Ah Qiu's wine and food came up, but he knew that it would not be quiet soon, and the beard was obviously ill-intentioned towards the middle-aged man at this table, and he was slowly coming from a distance at this moment.

Ah Qiu picked up the chopsticks and ate with relish, although he hadn't eaten for more than 20 days, although he was not very hungry, but the temptation of delicious food was really not small for him.

The middle-aged female disciple next to her looked at the rustic Ah Qiu eating well, and the apple face looked a little cute with a smile, and said with a smile: "Hey, fatty!" You eat quietly, so we can't talk. ”

The young man opposite her was about thirty years old, with a simple appearance, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Yao Yao, don't interrupt the master's speech." ”

The other young man was about the same age as the honest young man, a little thin and shy, and did not speak much.

The middle-aged man glanced at the woman named Yao Yao reproachfully, smiled kindly at Ah Qiu, and said, "Little brother is okay, feel free, our dishes are also eaten casually, you are welcome." ”

"Uh-huh, thank you!" Ah Qiu wiped a handful of fat from the corner of his mouth, agreed, raised his hand and grabbed a pig's trotter from someone's big bowl, and gnawed on it.

In Wang Penghui's house, Wang Xueying is used to being light, it is difficult to eat meat, he still fills his stomach with a few pots of rice, there are big fish and meat at the moment, and he will inevitably move his index finger, although the taste is not very good, but it can also satisfy his cravings.

Yao Yao covered her mouth and laughed, and when she saw the warning eyes of the middle-aged man, she shrunk her neck and endured the words, but looking at Ah Qiu's eating appearance, she really couldn't help but want to laugh.

At this time, a group of people led by a beard approached the table, and when Yao Yao and the others saw this person, their faces suddenly sank.

"Isn't this the famous Saint Dan Sect Master Yao Chong? Haha" The bearded man stood at the table laughing, teasing the middle-aged man.

Saint-Danmen? Ah Qiu silently sandwiched the dishes, he had never heard of this sect, it turned out that this middle-aged man was actually the master of the sect.

In Dongsen, a sect master who is not able to cultivate the martial arts sect is indeed depressed enough, but Ah Qiu saw that Yao Chong's face was only slightly lonely for a moment before returning to normal, but the young man of the two men and one woman had a red face, hung his head and said nothing, as if he was very aggrieved.

"What is Shen Luo's door master doing!" Yao Chong put down the wine bowl in his hand and said indifferently.

Shen Luo didn't speak, a yellow-skinned middle-aged man next to him stepped forward and propped up on the table with one hand, and waved his other hand disdainfully, "Knowing that the Lord of the Shen Sect is here and still won't give up his seat, do you really think you can practice the Holy Pill?" Roll on! ”

A flush rose on Yao Chong's face, still suppressing his anger, and said, "Master Shen, don't say come first and come later, although my Yao Chong's cultivation is not good, your disciples are too unruly." Could it be that if you talk to the Lord of Sunset Valley Li Xiuzhu Valley, they can also interject! ”

Many martial cultivators around nodded in approval, the confrontation between the two sect masters, and the intervention of the disciples under the sect is a manifestation of uneducatedness, unless the two sides are already dead; Among them, there were also quite a few martial arts cultivators laughing.

Shen Luo's eyes swept around, raised his hand to stop the yellow-faced middle-aged man, and sneered, "Then I want to ask you to give up your seat, is it?" Yao Chong is the master of the gate! ”

Everyone shook their heads and continued to eat and drink, the Shengdanmen had already declined, and even a small force like Shen Luo could step on his feet, which was really a sadness.

In the surrounding discussions, Ah Qiu knew that the Shengdanmen was considered a first-class sect hundreds of years ago, but for some reason, it almost destroyed the sect overnight, and it has been in a state of collapse ever since.

