At the gate of Sword Mountain, more than a dozen disciples of Sword Sect looked at the stage performing in front of them, and if they could, they couldn't wait to rush up and kill the performers on this stage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But alas, they can't.

It's not that these servants make them scruples, it's really the people who listen to the play, they can't afford to offend at all.

Not to mention them, even their division commander, when facing this person, they must also tremble, if this person is unhappy, they will definitely die without a place to bury.

"Assume that you have not heard. A man with a dignified face said with a hint of helplessness in his words.

"Senior brother, it's so uncomfortable, he just listens to the play, and he also uses the amplified Ming array to transmit the drama to our Sword Gate, which is ...... This is the biggest insult to our Sword Gate. ”

A young man dressed in white said angrily.

The thick man shook his head and said, "You have to see clearly, who is listening to the play, it is a sage. ”

"Whatever the Holy One wants to do, how can we influence it, listen to me, no matter who it is, don't have any discussion on this matter. ”

"If you really feel aggrieved in your heart, go to the cold ice pool in the back mountain to vent the anger on your body!"

Although the generous man was generous, the last sentence had a chilling breath, and the angry warriors suddenly closed their mouths.

"You plough the field and come to me to weave, and the husband and wife will return the home to ......"

The tactful and sweet singing voice came again, and the disciples of the Sword Sect who heard this singing all turned black.

From the first day this person sat outside the Sword Mountain, they knew that this guy was finding fault, but although they understood, they couldn't help it.

After Shizun announced the closure of the mountain, they felt that this sage should leave soon, after all, the identity of the sage made him have to take care of his face.

But I didn't expect that after I and others didn't go out of the mountain, this person would use such a method, and the husband and wife would both return their home and return your sister!

If you sing to return home, we can not be angry, but you are outside Lijian Mountain every day, singing this kind of tune of husband and wife returning home, what do you mean!

The disciples of the Sword Gate held their breath, and the high-level leaders of the Sword Gate also held their breath, they sat in their caves one by one, although they used the method of sound insulation, but the sound still rushed in like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Huang Shulang walked out of the cave, at this time, not only did he not have the red light after the previous retreat, but the whole person even had a kind of prostration paleness.

"Master, Sect Master, please come over. The boy who served him trembled a little when he saw the corrupt Huang Shulang.

He knows very well the temperament of his ancestor, and he knows that when his ancestor is angry, everything he says is a bad head.

However, at the sect master's orders, he had no way to resist, so at this time, he could only say to Huang Shulang.

Huang Shulang snorted, took off into the air, and looked at Huang Shulang who was leaving, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking into the main hall of the sect, Huang Shulang saw several senior brothers gathered in the main hall, and when he walked in, he heard an old man with a face like a heavy jujube saying angrily: "Senior brother, this day, when is it a head!"

This sentence suddenly came to Huang Shulang's heart, he really didn't have the heart to live like this again.

It's just that in this matter, there is an incident that he provoked, so he didn't dare to question the senior brother as the sect master like this.

And after the old man with a face like a heavy jujube said this, almost everyone's face was condensed, and even more people looked at the sky.

The old man seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and looked up at the sky, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

Fortunately, the world was silent, and there was no sound, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior brother, be careful when you speak in the future. Huang Shulang had a good relationship with the old man with a face like a heavy jujube, and said to him in a deep voice at this time.

Although his words seemed to be scolding the old man, in fact, they were also protecting him.

The old man with a face like a heavy jujube, being able to become a high-level in the sect, is naturally not a fool, the reason why he was reckless just now was really forced by the singing sound that day by day, and when he heard the reprimand, he hurriedly said: "Little brother obeys." ”

"This time, I summoned you all over, there is only one thing, that is, the day of our annual collection of offerings has arrived, and I hope that you juniors and disciples can go down the mountain and collect offerings from the major subordinate sects. ”

After coughing lightly, Lin Qifan, the head of the Sword Sect, said in a deep voice to Huang Shulang and the others.

After all, the sects on the land dominated by the Sword Gate all rely on the Sword Gate to survive, and they not only have regulations for the Sword Gate to worship, but also carefully receive the messengers who receive the offerings.

Therefore, it is a beautiful difference to collect offerings, and almost every time you have to fight for your head, but this time, no one spoke.

Leave Lijian Mountain to collect offerings, hehe, if you are caught by that Zheng Ming, it is better to say that if you are killed, it is the most wronged.

