If there was no news beforehand, Liu Zhengfeng would have been taken aback when Stendhal drank it. Maybe he will really stop washing his hands. However, now that Liu Zhengfeng was ready, he turned a deaf ear to the words of the "left leader" and still stretched his hands straight to the golden plate.

"Liu Zhengfeng, how dare you disobey the orders of the leader of the left?" Stendhal shouted very anxiously. When his right hand was suddenly raised, the nails of the Asan Gate flew out and knocked over the gold plate used to wash his hands. However, all of a sudden, I could only hear someone snorting coldly while eating, followed by the sound of "hey~" breaking the wind. A golden marble popped out of thin air, impartial, and collided head-on with the nail of the mulberry gate in midair. Energized by the power of the other side, the two hidden weapons deviated from their original orbits, not knowing where they flew. I couldn't even touch the edge of the gold plate.

The accident was truly unexpected. Seeing that Liu Zhengfeng's hand was less than a few inches away from the golden plate, all the Songshan disciples who broke in through the gate were unable to stop them at any time. Stendhal's temples flared up and he cried out, "Uncle Shi, help!" and the yellow shadow shook even before the voice fell.

A man fell from the sky on the roof, threw himself into the air, and kicked the golden bowl with his right foot. At the same time, he shouted, "Liu Zhengfeng, according to the order of the alliance leader, you are not allowed to wash your hands!" However, before he could use all his strength, he suddenly saw a burly figure standing on the seat next to him. He sank and shouted, "Who dares to attack?" The sleeves of his robe were sharply raised, and suddenly a slender steel spear flashed, falling from the sky and throwing it at the yellow figure.

Within ten paces, incomparably powerful enough to shoot a galloping horse concentrated in this throw. The castration of the steel spear was like a thunderbolt, and its ferocity had reached the extreme! The yellow man was startled at this moment, and hurriedly twisted his waist in the air. He urged the true internal force of the Xuanmen, which was formed through decades of hard work and hard work, to "exhale~" and split out of a palm.

When lightning strikes a stone fire, only a "dang" sound is heard, and the explosion erupts. Stimulated by the force of the palm, the steel spear formed a silver round plate in the howling wind. It flies back and forth in a rapid rotation. It was impartial, just above the door frame of the hall, and its reaction force trembled all the time. However, the man in yellow was hit by a steel spear with tremendous force and was unable to unload his power in mid-air and also drifted backwards. The one that was going to kick over the gold plate was gently brushed on the gold plate, and it was completely futile.

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Zhengfeng put his hand into the gold plate, fished it out in the clear water, and then raised it high to signal to all the guests. A little water ran down his palm, wetting a small piece of his sleeve. Everyone can see it clearly. The ritual of washing hands on a gold plate is over. From then on, Liu Zhengfeng was no longer a martial artist. According to the usual practice, no one can restrain him with the rules of martial arts, let alone trouble him in the rivers and lakes.

The Songshan faction has entered Hengyang. However, they must choose to be present at this last critical moment. The purpose was to stop Liu Zhengfeng in front of all the guests who came to congratulate him, so as to show the prestige of the Songshan faction. I didn't expect Liu Zhengfeng to turn a deaf ear to the "orders of the left leader". He just went his own way. Cheng, who tried to stop it by force but was killed by a bystander, revealed the good news. All kinds of unexpected variables were unexpected by the Matsuyama faction. At this moment, the five Songshan disciples led by Stendhal were all stunned and at a loss.

At the critical moment, Songshan sent people to stop Liu from washing his hands. And not only exports, but at the same time. The change also shocked the nearly 1,000 guests in the hall. I was completely overwhelmed, and no one dared to speak first. At this moment, the hall was silent. It should have sounded like a speech congratulating Liu Zhengfeng, but it was less than half a sentence. The atmosphere is not only embarrassing, but also frustrating and insidious!

The man in yellow who fell from the sky was indeed good at light work. He flew back a few feet and landed safely gently. The crowd watched intently, only to see that the man was in his forties, of medium build, very thin, and had two mustaches on his upper lip. However, he was the younger brother of Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan faction. His name is Fei Bin, and he is nicknamed "Da Songyang Hand". He looked angry and asked the man who had just thrown the gun at him, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with my May Sword Sect? You are tired of life!"

Lin said coldly: "I am a guest of Liu Sanye. I came to see Liu Sanye wash his hands with a gold plate. As a guest, seeing the host family being harassed, I certainly wanted to help. What are you? Hiding on the roof of someone else's house because you want to do something like that?"

