Su Hang laughed dryly, he was not stupid, "No matter what grievances, now that Qinxin Zhenren has passed away, no matter how big the grievances are, he is now appearing in Emei, what does it mean?"

Xue Xuan shook her head and sighed in a low voice, "I knew that Emei shouldn't have come this time." ”

It is said that there was once a sect in Shuxi that injured a disciple of Uncle Feng Zhong, Uncle Feng Zhong single-handedly used a sword, and destroyed that sect, and even a few people who visited relatives in that sect were not spared, this person's methods were really vicious, and he didn't recognize people at all, and Xue Xuan regretted coming here a little.

During the conversation, Mrs. Qingjing had already walked down the stone steps, and looked at Uncle Feng Zhong expressionlessly, "I'm afraid that my predecessors have come to the wrong place, today is the Emei Tea Party, and I have to discuss with everyone and receive them flawlessly." ”

The meaning is very clear, where did you come from, just go back, everyone around was amazed, this is a notorious sword demon in front of him, a super strong existence in the realm of martial arts, Master Qingjing actually dared to talk to him in this tone, I heard it right.

I have long heard that Uncle Feng Zhong of the Sword Demon and Emei Shangdai Sect Qin Xin Zhenren have a grievance entanglement that is not known to outsiders, and it seems that the rumors are true.

"It's okay, since it's a tea party, I've caught up, so naturally I have to have a drink. "Uncle Feng Zhong is a typical and extremely thick-skinned.

took the two young men and walked to a tea table, so that they could not die, it was Sima Yu, just one look, Sima Yu immediately got up and gave up his seat, not even daring to complain.

is so domineering Laipi, Master Qingjing can't help it, after all, the other party's fist is too hard, so he quickly asked his disciples to re-seat Sima Yu.

After Uncle Feng Zhong sat down, the audience was silent, the originally lively atmosphere was gone, everyone buried their heads, and no one opened their mouths.

"Isn't it talking about the Tao, why hasn't anyone spoke?" Seeing that this conference was about to turn yellow, Uncle Feng Zhong suddenly opened his mouth.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was slandered. With such a big devil sitting beside him, who else would dare to speak? They all wished that the assembly would be over quickly, so that they could hurry down the mountain and leave this dangerous place.

The voice fell. No one answered, and in a huge square, only the sound of the mountain wind could be heard.

Qing Jing didn't know Uncle Feng Zhong's intention to come to Jinding, and it was not easy to speak, looking at this situation. This tea party must have ended hastily, and he was about to announce the end of the discussion, however, Uncle Feng Zhong spoke again.

"Why should you be restrained, the old man has not been out for many years, and today I just want to see what outstanding people are in the martial arts in Shuzhong, why don't you introduce the old man to Qingjing?" Uncle Feng Zhong said to Qingjing.

Qingjing frowned, and her face darkened. I don't know how much hatred there is, obviously I don't want to pay attention to him.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and everyone was afraid that Uncle Feng Zhong would suddenly go berserk, if this broke out and hurt people, I am afraid that there would be few survivors on the entire Golden Dome.

"Ahem!"

At this time, I coughed and followed the prestige, but I saw the fat monk Huitong of the King Kong Temple standing up.

Cow, it's still a cow from Kongoji Temple. Dare to come forward at this time, everyone is silent, but this fat monk dares to stand up, and he is worthy of being a high-ranking monk.

In the eyes of the crowd. The fat monk Huitong folded his hands and made a gesture to Uncle Feng Zhong, "Today, since the various factions in Shu are arguing, the poor monk is just an outsider, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time. ”

As he spoke, the fat monk turned to the quiet sky and made a gesture. "Master, there are still important things in the temple, the poor monk has retired first, and he will make an appointment another day!"

I rub!

As soon as the fat monk's words came out, he almost didn't fall to the ground, I thought he would speak up, but he didn't expect to run away, this fat monk, it's really the best home.

Originally, they all looked up with expressions, but after listening to the fat monk's words, they were a little crying and laughing.

Seeing this, other people also got up in their hearts, and they all moved the idea of getting up and saying goodbye, this place is really scary.

"You're from King Kong Temple, right?" Before Jingkong could reply to Huitong, Uncle Feng Zhong opened his mouth first.