Lin Weifan had also expected this situation, and he said in a deep voice: "Shizun is dedicated to cultivation, and now for such a small matter, those of us who are disciples are better to share the worries of Shizun." ”

Hearing the words of single-minded cultivation, the corners of Huang Shulang's mouth twitched slightly, in the sect, these disciples naturally would not call their master the Sword Master. Except for some disciples who were too late to get started, calling the Sword Master as Master Ancestor and Master Ancestor, more of them were called by the word Yixin.

The Master of One Heart is the name of the Sword Gate for the Master of the Sword.

If it is said that in normal times, the Venerable Master likes to practice swords, Huang Shulang believes it, but now that his master is dedicated to practicing swords, Huang Shulang will never believe it.

Zheng Ming sings outside day by day, is it strange that the master has the heart to cultivate?

However, under the coercion of Lin Qifan on the grounds of righteousness, these people still claimed several sects.

"Meet the master!" A disciple of the Sword Sect in green clothes came in quickly and saluted respectfully to Lin Qifan.

Lin Weifan frowned, he didn't like it very much when someone came to disturb him when he was discussing things. is not enough for this disciple, but he can also be regarded as his beloved disciple, and in many things, he can distinguish the importance of the matter.

This disciple came over suddenly, and there was definitely something he felt needed to report.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, uncles, just now Dalun Mountain sent someone to send an invitation. As he spoke, the Tsing Yi disciple took out an invitation.

The invitation from Dalun Mountain attracted Lin Qifan's attention at once, and what he wanted to do most now was to send the master of Dalun Mountain away.

"What kind of invitation did Dalun Mountain send to my door?" The old man's face was like a heavy jujube, with a hint of anger in his voice.

The disciple in Tsing Yi glanced at Lin Qifan, and after getting Lin Qifan's permission, he said in a deep voice: "It's an invitation to the Sanctification Ceremony." ”

The sanctification ceremony, as soon as these four words came out, the expressions of the people present suddenly changed. Huang Shulang opened his mouth and wanted to sneer at Zheng Ming, who was holding the celebration, but in the end he didn't say it.

It's not that I'm afraid of being heard by Zheng Ming, but I really want to say that Zheng Ming is a god forbidden, so where should he put his master and the sword master.

Driven away by a god forbidden martial artist, like a lost dog, hiding in his own sect and not daring to show his head?

"Senior disciples, no matter what the Master Yiming says, he is also a sage who was personally sealed by the Great Sage and his old man, and as a member of the Guiyuan Great World, our Sword Sect should give Yiming a face no matter what. ”

"I think we should prepare some expensive gifts so that we can send this One Ming Sage out of the country. ”

Lin Weifan's words were supported by Huang Shulang and everyone else, and in their opinion, it was the best thing to be able to send Zheng Minghuan out of the country.

"When did this sanctification ceremony happen?" When Lin Qifan looked at the disciple in Tsing Yi, he found that the disciple's expression was a little weird.

Crying is not crying!

What are you going to do, my old man hasn't driven the crane to the west yet, what are you going to do? ”

"Master, the place where Dalun Mountain held a sanctification ceremony for Zheng Ming is our Sword Mountain. The man gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

The moment Huang Shulang heard these words, he felt his head buzz for a moment, he pointed at the disciple, and said in a deep voice: "What did you say, tell me again?"

"Uncle Huang, the place where Dalun Mountain held a sanctification ceremony for Zheng Ming is outside our Sword Mountain!"

"It's too much deception!" Although the old man with a face like a heavy jujube had always wanted to calm himself, at this time, he couldn't help but slap his palm on the table.

With the clapping of the old man's palm, the table made of thousand-year-old iron pear wood directly turned into powder, and the old man rose into the air and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

"Senior brother, what are you going to do?" Lin Weifan looked at the old man, and drank reproach in his voice.

"Senior brother, junior brother, I really can't stand it, I'm going to find Zheng Ming, I'm going to fight him to the death!" shouted the old man with a red face, with a roar in his voice.

Lin Weifan said coldly: "Are you fighting to the death? You are going to send me to death, get back for me!"

In the Sword Sect, Lin Qifan rarely makes people anxious, but once he gets angry, all the disciples of the Sword Sect are afraid of him.

Although the red-faced old man was very faceless, at this time, he had to return to the place where he was sitting.

"This matter, wait until I tell the master before I make a decision!" Lin Weifan pondered for a moment and said coldly.