It's a loss!

This tea party, it's not a martial arts conference, there is no competition at all, all sects, factions and families, almost none of them brought the strongest disciples, a group of crooked melons and cracked dates, isn't it looking for abuse?

On the contrary, the two juniors brought by Uncle Feng Zhong, whether it is in the realm or in swordsmanship, they can definitely be regarded as the leaders of the younger generation, only a disciple of the Nine Rank Martial Arts Realm sent by Emei fought with Wen Chong for hundreds of rounds, but in the end he was defeated.

The martial arts of all factions were almost all swept away by Uncle Feng Zhong, and under his command, only Wen Chong was the only one who went to battle, and he singled out all the factions in Shuzhong, which was simply arrogant.

"Let's go on!"

Uncle Feng Zhong looked unsatisfied, and threw the sword in his hand out again, and the others were afraid of it like a tiger, and they didn't dare to complain, so they had to continue to play.

This time, the drum fell, and the long sword appeared in the hand of Master Qingjing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, this feeling was so uncomfortable, so depressed that they just wanted to cry, they just wanted the Emei faction to quickly lose the other half of the Ape Gong Swordsmanship, so that this damn game could end quickly and leave this dangerous place quickly.

Master Qingjing held the sword in one hand, her face was so gloomy, this sword entered her hand, she didn't want to pass it on at all, "Uncle Feng Zhong, you deceive people too much. ”

"Hmm?" Uncle Feng Zhong raised his eyes, and a cold light flashed between his eyebrows.

Qing Jing Teng got up and glared angrily at Uncle Feng Zhong, "If you want to fight, you will come to fight with me, why do you want to humiliate your colleagues again and again in this way?"

"You?" Uncle Feng Zhong glanced at Qing Jing contemptuously, "Qing Jing, even if it is your master, I can't pass a hundred moves in my hands back then, you, one move is enough!"

"You ......" Qingjing was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"Now, the sword is in your hands, and according to the agreement, either send a disciple out to fight. Or directly offer the other half of the ape male swordsmanship. Uncle Feng Zhong glanced coldly, "Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the old feelings." ”

"What do you want to do with so many cheats?" asked Qing Jing with a suppressed anger, this old man's behavior was really abnormal.

"You don't care about this. Uncle Feng Zhong chuckled. replied coldly to Qingjing's words.

Qingjing was on fire for a while, so angry that he almost vomited blood. The figure staggered back two steps, almost not falling to the ground.

At this time, a pale yellow figure jumped out and supported Qingjing.

On the side, Huang Jianguoren, who looked like he had been stabbed through the back door, his face was wrinkled into a sand-skin, and he really didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"You are disrespectful to the elderly, and you are a bully. What kind of hero?" Huang Qimeng glared angrily at Uncle Feng Zhong, his small appearance was like an angry little hen.

Everyone present shrank their necks, this little girl is playing lanterns in the toilet, looking for Xiang!

What a beautiful little girl, why is she so stupid? Or is she not afraid of death at all, and this is the end of it?

Uncle Feng Zhong raised his head and dreamed. also looked a little surprised, "Are all the girls of your Emei faction so short-tempered? Little girl, what's your name?"

"Huang Qimeng!" Huang Qimeng leaned up on his arrogant neck and looked down at Uncle Feng Zhong with his lower eyelids.

It is rare to meet such a young junior who dares to speak to her in such a tone. Uncle Feng Zhong smiled and looked at Huang Qimeng meaningfully, "Do you want to stand up for your ancestor?"

The age of the dream should be a quiet grandchild!

The sharp eyes made Huang Qimeng can't help but want to retreat, but with Qingjing beside her, she still held on. Holding his head up stubbornly, "What's the matter? Do you think that among the young people present, none of them can be the opponent of your two disciples? You are too small in the martial arts world." ”

When Uncle Feng Zhong heard this, he couldn't help but be happy, "Little girl, her tone is not small, Chong'er, accompany this girl through two moves." ”

A little girl with three grades of martial arts, can actually say such a thing, the people around her are crying and laughing, I don't know whether to call her stupid or that her newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but no matter what, this little girl's courage is much stronger than everyone present.

"Qimeng, don't mess around, step down. Master Qingjing commanded in a deep voice.

