Su Yang had half a piece of osmanthus cake in his mouth, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, the horse was extremely majestic, a head taller than the racing horses on the earth, I am afraid that there are more than a thousand catties, this big man casually stood in place and threw the horse in the air to a foot high, this kung fu sounds like it is not as powerful as moving mountains and seas at every turn in fantasy novels, but seeing it with my own eyes, the shock is too great.

What's more, Su Yang has the impression that these groups of people are not the main ones, they are just other people's subordinates, and the people who really participated in this transaction are their masters, and they have not shown up yet!

"It's not going to be easy." Su Yang looked down at the ordinary green steel sword on his waist, and quickly began to recall the plot of the Immortal Sword in his mind, hoping to find some help from it as much as possible, but unfortunately after so many years, there are not many details that can be remembered.

At this time, on the quiet long street, there was suddenly a middle-aged scribe Shi Shiran with a blue shirt and white socks and a clear face.

He walked all the way, different from the previous waves of people with great fanfare, as if he was lounging, his expression was leisurely, but his eyes were shining.

With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the inn, glanced up, and sighed: "Good horse!" It's a good horse! It's a pity that the master is ruthless and wronged you. ”

The hand he was carrying suddenly raised, and his long sleeves flew up, bringing a gust of wind.

The white horse was frightened, and with another long neigh, he jumped down from the eaves.

The middle-aged scribe held the horse's belly with both hands, gently put the horse on the ground, patted the horse's belly, and said, "Go back and take your master, and say that there is a good friend waiting for him here." ”

The white horse seemed to understand people's intentions, and immediately spread its four hooves and galloped away.

After putting down the white horse, the middle-aged scribe walked to the wall again, pulled out the gold ring on the side of the door casually, and then came to the inn flag, and tapped lightly on the flagpole, and the eight steel knives immediately fell down at the same time.

Seeing this person, Su Yang shook his head secretly in his heart, the golden ring and the steel knife were deeply trapped in the wall and flagpole, and if they were themselves, even if they pulled it hard, they might not be able to shake it even a bit, but this person shook them down with a wave of his hand, but he couldn't see the slightest bit of difficulty on the outside, and it was obvious that the internal strength was extremely deep.

The middle-aged scribe rolled up his long sleeves and rolled the eight knives in his sleeves, he looked at the empty door of the inn, and said in a deep voice: "Where is the flag?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, a thin figure suddenly swept out of the inn, climbing the flagpole like an ape, and in the blink of an eye, the person was already at the head of the pole.

Immediately, a large flag flew out of the clubhead.

On the snow-white flag, the long black dragon embroidered with teeth and claws seems to be flying away from the clouds.

Blue Dragon Club!

The short book of the Immortal Sword, only a hundred thousand words, involves the most mysterious and powerful organization in the ancient dragon book: the Blue Dragon Society.

Seeing this big flag, Su Yang's head is as big as a bucket, it is an organization that even Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue can't completely eradicate, it is said that Qinglong will have twelve halls, corresponding to a year and twelve months, a total of three hundred and sixty-five rudders, dealing with three hundred and sixty-five days of a year, each day represents a rudder code, and the person in charge of each place is a first-class master;

No one knows who the boss of the Blue Dragon Society is. The question about the boss of the Blue Dragon Society was also a focus of argument between himself and the white-bearded old man at that time.

Just when Su Yang felt that his head was starting to hurt, the middle-aged scribe also saw Su Yang.

He stood on the steps of the Fengyun Inn, and carefully looked at the young man who was eating osmanthus cake under the eaves of the corner from beginning to end, and finally his eyes fell on the extremely ordinary green steel sword on Su Yang's waist.

"Little brother's surname Su?" The middle-aged scribe asked with a slight frown, looking a little puzzled.

Su Yang nodded, showed a bright smile, took out a gilded invitation from his arms, shook it towards the middle-aged scribe, and then hugged his fists and said, "It is Su Yang below, who came at the invitation of Mr. Gongsun." ”

"It's rude!" The middle-aged scribe put away the doubts on his face, and also hugged his fists and smiled: "I never thought that Xiao Su Gongzi, who has been in the limelight in recent years, would actually eat osmanthus cake on the side of the road." No wonder not even the Red Hair Gang, the White Horse League, and the Taihang Knife can recognize you. ”

Su Yang smiled: "A guy like me, who is often poor and can't even eat, is always unwilling to waste food when he has food on him." ”

After speaking, he paused, his eyes swept over the marks on the wall and flagpole, and he continued with a faint smile: "What's more, once you enter the gate of the Fengyun Inn, it is unknown whether you can stand up and come out, even if you die, it is always better to be a full ghost." ”

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he stroked his palms and laughed: "Xiao Su Gongzi is really the same as the legend, he is a wonderful person." ”

He was laughing, and suddenly his tone changed, and he continued: "Several other families have sent people to worship the door, since they are here, Xiao Su Gongzi, don't you want to show a few hands?" ”

When Su Yang heard this, he looked unfazed on the surface, but in his heart, he was in turmoil!

If you do make a move, then it will be a big trouble! The leader of the Blue Dragon Society in front of him, if he knew that the "Quick Sword Xiao Su" who had become famous in recent years was just a Xibei goods, I am afraid that he would have killed himself on the spot.

Unexpectedly, even the worship of the door has become the first test of life and death!

I can only gamble! Most of Gu Long's novels give Su Yang the same feeling: martial arts are important, but more important is momentum and confidence!

In the amorous swordsman ruthless sword (note: Xiao Li Flying Knife), when Ah Fei's momentum was in full swing, even Li Xunhuan was unwilling to be an enemy with him, and when he had no fighting spirit, he couldn't even beat a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes.

Su Yang calmly looked at the middle-aged scribe's eyes, a hint of a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and asked lightly, "What?" Mr. Gongsun, is this my kung fu for the school examination? ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then the middle-aged scribe laughed, shook his head and smiled: "The Blue Dragon Society invited you to do business, how can you do it?" I'm just curious, those guys just now, just for the sake of other people's servants, but they dare to show off their might in front of Xiao Su Gongzi, rumors in the rivers and lakes, Xiao Su Gongzi is like a sharp sword, that is, sharp and straight, and he can't rub sand in his eyes, but I don't know why Gongzi didn't punish him? ”

"Other people's domestic servants will not cause trouble for me if they are swaggering on the rivers and lakes, so why should I punish them?"

Su Yang's right hand slowly stroked the green steel sword on his waist, as if caressing his lover's skin, he looked up at the traces of the golden ring flying knife left outside the Fengyun Inn, and sneered: "Besides, these people are not embarrassing me, but the face of the Blue Dragon Society, even the dignified Qinglong Hall Master Mr. Sun Jing is not angry, why am I angry?" ”

The middle-aged man was Gongsun Jing, the owner of the Qinglong Hall, Gongsun Jing nodded, and waved his right hand towards the door of the Fengyun Inn: "Haha, what the son said is good, he is suspicious, since he has arrived at the gate of the Fengyun Inn, if he lets the son blow the wind outside, it seems that our Qinglong Club will not be considerate." ”

As the middle-aged man made a gesture to invite in, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Su Yang's heart:

"The first test of Tong Guò opens the martial arts characteristics of the ancient dragon martial arts world: spiritual power."

Psychic power? What is this?

But fortunately, the first level was finally passed, but Su Yang didn't have time to think about the "spiritual power", so as not to show flaws in front of Gongsun Jing, nodded and smiled: "It's okay!" I waited with Mr. Gongsun for those friends to arrive. ”

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