The fat monk paused when he wanted to evacuate, and hurriedly made a gesture to Uncle Feng Zhong again, "The little monk King Kong Temple is passing on the gong hall Huitong." ”

"Hui Zi's?" Uncle Feng Zhong paused, "I've just come here and you're leaving, what do you mean?

The fat monk froze for a moment, trembling all over, obviously frightened by Uncle Feng Zhong, and quickly sat back in his position.

When everyone in the audience saw this, they didn't dare to say that they left, so they had to sit honestly, provoking this demon to get angry, and no one could escape the benefits.

"The surname is Feng, what do you want to do?" Jingkong was a little angry, at first he called his senior, but now he is calling him by his name, Emei Tea Party, but an uninvited guest came, and the good atmosphere was disturbed, and the face of the Emei faction was lost, so how could she not be popular.

Uncle Feng Zhong smiled indifferently, "Everyone present today should be the elite of the martial arts in Shuzhong, I don't dare to say a word, I really disappointed Feng, there is Feng here, the discussion has to continue, today, Feng happened to bring two juniors over, why don't you talk about the Tao with martial arts?"

"Huh?"

As soon as Uncle Feng Zhong's words came out, everyone's hearts chuckled, and their faces were miserable and white, sure enough, this is the main thing, in the end, there is still a fight!

"Since it is a martial arts, there should be some color. Uncle Feng Zhong smiled slightly, "Feng has traveled south and north in this life, relying on the Eighteen-Way Tyrant Sword, leaving a lot of prestige and infamy, and the color I gave is the Eighteen-Route Tyrant Sword Technique." ”

As he spoke, Uncle Feng Zhong took out a simple booklet from his arms and gently placed it on the tea table in front of him.

"Sizzle......"

Everyone gasped, this old man actually took out all the housekeeping skills, what did he want to do?

"Let's play a game. Uncle Feng Zhong smiled lightly, took a simple long sword from the hand of a disciple behind him, reached out and touched it, his eyes swept over everyone, "Play a game of drumming and passing the sword, I will beat the drum, as soon as the drum is broken, who will appear in the hand of this sword, and the camp where it is located, he will send a young disciple to fight, if he wins, the eighteenth road tyrant sword swordsmanship, Feng will give it away, but if you lose, please also present the cheats of your faction." ”

"Huh?" opened his mouth wider, and it turned out that this was the idea that the demon was fighting.

He wants to collect the cheats of the various factions in Shuzhong? What is he collecting cheats for?

"How is it, everyone, do you have any objections?" said Uncle Feng Zhong.

His eyes swept around, no one dared to speak, in front of such a big master, did anyone dare to object?

There is opposition, and only Jingkong dares to object, "The surname is Feng, don't go too far." ”

"Little girl in the quiet sky, talking to the elders, it's best to know how to be measured, look at your master's face, I don't care about you, but if you talk more, I have to clean up the door for your master." Uncle Feng Zhong said lightly.

"You ......"

Jingkong had three points of anger on her face, and her fists were clenched tightly, but in the end, she could only endure it, the other party was too powerful, and she didn't dare to risk the entire Emei faction.

"Then let's get started now. ”

The corners of Uncle Feng Zhong's mouth curved a little, his left hand was placed on the table, and he knocked it gently, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand was handed to the fat monk Huitong next to him.

Huitong's face changed greatly, as if he received a hot carbon flower in his hand, and he turned around in a panic and was about to hand it to the next person, however, this time, the seat next to him was empty, and there was no one.

The person sitting next to him was originally Su Hang, and Su Hang was a lonely person, not belonging to any force, and he didn't want to get involved in this matter, so when Uncle Feng Zhong talked about the rules of the game, he slipped away with Xue Xuan, hid at the back, and was a calm bystander.

Uncle Feng Zhong closed his eyes, his fingers knocked on the table, although it seemed to be a slight button, but the sound was extremely loud, everyone present could hear it, as if knocking on everyone's heart, Huitong blushed, adrenaline surged, for fear that the voice would be broken, and hurriedly threw the long sword in his hand.

The place where the long sword fell was really Huang Jianguo, the old man of the Huang family, and Huang Jianguo was also panicked as a result, and hurriedly threw it down. (To be continued.) )