However, before Huang Qimeng could answer, when he heard Uncle Feng Zhong's words, Wen Chong had already walked over with his sword in his hand, and arched his hand at Huang Qimeng with a cold attitude, "Girl, please advise." ”

Is it worth fighting a battle for a martial artist with nine grades and a talented martial artist with three grades? There will be no suspense at all.

Qing Jing was about to open her mouth to refuse, but Huang Qimeng blushed and spoke, "You are a big man, you are a weak woman, you are really ashamed." ”

"Didn't you stand up and challenge yourself, girl?" Wen Chong listened, his face full of black lines.

"Just because I'm standing up doesn't mean I'm going to challenge you. Huang Qimeng held her face.

"Just now, you said it yourself, girl, is it possible to go back on your word?" Wen Chong was convinced, and said that women were unreasonable, and now he is a real teacher, and what he just said was denied in a blink of an eye.

To tell the truth, Huang Qimeng is really a little scared, she herself is a hot temper, just now she was also enthusiastic about her head, before she said those words, just now the Emei disciples did not play, the one who played was still the leader in the third generation, and she still lost the battle, she can only be regarded as relying on the middle in the third generation of Emei, and she is fighting against Wen Chong, she is completely looking for abuse.

"I can't beat you. After holding it for a long time, Huang Qimeng finally held back a sentence.

Even Wen Chong, who was cold, couldn't hold back a playful smile on his face after hearing this, thinking that this girl also had a lot of backbone, but he didn't want to admit defeat automatically.

"Those who know the times are handsome, admit defeat well, and save embarrassment in fighting. Uncle Feng Zhong smiled, raised his eyes quietly, a look, the meaning is very clear, since your disciple has admitted defeat, the other half of the Ape Gong Sword Technique, should be handed over, right?

"Although I can't beat him, it doesn't mean that no one can't beat him, Shuzhong Martial Arts Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, not to mention far away, even everyone present, I can pick one out at random, and I can beat your two disciples to the bottom of the ball. Before Qingjing could speak, Huang Qimeng began to speak again.

It's really a big deal, everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly, there are indeed a lot of capable young people present, but they are all veteran martial arts masters, among the young generation, who else can match?

If anyone really could beat these two young people, would they have to lose so badly?

Uncle Feng Zhong glanced at it, and everyone's eyes avoided.

Zai Qimeng, "Okay, little girl, you can pick one." ”

This was really domineering, and he completely gave everyone present, and he didn't believe that these crooked melons and cracked dates on the top of the golden top could be the opponents of his two apprentices.

These two disciples, often accompanied by Uncle Feng Zhong, have been cultivated by Uncle Feng Zhong himself, and have the true inheritance of Uncle Feng Zhong, not to mention Shuzhong, even if they are placed in the whole of China, they are definitely top-notch, and at this point, Uncle Feng Zhong has absolute confidence.

How can the disciples cultivated by the masters of the Martial Sect be comparable to the elites of ordinary sects?

Huang Qimeng looked around like a duck on the shelf, everyone present shrunk their necks, and Huang Qimeng avoided it wherever he looked, just like a teacher in a primary school class asking a question, for fear of being named.

"Him!"

Suddenly, Huang Qimeng stretched out his hand and pointed to the corner of the square, and finally showed a smile on his tense face.

Everyone followed the direction of Huang Qimeng's finger and saw that on a seat at the back of the square, a young man was dozing off with his head with one hand.

That's right, he's dozing off, and he can still sleep at such a tense moment?

One by one, Xue Xuan, who was sitting next to Su Hang, hurriedly pushed his shoulder, this push didn't matter, almost didn't let Su Hang's chin hit the table.

woke up suddenly, Su Hang was a little inexplicable, but when he saw Xue Xuan's face was embarrassed, he pointed ahead, turned his face, and his eyes were like wolves and tigers.

"Uh......" Su Hang froze, "What are you doing?"

Xue Xuan hurriedly gave Su Hang a brief explanation, and suddenly, Su Hang wanted to scold his mother, he was already low-key enough to shrink to the corner to sleep, and he could still find himself, this Huang Qimeng really played to death and didn't pay for his life. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. )