The sect is newly listed, and it stands to reason that invitations should be sent all over the place to inform the large and small sects in the Nanling area. Earlier, Zhang Jiangshan had sent people to handle it, and there were few omissions.

It's just that on the official opening day, only thirteen low-grade sects rushed to Shenbi Peak to congratulate, and none of the rest of the medium-level sects sent representatives.

The representatives of the thirteen inferior sects who came were nominally "He Xi", but they were all smiling and smiling, their eyes were rolling around, and they looked at the Divine Brush Peak from beginning to end, as if they were surveying the geographical shape, and they had other intentions.

This behavior that was not much concealed fell in the eyes of the disciples of the Zhongnan Sword Sect, and someone had already secretly told Liang Qiufeng that he knew.

After listening, Liang Qiufeng, who had been promoted from the head of Zhongnan Village to the master of Zhongnan Sword Gate, waved his hand and said very angrily: "Follow him." ”

It can be said that the other party's various expressions have long been psychologically prepared.

On this day, the drum music on the Shenbi Peak is noisy, the lights are colorful, and it is lively.

When the tedious welcome affairs are over, it is finally time for the banquet to open, and there is no mention of eating and drinking.

Zhang Jiangshan quietly pulled Liang Qiufeng into the back room, pointed to some gift boxes that had been opened on the ground, and was filled with righteous indignation: "Qiu Feng, look at what these guys are giving away!"

Those gift boxes, the packaging was opened, revealing the contents of the contents, one by one, large or small, but without exception, they were all broken copper and iron, and even a few stones, a few yellowing stinky grasses.

Thirteen inferior sects, thirteen gifts, combined, are estimated to be worth less than ten catties of spiritual rice.

Obviously, the other party must have been connected in private and deliberately, to disgust the South Sword Gate.

"Too much deception!"

The fat man was eager to rush out at once, and drive down the hill all the hateful fellows who were feasting openly in the hall. But calmness has finally prevailed, and perhaps people are waiting for the master to go berserk, and then they can take the lead.

Liang Qiufeng's expression was indifferent: "It's okay, let's go out first, this face will definitely be taken back." ”

Zhang Jiangshan understood the meaning of his words, smiled knowingly, and never doubted.

The two walked out and continued to entertain customers.

Seeing this, the representatives of the thirteen inferior sects couldn't help but exchange glances with each other, but they didn't expect that this Sword Sect master was so young that he could bear it when he was ridden on his head and and urinated, and it seemed that he had to implement the second step plan in order to achieve the set goal.

After a feast with ghosts, it is tea time and the meat is staged.

"In the Lower Song Dynasty, he is a true disciple of Zhushan Gate, and his family teacher is Yang Beitian, the master of Zhushan Gate, ......"

A sword-eyed young man suddenly stood up, clasped his fists and said to Liang Qiufeng: "Beiye is twenty years old this year, similar to the Lord of the Liang Sect, fortunately advanced to the Qidao two years ago, and now it is the third stage of the Qidao. Some time ago, I heard that the master of Liangmen was in the limelight at the tea party in the three passes, and he was like a bamboo. Don't be a good student, so I have a reluctant request, I want to have a discussion with the master of the Liang Gate, I don't know if it's okay?"

This guy is a big chase, and he is here to pick a scene.

As a true disciple of the sect, he came to challenge Liang Qiufeng, which was incompatible with etiquette. But the comparison of age and cultivation is presented, as if it is talking about competition between peers. Among them, he deliberately broke through the three-level tea party to talk about things, and buttoned Liang Qiufeng with a big hat, just to make the other party difficult to shirk and come to fight.

As we all know, the three-level tea party is a literary fight, and there are many rules and regulations, which are very uncontrollable, and it is not enough to reflect the full combat effectiveness of individuals.

Therefore, although Liang Qiufeng passed three levels in a row and defeated three martial artists of the third stage of the qi path with the cultivation of the first stage of the qi path, it was not enough to convince the public. It's just that the three sect representatives who were selected to be responsible for guarding the customs were embarrassed to come back to the field today, so they let Song Beiye take the lead.

Song Beiye is a disciple of the head of the Zhushan Sect, with outstanding talents, and enjoys a good reputation in the Nanling generation, and has long been regarded as the successor of the next generation of Zhushan Sect masters, and he uses a sword, so it is most appropriate for him to challenge Liang Qiufeng. If he wins in one fell swoop, today's final southern sword gatekeeper will fall to the ground and will not be able to pick it up again.

Isn't it?

The master of the dignified sect can't even beat the disciples of other sects, so what kind of face do you have?

The subtext of the second thing is: You are just a desert escape, you may be considered a genius in the desert continent, but when you come to the land of Shenzhou, you are not a fart in the face of a real genius in the local area......

As for Song Beiye's loss, it is impossible.

