

Yanshan old man hugged everyone.

"I didn't expect everyone to give me such a big face, but they all came, which made this small hill a little shiny."

Hilltop?

Yanshan is one of the most famous mountains and rivers in China.

If Yanshan is a small mountain, what other places are famous mountains and rivers.

Of course, this is the modesty of Yanshan old man.

At this time.

Xiao XiuXiu suddenly said.

"Aren't there eleven people in all? Why didn't you see the king of Donglin?"

Xiao XiuXiu is a newcomer, so she doesn't know much about the allusions here.

But at this moment, someone really came.

"I'm Lin Feng. I'm here to see you."

I saw a young man coming.

It seems that this young man is just a great accomplishment, and he can't compare with the people present.

But this guy named Lin Feng is wearing a straw hat.

The embroidered word 'Donglin' on the straw hat is enough to show his identity.

"Lin Feng... Lin Yizhi's little boy?"

"It's a little too much to say that the boy is just a servant of Lin Yizhi."

"Servant? Can a servant achieve great accomplishments in the realm of change?"

"There's no way. Who makes him the man of Donglin king?"

Lin Feng swaggered to Yanshan old man.

Then he hugged his fist and said to the Yanshan old man, "Teacher Lin has been cultivating himself recently and doesn't like noise, so he specially ordered me to wear his hat to participate in the Yanshan martial arts debate."

Suddenly, some people who didn't know were shocked.

I won't come, so I'll find a servant with a hat to attend?

Is there such a thing?

The answer is indeed that there is such a thing.

Zhao Jiaolong sighed, "Teacher Lin was the same ten years ago. I didn't expect him to be the same ten years later."

Some old friends know that Lin Yizhi doesn't like to come and join the fun, but even if he doesn't show up, the last Yanshan Kungfu discussion is still his first ranking.

This may be strength.

That's right. Without such strength, I'm afraid ordinary people really can't be Donglin king.

Who doesn't know that the seven kings and four gods rank first.

Yanshan old man is naturally a little unhappy.

But he will not express it directly.

"Since Mr. Lin doesn't come, what do you mean, Lin Feng..."

As soon as the Yanshan old man finished speaking, Lin Feng wore the hat and went to a tiger skin chair to sit down.

"As Mr. Lin said, I came to the meeting wearing his hat, which is no different from his arrival."

It was indeed the king of Donglin.

If I don't come, let a servant wear his hat as if he were attending the meeting. Can there be such a arrogant person in the world.

"OK, I know."

Lin Feng is still aggressive.

"Even if Mr. Lin doesn't come, I think you must know how to arrange this position, old Yanshan?"

"Well, I have a judgment in my heart."

This is why Yanshan old man saved face for himself.

He can't directly say that Lin Yizhi is still the first, even if it's true, it's useless.

The arrogance of Lin Feng made the whole audience dumbfounded.

Many people who don't know the situation outside say, can the servants of the king of Donglin be so arrogant?

"There is an old saying called the prime minister's slave seven grade official. Maybe this means that the fox pretends to be the tiger."

"Alas, don't say that the fox pretends to be the tiger. If I had this opportunity, I would also like to be a servant to the king of Donglin."

At this time, Yanshan old man motioned to everyone to take it easy.

"Thank you for coming. Although Yanshan talks about martial arts every ten years, there seems to be no doubt about the last place of this year?"

Yanshan old man looked at Xiao XiuXiu.

"King of the south of the Yangtze River, although you are now the king of the south of the Yangtze River, your cultivation is not good after all. Old man ranks you last. What's your opinion?"

Xiao XiuXiu stood up and saluted.

"Don't dare to have an opinion. It's already my master's favor to be in charge of Jiangnan. How dare you compete with your predecessors."

Although Xiao XiuXiu was at the bottom, no one looked down on her.

After all, everyone knows that her strength is completely incompetent, but Gu Yuan just lifted her to that position. Who dares to have any idea?

Then, Yanshan old man looked at the grassland King Ma Changxiao again.

"Little horse, you are also the new grassland king. In terms of strength, you are similar to Cao Mulan. Are you two going to have a duel?"

Ma Changxiao directly stood up and hugged.

"I'm the penultimate one. There's nothing to compete with. I'm not as far away as Cao Zhanshen."

Cao Shuang glanced: "fortunately, I didn't hit it, otherwise I would spend my makeup today. Hey, guyulin, do you think my makeup today is beautiful?"

Cao Shuang didn't care about her ranking. She just wanted Gu Yuan to see if she was beautiful.

Yanshan old man continued to rank.

"Then let the wine monk try the fight for the ninth place?"

The wine monk stood up in an instant.

"I don't argue. I've heard that Cao Zhanshen is valiant and valiant, and his martial arts are even better. I'm willing to condescend to the ninth place and not compete with Cao Zhanshen."

Cao Shuang smiled.

"Haha, I thought you wanted to fight me."

"No, No." The wine monk happily led the tenth place to sit down, which was enough for him.

Then Yanshan old man looked at duankun again.

"Duan Zhanshen, is he healed?"

Duankun stood up and said, "although it's OK, the old disease in my body is still there, so I'll take the eighth place."

No one expected that today's competition would be so simple.

From the eighth to the eleventh, they were all automatically arranged. I still remember that ten years ago, at this time, it was already very fierce.

Yanshan old man continued.

"Is king jiuman interested in the dispute between the seventh and sixth places?"

Cao Shuang said directly before King jiuman said anything.

"I want the seventh one, and I don't want to rise any more. Give him the sixth one."