After washing his hands on the gold plate, Mi, a disciple of the Liu family, hurriedly handed the master a new towel. wiped the water on his hands and said lightly: "Xiao Tian, this is Brother Fei Bin, nicknamed Da Songyangshou." Phineas is reluctant to do anything to steal rats and dogs. ”

After a while, Liu Zhengfeng said again: "The next time I wash my hands on the golden plate, I have already sent the invitation to all the disciples of the four major sects of Songshan, Taishan, Huashan, and Hengshan. Unfortunately, no one has been to Matsuyama until just now. I think the leaders of the left look down on these little things and don't take them to heart. The disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect rarely get together, but without Songshan it is difficult to avoid the shortcomings of the United States and China. In my heart, I'm sorry too. However, it turned out that the other disciples of the Songshan faction had already arrived. Good, good, good. I don't know what other senior brothers from Songshan are here, in addition to Brother Fei and his nephew Shi. ”

Fei Bin's face was gloomy, and his heart was full of calculations, but in the end, he fell short, but Liu Zhengfeng successfully completed the gold plate cleaning ceremony. After hard work, it seems empty. Isn't there anything for me and others to leave in disgrace? No, absolutely not! There was no turning back at the beginning of the battle. So far, no matter how hard it is, it has to be done.

Now that I have made up my mind, I will not hesitate. Fei Bin turned around and nodded to Stendhal. Stendhal understood, raised the command flag, and began to cry. However, he didn't have time to say it yet. Suddenly, someone in the backroom began to scream, and his voice was extremely high-pitched. A series of weapons attacks followed. "Bang bang ~" turned into noise. But suddenly, only an earth-shattering loud "bang~" was heard, and all the other voices quickly quieted down. Fell silent.

The faces of Stendhal, Fei Bin and the others changed slightly, and Dao An felt uncomfortable in their hearts. Stendhal was a little impatient, and turned and walked into the inner hall to see what was happening. Before his legs and feet could reach theirs, the guests near the back hall suddenly shouted in unison. Then they retreated, opening another way in the already crowded hall.

A series of crisp laughter, like silver bells. Under the frightened gaze of countless people, Ye Yongzhixing swaggered out. But not on foot, but on a mountain - Leonardo, a lion with a golden mane, summoned by a magical statue.

The lion has sudden muscles, a strong body, sharp teeth and claws – and that's okay. What makes people feel even more creepy is a young man in yellow in his bloody mouth. Two rows of dagger-like fangs were stuck deep in the yellow man's waist, and his skin was bleeding. When the lion goes all the way, the blood will keep flowing. The dripping rain and dripping thoughts are shocking.

It so happened that the lion did not bite deeply and did not lead to death. The man it was holding on to looked normal. But because of this, I feel more and more terrible. The whole body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move at all, for fear of angering the lion, and with a strong mouth, he bit his dick in two!

Stendhal's eyes narrowed slightly, and he exclaimed, "Brother Wan, why are you here... Why were you bitten by this beast?" Even if he asked a few words, how could Wan Daping, a disciple of Songshan, dare to speak? Stendhal was very angry, he wanted to vent his anger at Xing, and roared at her, "Little girl, did you raise this beast? Let it go." If you hurt our disciples of Songshan, you will have to pay with your life. ”

I didn't bother to deal with him. He just casually raised his little hand and patted the head of the amazing lion. The lion knew this, and his mouth immediately increased a little strength. Wan Daping, a disciple of Songshan, immediately begged to grab the land like a pig.

In the midst of screams. One by one, a dozen people came out of the inner hall. The first is the wife, followed by the second son Liu Qin, the daughter, and the head is the eight disciples of the Liu family of Xiang Danian. There was another person, but it was Su Ziling! She was holding a Remington shotgun in her hand, obviously very nervous. At the muzzle, wisps of smoke can still be seen. Then, there were a few more Songshan disciples wearing yellow shirts, but they did not come out on their own, but were dragged out by Liu's disciples. Everyone was hurt and moaned incessantly.

Liu Zhengfeng took a deep breath and glanced at Tian Lin gratefully. "Brother Fei, nephew Shi, are these all from Songshan? But I don't know why the people in the hall don't eat good wine but go to the back to eat the wind. It's too hard for yourself, isn't it?"

The previous arrangement was a complete failure. Faibin was angry with his embarrassment, and his face turned pale. He didn't want to talk anymore. However, Stendhal managed to remain calm and not lose confidence. He took a few deep breaths, barely squeezed out a smile, and said, "Uncle Liu, please forgive." My master made a holy decree asking Uncle Liu not to sacrifice his life for the sake of thousands of fellow martial artists. Worried that Uncle Liu would not listen to orders, he made some preparations in advance. Please don't blame me for any offense. ”