"Recognized? Why don't you leave and stay and drink? ”

Hearing Yang San's lazy words, his eyes seemed to be like chasing flies, which made all the guests angry, but because of the prestige of the god of wine, no one dared to come forward.

"Little ghost, see it, this is what I told you, big fists are the last word, no matter how much you talk to them, it's useless, only when you subdue them, they will compete to reason with you."

Yang San turned his head and said to Zhang Wuji earnestly, this Zhang Wuji is good, but he is too kind-hearted, and he has not inherited his mother's ruthlessness at all.

"Oh, I see, but Brother Yang, can you not call me a little ghost?"

Zhang Wuji nodded thoughtfully, but he was very powerless for Yang San to call him a little ghost, since Yang San discovered Zhang Wuji's chatter attributes, he has been calling him a little ghost.

"Okay, little ghost."

When the guests saw that Yang San actually used them as negative teaching materials, they were even more furious.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, don't rely on Zhang Zhenren's prestige to see no one."

An old monk who looked like a Shaolin monk couldn't help but open his mouth to persuade.

Yang San looked at him with interest, "What is the master's name?" ”

"Old Na Kongwen."

Empty news? It seems to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple, yes, it's quite big.

Yang San turned his head to look at Zhang Sanfeng and shouted jokingly.

"Lao Zhang, this master of empty news said that I was holding your thighs and bullying others, what do you think?"

When the guests saw that Yang San was so rude to Zhang Sanfeng, they were in an uproar, you must know that Zhang Sanfeng is the Taishan Beidou of today's martial arts.

Zhang Sanfeng knew that it was not good after the empty master spoke, and sure enough, but at this moment, Zhang Sanfeng naturally did not weaken his own momentum.

"Where, where, with your identity, it is reasonable for Xiaodao to hug your thighs."

"Well, yes, you have a point."

Yang San nodded with satisfaction, gave Zhang Sanfeng an appreciative look, and praised Zhang Sanfeng's eye-catching.

"Hmph, it's still a bacchus, it's not for the dragon slaying knife."

Suddenly, there was a shout from the group of guests, this person is also smart, with a deep internal force to make the voice seem erratic, ordinary people really can't judge who shouted.

It's a pity that Yang San is not an ordinary person, he slapped the wine jug casually, and immediately a drop of fine wine squirted out of it.

"Duh!"

Yang San, who was sincerely pretending to be forced, let out a low snort, and gently patted his palm on the wine droplet.

In an instant, the drop of wine turned into a very thin sword, emitting a multicolored divine light, and it seemed to fly slowly towards the guests.

Not only that, but it also seems to have its own identification and locking function, which bypasses the surprised eyes of the guests one by one and locks onto a richly dressed middle-aged scribe.

The scribe folded his fan lightly, handsome and chic, and the people next to him smiled lightly, his eyes were not on Yang San, and he didn't seem to put the little sword in his eyes.

After a while, the scribe noticed that the atmosphere around him was strange, and the person who was talking and laughing with him next to him also looked at his right side in horror, and couldn't help but turn his head in confusion.

At this glance, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he saw a small crystal sword drawing a graceful arc, bypassing the masters of the other factions one by one, and flying straight towards him.

The people around him dodged in horror, and when the scribe saw this, he suppressed the panic in his heart, and changed his position with the crowd without a trace.

As soon as the scribe moved, the little sword also moved, and the scribe couldn't help but feel anxious, and he found that no matter how he moved, even if he was blocked by others, the little sword would point at him again.

Gradually, the guests also noticed this strange situation.

"Wow!"

In just an instant, the scribe's position vacated a piece of land at least three zhang square.

"Oh my God, the target of this little sword is actually him?"

"Why, could it be that he shouted that sentence just now?"

"It's impossible, the predecessors of the Shenji are famous, how can they do such a slanderous thing."

"I don't think so, the predecessor of the Shenjizi is the head of the Huashan faction."

"Hmph, I don't know my face but I don't know my heart, are there fewer hypocrites on the rivers and lakes?"

……

For a while, all the guests pointed at the scribe and said everything.

Yang San also learned from this that it turned out to be a well-known hypocrite in Yitian, Xian Yutong.

It is said that the hypocrites who have been in charge of the Huashan faction in the past generations are inexhaustible, is it because he has carried them forward?

Xian Yutong stood alone in the open space, not embarrassed for a while, although he was the head of the Huashan faction, but it was obtained by calculation, and his martial arts were not high.

"Master Kongwen, save me."

Kong Wen was originally shocked by Yang San's miraculous technique, but at this time, he heard Xian Yutong asking for help.

He has cooperated with Xian Yu Tongduo in the past, and Xian Yu Tongshen's nickname is not called in vain, and this alone is worth saving.

"Amitabha, the god of wine, is there any misunderstanding in this? The head of Xian is not such a villain. ”

"Little ghost, you see, now that they can't beat me, they're going to come and reason with me."

Seeing Yang San lowering his head and preaching to Zhang Wuji again, he completely took his words as wind in his ears.

Hearing Xian Yutong calling for help again and again, he snorted coldly, jumped forward, and slapped the crystal sword with a fierce palm.

"Bang."

A loud bang rang out, and the palm seemed to be slapped on a boulder.

Kong Wen suddenly let out a cry of pain, covered his palms and retreated.

Everyone looked at it and found that there was a hint of bright red on Kongwen's wrist, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

Master Kongwen's famous stunts are "Mighty Kong Finger" and "Dragon Claw Grabler", all the kung fu is in the hand, but at this time he was injured by an inconspicuous small sword.

"Huh?"

At this time, Xian Yutong screamed and covered his right shoulder, lying on the ground in embarrassment.

It turned out that the palm of Kongwen seemed to inject new impetus into the small sword, and the small sword that had been slapped by Kongwen, with a sharp sword roar, instantly penetrated Xian Yutong's right shoulder.

"Hmph, for the sake of He Datong's face, I will spare you this time, and next time I hear you chewing the root of your tongue, I will chop it up all the roots."

Yang San rubbed Zhang Wuji's dog head, looked at Xian Yutong coldly, and couldn't help but feel that Wang Chongyang was not worthy.

A generation of gods, no one in the future generations can inherit his mantle, and there are always some despicable villains.

Zhao Zhijing was like this back then, Xian Yutong is also now, and Yue Buqun in the future is even more outstanding.

Seeing that Yang San didn't seem to have any intention of making another move, the disciples of the Huashan faction hurriedly stepped forward to help Xian Yutong up.

"Who are you? dared to mention the name of Huashan Patriarch. ”

Xian Yutong covered his shoulders and stared at Yang San resentfully, the penetrating injury on his shoulder seemed to be serious, but in fact it did not hurt his muscles and bones, it was nothing more than cultivation.

"Hehe, is Heda Chase very good? But it's just a greedy person who is afraid of death. ”

For He Datong, Yang San just gave Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji face, and he also had a share in supporting Xiangyang back then.

Why others are fighting to the death in Xiangyang, and Duhe Datong opened a sect in Huashan, it can be imagined.

"Presumptuous, even if you do three things and slander the ancestor again and again, aren't you afraid of causing the entire martial arts to be spurned?"