The Miracle Doctor: Call Me Savior

At 10 o'clock in the morning, in a warm and tense atmosphere, the meeting finally began.

Except for the ordinary people who had been seated for a long time, the famous sects and seniors of Wulin had all started to enter at this moment.

Like sportslers, every time when everyone entered the venue, there was a warm cheer in the audience, which was the enthusiastic celebration of the disciples of their respective sects.

The cheers from the famous sects continued unabated, but the small sects seemed to be less crowded. After all, the last to appear were the headmasters and elders of the famous sects, or the senior masters of the martial arts world. It was almost impossible for them to be liberal cultivators.

However, in this deserted atmosphere, there was a miracle in the rogue cultivators' camp. That was, the restless old Taoist Qingxuan. Every time when they began to cheer in the main field of the League of Strong Families, the old Taoist held his voice, pulled out a long voice, and made a strange scream.

Under the influence of the old Taoist priest, many rogue cultivators around also howled. For a time, the cheers from the famous and big sects were actually suppressed, which made the faces of those who came on the stage sink. So the people behind him, one by one, bowed their heads and speeded up, hurrying past, didn't want to give the old Taoist Qing Xuan a chance to boo.

For a moment, Old Taoist Qingxuan was a little disappointed. At this time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a burly middle-aged strong man staggering toward him. Before the man entered the hall, the old Taoist Qing Xuan was excited. He held his throat and pulled out a long and urgent hiss, completely covering the other side's voice.

When he shouted, the strong man suddenly snorted and glared at the old Taoist Qing Xuan. He deliberately patted the big knife on his waist, with a threatening look.

At this moment, seeing the broadsword, Zachary on the side also understood. This strong man should be the head of the Humen Mansion, Liu Hu. The Humen Mansion had a feud with the old Taoist Qing Xuan because of yesterday's incident, so at this moment, it was natural that Zachary was not kind to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist looked relaxed in the face of Liu Hu's threat. He didn't take this matter seriously at all. When the chief of the Liusha Sect came to the arena, he made a long hiss again.

However, when the three figures came out at the same time, a burst of enthusiastic cheers burst out from the people of the big sects. Even the Rogue Cultivators also sent out a lot of cheers.

Because the three people who came out at the moment were surprisingly several martial arts masters in today's martial arts world. One of them was on the left, wearing a bright yellow cassock, with Buddha beads on his face and a smile on his face. He was Master Baohong of the Yuanbao Temple.

On the right was a nun wearing a grey robe, a nun hat, and a cold, Nun-eliminating face. She seemed to be the Miaohui Nun of the Jingxin Monastery.

In the middle, there was a tall and strong man with a small beard and a dignified gait. He was Zheng Zachary, the Master of the Zheng Family, whom Zachary had met the other night. He was also a Wu Dao master and the sponsor of the meeting, Zheng Wuxiong.

The three of them were all influential figures in the southern martial arts world. Being a martial arts master, they enjoyed high prestige and prestige, and they were all from big sects. As soon as they came out, they immediately won a warm cheer.

Walking to the center of the rostrum, the three sat down.

Zheng Wu Xiong walked to the microphone in the center with a smile, waved to everyone with a smile, and then said, "Dear colleagues in the martial arts world, Zheng Family's boxing house will be in charge of hosting the flood of southern Wulin. I, Zheng Wu Xiong, want to hold the meeting well. However, two days ago, because of some misunderstandings, there were some small frictions and small conflicts between our colleagues, which damaged the friendly atmosphere of the martial arts world!"

Zheng Wuxiong's words suddenly surprised many people on the spot. They didn't expect that Zheng Wuxiong would take the initiative to mention the conflict in the last two days.

For a moment, the big and small factions of the famous and small sects stared at each other with their scarlet eyes. They couldn't wait to rush up to fight.

But Zheng Wu Xiong went on to say, "Some places of our Zheng Family's boxing house are not ready for the conflict two days ago, which is also one of the reasons for this conflict. So, I, Zheng Wu Xiong, have made a promise here to each of you to provide you with 1,000 yuan as compensation."

When these words were spoken, everyone became a bit excited, especially those from small sects. Almost all of them didn't have much money. This one thousand yuan was enough to cover the travel fee, and there might even be a bit of money left.

As for the people from big sects, although they did not lack for this one thousand yuan, they admired Zheng Wuxiong more, so they all made obeisance to him one by one.

"That's great! Master Zheng, you're so righteous!"

"I didn't expect us to have a portion as liberal cultivators. Thank you, Master Zheng!"

"Master Zheng, you've spent a lot of money. What are we going to do?"

...

In the midst of the discussion, Master Baohong said with a smile, "Yesterday, we had a long talk with Master Zheng all night to solve your contradictions and misunderstandings. Master Zheng proposed compensation. I originally wanted everyone to chip in together to make up for it. However, Master Zheng is so generous that he insisted on taking out the money to compensate everyone when the income of the Zheng Family's boxing house declined dramatically. It's really not a loss of the title of Wu Dao Master!"

Hearing Monk Baohong's words, the people of the martial arts world on the ground immediately expressed their gratitude.

