"Who are you scolding for being a dog?"

Song Zheliu suddenly became angry, and stood tall and glared at those people.

Although he had a good chat with Meng Fan just now, he was not in a good mood.

As soon as he woke up this morning, he found himself sleeping in a stinking pig's nest, and he wanted to return to the female ghost's house to take revenge, but the recruitment began immediately, and he could only recruit here first, and he also knew that he couldn't take revenge, the other party was too powerful.

On the way, I wanted to buy a dress to change into, but I didn't have any money, and I was ridiculed by the woman in the clothing shop.

Now there are people cutting in line, and they say that good dogs don't get in the way.

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

"What about you, what's wrong?"

From the five or six people, a thin man came out, in his early twenties, with a look of anger, and poked Song Zheliu's chest with his finger: "It's dogs that stand in my way!"

After listening to the thin man's words, some of the people in front of the line, not knowing whether they didn't want to cause trouble or not want to be scolded, took the initiative to turn sideways and make a way.

But this made Song Zheliu and Meng Fan even more abrupt.

"This is a recruitment from the Nanwu faction, not your family. Song Zheliu did not move like a mountain, "If you want to cut the line, you can cut the line? Still scolding? You'd better give me an explanation!"

After saying that, Song Zheliu took off the long sword behind his back, and there was a faint fluctuation of cultivation on his body.

"Hahaha!" The thin man ignored the long sword in Song Zheliu's hand and waved his hand to the person next to him, "Give him an explanation, haha, laugh to death!"

"The ancestral hall used for recruitment is our Young Master Yao's family!"

"You will all have to enter the ancestral hall for assessment later, but our Young Master Yao can make you unable to enter with a word!"

"Tell you one more thing!"

As those people spoke, their voices suddenly turned low, and they said to Song Zheliu: "This recruitment, my Young Master Yao is determined, it's just a formality, and you are a waste like you, you can only wait for people to pick up like animals!

Song Zheliu's eyebrows twisted into a pimple.

He understands the truth that a strong dragon can't suppress the head snake.

The hand holding the sword loosened.

But the body still refuses to get out of the way, and there are hundreds of people here, just let some ruffian-like characters mess around? No one stands up to help? Even if you say a word!

What kind of Tao are you cultivating like this?

Song Zheliu couldn't help but look at Meng Fan who was standing next to him.

Meng Fan's expression was indifferent, he turned sideways, and actually gave way!

Song Zheliu was angry in his heart, and almost scolded Meng Fan for being ashamed of the scar on his face, shouldn't he be more fierce if there is a scar on his face? But he didn't understand at all, with Meng Fan's experience and knowledge, he didn't take this little thing in front of him to heart at all, and there was no ripple in his heart, and he even wanted to yawn.

Song Zheliu didn't know that Meng Fan had encountered this kind of thing before.

When he participated in the recruitment of disciples in Huyangguan, Cao Meng cut in line, and Meng Fan made a move.

Later, Cao Meng and Cao Xiong brothers died!

Meng Fan is no longer the fledgling Meng Fan, Meng Fan really yawned and waved his hand to Song Zheliu: "Let's go!"

"Hey!" Song Zheliu sighed fiercely, complaining that Meng Fan was still too timid and afraid, since everyone gave way, what else did he do as a fool, so he reluctantly turned sideways to give way.

"Hehe!" the thin man smiled proudly, but he didn't leave, and looked directly at Song Zheliu Dao, "Are you kid very unconvinced?" I look forward to you being able to pass the recruitment, and when you arrive at the Nanwu faction, the master will make you look good!"

"Okay!" Song Zheliu clenched the sword in his hand tightly.

"Ambition!" The thin man took a step back and raised his hand to point, "His sword, Young Master Ben wants it!"

The people next to the thin man swarmed up.

Song Zheliu Cang pulled out the sword with a sigh: "The sword is like life, who dares to take it!"

Seeing that things were not ending well, Meng Fan frowned, and his body was about to move, when at this time, an old man dressed in a generous manner squeezed over from the front team.

"What's the matter, what's the fuss?"

"Father. The thin man laughed, "I'm going to pass through here, but someone wants to cut me with a sword." ”

After that, he pointed to Song Zheliu.

The old man glanced at Song Zheliu, and could not hide the disdain in his eyes, then turned around and left, and after a while, he came back again, bringing a few disciples of the Nanwu Sect back.

"It's him!" the arrogant old man pointed at Song Zheliu and said.

Those disciples glanced at Song Zheliu and were about to take people.

"Why did you arrest me?" Song Zheliu asked as he clenched his long sword.

"I suspect that you are involved in the murderer of the Golden Lotus Peak's bounty, come with us. Those disciples showed their cultivation in the late stage of the Earth Xuan, "If you dare to resist a little, you will be killed!"

Song Zheliu looked desperate, put away his long sword, and lowered his head.

What a world!

"Well, wait a minute. When those disciples were about to take Song Zheliu away, Meng Fan suddenly stood up with a smile, "Take me away too!"

"Brother Meng, you ......" Song Zheliu was moved, but he didn't expect Meng Fan to stand up at the worst time.

"Huh?" The disciples looked at Meng Fan, and saw that Meng Fan was slightly bent on his back, depressed, and had a shocking scar on his face, and said with some disgust, "It's none of your business, get out of the way!"

"Isn't it my business?" Meng Fan suddenly turned around and slapped his palm in the face of the angry thin man.

Syllable!

A crisp voice sounded!

The thin man spun in a circle, blood gushed from his mouth, rolled his eyes, and was about to fall to the ground, but fortunately he was held up by his accomplices.

"Kill him!" the accomplice rolled up his sleeves and was about to make a move, but was stopped by the arrogant old man.

"Grab it. The arrogant old man had a cold face and said to the disciples, "Arrested in the ancestral hall for trial, this person must also have something to do with the murderer." ”

Those disciples nodded knowingly, and also took Meng Fan away.

"Father......" After the thin man was rescued, his face was swollen and he said vaguely, "What to do with them?"

"They ......," said the bold old man in his son's ear, "they can't live." ”

"Okay!" the thin man wiped the blood from his mouth, but he wiped out two back molars, and said with tears in his eyes, "Well, he knocked my teeth out......"

Those disciples really brought Meng Fan and Song Zheliu to the ancestral hall.

"Brother Meng. On the way to the ancestral hall, Song Zheliu cried and said, "I blamed you just now, I thought you were a ...... Cowardly, I didn't expect you to be so kind, you said why did you bother to stand up for me, let me repay your love, if we can escape this catastrophe, I will invite you to drink!"

"Brother Meng, if we can really escape this catastrophe, I will take you to the Zhengyang Sect to participate in the recruitment, and there will be a recruitment meeting over there in a few days......"

"Brother Meng!" Seeing that the gate of the ancestral hall was getting closer and closer, Song Zheliu's eyes suddenly turned red, "If we are unfortunately killed, shall we be brothers in the next life?

Meng Fan was amused by Song Zheliu all of a sudden: "Okay!"

(End of chapter)