Song Beiye himself is also full of self-confidence, and he is about to use the merits of the First World War to make a name for himself and increase his prestige.

The faces of the people in Zhongnan Jianmen present changed and they were very ugly: the guests came to the door and challenged the host's house, which was simply aggressive, bullying the new Jianmen and lacking the foundation.

Zuo Ming Huo Ran got up and said, "Song Gongzi, today is a big day for my sword gate to be listed, it's not appropriate to use a knife or a gun." ”

Song Beiye smiled loudly: "Why not? Draw your sword and dance, you can help Yaxing." Of course, if the master of the Liang Sect holds his own identity and looks down on him, or is afraid of losing his face, Song will not be reluctant. ”

Agitate the method, and directly shake your face.

Zuo Ming said angrily: "Since this is the case, then I will come to learn your Excellency's high moves." ”

Song Beiye glanced at him: "Okay, since the master of the Liang Sect is reluctant to end, then this son will play with you a few hands first and warm up." ”

Zuo Ming was furious, he was also a cultivator of the third stage of the qi path, and he was tied with Song Beiye, why did the other party look down on people so much?

He stepped forward and stopped Liang Qiufeng for a while, also with the attitude of trying the depth.

Besides, if a cat or a dog jumps out casually and comes to challenge Liang Qiufeng, then how can you get it? Someone must come out to show the rules.

The banquet hall was not suitable for use, and the two went out to the square outside.

When the news spread, many disciples of the Sword Sect came over to watch and cheer for Elder Zuo Ming - the Sword Gate was established, and Zuo Ming, Jiang Biaoquan, Wang Nanheng, Gu Chengyang, and Zhang Jiangshan all became elders. And Wu Shan, Zhang Jinxiu and other veterans sat in the position of "protector of the law".

This battle is a matter of importance, and there is no room for loss, Zuo Ming took a breath and appeared with a sword.

On the other side, Song Beiye was calm and light, but he didn't take the other party seriously.

"Please!"

There is no superfluous nonsense, the two sides fight.

At the beginning of the fierce battle, Zuo Ming, with his cultivation and actual combat experience, was able to fight with Song Beiye inseparably. But anyone with a discerning eye on the sidelines could see that Song Beiye only used six or seven points of effort, and he seemed to be at ease.

Sure enough, after about ten moves, Song Beiye sneered: "The third stage of the Qi Dao of the Wasteland is not enough. ”

The sword is in vain, and its power has increased greatly, stabbing out countless sword shadows, virtual and real, like a huge net.

Zuo Ming was taken aback, and suddenly realized that the gap in the combat power of the two sides was far from being able to be leveled by cultivating equally. He was born from the grassroots, and he barely managed to reach the third stage of the qi path after years of hard work; he is a true disciple, and countless resources are inclined to cultivate, and he has become a young man, and his sharpness is incomparable.

The gap is difficult to make up.

The sword was like a rainbow, and it was difficult to resist, so I had to retreat all the way.

Sonor!

The agitated impact roared, Zuo Ming flew upside down, and the sword was defeated.

Song Beiye felt comfortable in his heart, and said with a smile: "Master Liang, I don't know how many swordsmanship Song Mou has, can you get into the eye?"

glanced at his eyes, with a provocative meaning, thinking that blocking the cannon hole had failed, and you, the master, still came down obediently to be humiliated?

Many eyes immediately fell on Liang Qiufeng.

As noisy guests, their eyes were full of mockery and ridicule, which seemed to say: In Nanling, it is not so easy to establish a sect......

For many disciples of the Sword Gate, they are full of hope, hoping that Liang Qiufeng will be able to turn the tide, knock down the other party's fierce flames, and save the face of the Sword Gate. From the village to the Jianmen, Liang Qiufeng's expression does not need to be said, in the minds of many people, especially in the hearts of the teenagers, he has long been deified to a certain point, and he always feels: As long as Liang Qiufeng is there, he will not fail.

Liang Qiufeng remained silent and said, "The swordsmanship is good, it should be rewarded!"

Immediately took out an object and threw it at the feet of Song Beiye, Huang Cancan's was actually a gold ingot, it was hard to imagine what he was doing with this piece of vulgar things.

Seeing this, it immediately caused a burst of laughter, and the young people of the Sword Gate couldn't help laughing, feeling that their young master was really cute.

Song Beiye's face was pale: "Liang Qiufeng, you dare to bully me?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Liang Qiufeng's mouth: "Hmph, the noisy guests are all bullied, and they can't allow the master to have a temper?"

Song Beiye gritted his teeth: "I won't have a war of words with you, just ask, do you dare to fight with Song." ”

Liang Qiufeng's eyes narrowed: "The sword comparison is not colorful, it is boring." ”

"What do you mean?"

Song Beiye questioned.

"10,000 catties of spiritual rice, do you dare?"

This time, it was Liang Qiufeng's turn to stand up and be aggressive......)