"Thank you, Master Zheng!"

"Thank you, Master Baohong!"

"Master Zheng is a generational martial arts master. It's really hard for him to think of our small sects."

...

Zheng Wuxiong smiled and said in a clear voice, "All of you are colleagues in the martial arts circle. You should help each other. Our Zheng Family has a slightly higher income than many other sects. Although we have encountered some troubles recently, we have to take this responsibility."

Suddenly, there was another round of applause. Even those on the scattered cultivators' side had turned their backs on Ding Hao and clapped their hands enthusiastically at this moment.

Old Taoist Qingxuan slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at Zheng Wuxiong on the stage. He snorted coldly and disdainfully said, "He seems to be trying to buy people's hearts with his work."

Zachary's heart stirred, and he immediately understood. The conflict of the last two days had caused the noble and big sects and rogue cultivators to oppose each other, and the reputation of the Zheng Family had also been affected. But now, Zheng Wu Xiong had used such a trick and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to resolve the dispute on the spot. At the same time, he had won the reputation of the Zheng Family. It had to be said that no one who could sit in this position was a real fool.

After that, the meeting officially began with the main theme.

According to past practice, the next was the performance of all the schools.

People from big sects like the Tiger House and the Liu Sha Clan came forward one after another.

There were also some rogue cultivators who came to the stage to perform personal performances.

At the end of the day, Monk Baohong, Miaohui, and Jingmiao Nun's Yuanbao Temple and Jingmiao Nunnery appeared one after another.

In the end, it was the last player of the Zheng Family's Boxing Club who came out.

More than 50 people, including the younger generation of the Zheng Family Boxing, came to the stage. They were ready to fight. They played a set of powerful Zheng Family Boxing, which immediately aroused a warm applause from the audience.

The performance was over. A host stepped on the stage, picked up the microphone and said, "Thank you for your wonderful performances. Now, let's officially proceed to the second stage, the free contest."

"It's the same as before. In a martial arts competition, the outcome is entirely up to your ability. But remember, the challenger can call the name of the challenger, but the challenger has the right not to accept the challenge. The outcome of the competition will be determined by the predecessors on the rostrum."

"Finally, it's time to go to the key round!"

When everyone present heard this, they were all in high spirits!

This part was a "attention program" for each year. In general, the feud between sects, the competition between family backgrounds, and personal personal grudges, were usually carried out on this occasion.

There were many sects in the martial arts world, and all kinds of grudges and resentments were naturally countless. In this current law-abiding society, private large-scale internal fighting was naturally not allowed. Therefore, the free competition became these problems. It was a good occasion.

Sure enough, as soon as the host finished speaking, someone stood out.

A long-faced middle-aged man jumped on the stage and gave a fist-palm salute to everyone. "I'm Huang Tian of Mount Qingyun. I'm going to challenge Wang Xin, the Head Person of the Wolf Head Club. Does Dean Wong dare to accept the challenge?"

Dean Wong sneered. "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The first match was to challenge the Director. From the looks of it, the two of them had become enemies long ago.

In this way, the competition was going on in full swing.novelbin

"I'm a Rogue Cultivator, Han Yun! Wu Hong, do you dare to compete with you?"

"Haha, why wouldn't I dare?"

"Come on then!"

"Let's go!"

"Victory and defeat must be decided today!"

...

Time flew by very quickly in the midst of a lively battle.

After another person was kicked off the stage, a figure jumped onto the stage, and his eyes fell on Zachary.

Zachary raised his head and his eyes narrowed. He knew this man. He was the boss of the inn that night, Zheng Lei of the Zheng Family.

Zheng Lei looked at them provocatively, and his eyes fell on Old Taoist Qingxuan. He shouted, "Old Taoist Qingxuan, do you dare to fight with me?" "The Zheng Family is here!"

"Zheng Lei's kung fu in the Zheng Family is not bad. It's a little dangerous!"

"Old Taoist, he dared to enter the fighting ring, so he must have been well-prepared. Don't go up!"

...

These were the liberal cultivators who had the most powerful fight with the Zheng Family that day. They all advised Qingxuan not to come to the arena. After all, the old Taoist didn't look like a master at all in this outfit.

The crowd thought that Qingxuan would not come on the stage, but to their surprise, the old Taoist swung his robe and looked righteous. He got up and shouted with a serious face, "Others are coming for us, I have no reason not to fight! The Zheng family first joined forces with the big sects to frame us, and now they want to take revenge on me. Even if I don't have enough strength, I can't let these big sects be arrogant. Even if I lose, I can't lower the prestige of my rogue cultivators and small sects."

Such an improvisation speech immediately made the image of the old Taoist become tall and big. His clothes, fluttering in the wind, seemed to have a few more sage-like temperament.

"Well said!"

"Taoist Qingxuan, I support you!"

"Yes, we're not easy to bully!"

"For the dignity of us rogue cultivators! Fight!"

"Do your best, Taoist!"

"Kill that shameless bastard, Zheng Lei!"

"Kill the League of Strong Families and schools!"