Yao Chong looked at the three disciples who clenched their fists tightly, sighed secretly in his heart, and motioned for the three disciples to get up and leave, when he stood up, he saw Ah Qiu Wu pouring himself a drink, looking very enjoyable, shaking his head slightly, and was about to let him leave, but saw the yellow-faced middle-aged man slap Ah Qiu on the back of the head.

Yao Chong frowned, raised his hand to shake it back two steps, and said angrily: "It has nothing to do with him!" ”

Saying that, he said to Ah Qiu: "Little brother, go quickly!" ”

Shen Luo scratched his beard and grinned: "Yao Chong, no matter how shameless you are, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will destroy your Shengdanmen when he comes back from Luoding Mountain, get out!" ”

Yao Chong clenched his fists in the sighs of everyone, and he and Shen Luo were only half a step apart, but the watershed between the military general and the martial arts sect made him only hold back his anger.

Just as he was about to back down, suddenly a voice came from his head, "Take out the sword and directly behead it!" ”

In confusion, he suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was extremely clear, and the subtle movements within a radius of 100 meters were all under control, and even Shen Luo's true yuan float could be carefully perceived.

Suddenly, he felt a soft and strong True Yuan Qi coming from under the table, which actually flowed into his body through the air, instantly making his True Yuan roll like a river, almost making the meridians slightly painful, he knew that if he didn't break out, it was very likely that the meridians would burst.

Yao Chong knew in the shock that there was a master to help, and he was inexplicably excited in surprise, and he was forced to suppress the excitement and desperately control the incomparably thick true yuan into his right arm, and at the same time looked at Shen Luo, and said: "Shen Luo, why are you crazy like a dog, you shouldn't be called Fengyunmen, you should be called Mad Dog Gate, come and bite me?"

Yao Chong was extremely happy, although he didn't know what would happen next, but it was already his happiest day in recent decades, and there was no one.

The surrounding Wu Xiu was stunned, and the people of Fengyunmen also looked at each other, who is crazy, is this Yao Chong so depressed that he suffers from madness? Facing a martial arts sect and three opponents who were at the peak of the late stage of martial arts, they were unexpectedly unusual, and they went crazy.

Shen Luo came back to his senses and laughed, he didn't even bother to sacrifice the blade, and slapped it at Yao Chong with a volley, he wanted to smash this unknown bird's beak all over the ground like a dead fly, and then torture and kill it in humiliation.

Yao Chong suddenly felt that Zhenyuan was agitating, and a mysterious power poured into his mind, and he couldn't help but roar.

In the spread of a shock wave, Yao Chong's long sword was handed out, and the cold light was shining.

At the same time, Shen Luo and the others suddenly lost their breath, and Zhenyuan's cultivation plummeted in a moment's stagnation.

'——! ’

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Shen Luo's head on the first floor of the Martial Sect flew high, and the palm that was slapped out had already been cut and broken, and smashed heavily into the pig's trotter soup bowl on the table.

"Hiss——!"

The surrounding martial arts cultivators all gasped, the half-step martial arts sect killed the martial arts sect with a sword, this half-step is not so easy to cross, the martial arts cultivators who knew Yao Chong were all chilled in their hearts, it turned out that Yao Chong had endured so deeply.

Yao Chong's three disciples were also stunned, completely unaware of the master in front of them.

“********！” Yao Chong suddenly heard the sound transmission in the surprise intersection, and suddenly woke up, and without waiting for the three generals to retreat three steps in the late stage of the ninth layer, he waved a sword with his majestic true yuan.

'Tsuki, Tsuna! ’

The three generals all covered their throats with their hands, and fell to the ground in a loud voice, smashing a large piece of blood from the gap in their necks.

The last yellow-faced middle-aged man shook his feet in the air, and was still slashed in the air by Yao Chong's three-zhang sword.

Yao Chong felt that the majestic Rolling True Yuan receded, and the perception that clearly captured everything just now also disappeared, leaving only the increase in strength, speed, and defense brought by that roar, which still made him feel the illusion that he could fight with Wu Zong.

Fourth Update!

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