In the hearts of the people in Tianshan, they originally looked down on Fu Mo a little.

They are all still young people, accustomed to seeing chic and sharp swordsmen, and have seen many heroic and uninhibited heroes in the rivers and lakes, and the old man who has three points of cringe is naturally not very eye-catching, not contemptuous, but he has never regarded him as an elder worthy of respect, but at this time, the words of the old man made them feel terrified.

At first, I didn't think about it, but after thinking about it for a while, I felt an unspeakable horror, and the fear was irrepressibly fermenting and growing in my heart, and the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became.

For this sloppy old man, he no longer dares to underestimate it.

Bai Wei's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, and at this time he knew that he had underestimated the real person.

This little episode passed quickly, and the atmosphere of the birthday banquet was generally very harmonious, and many rules were abandoned, which was very relaxed.

Qing Feng used the wine brewed from the sword spring, clear and cold, and when it entered the throat, it was as sharp as the sword in the hand of the swordsman, everyone on this table had it, even Tuoba Yue liked it very much, and drank a few cups in a row, and his posture was not inferior to that of a man, sweeping away the fatigue caused by several days of penance and internal strength, and his face gradually soared.

Only Wang Anfeng didn't touch it because of the teachings of the masters, but only put it in his hand casually, and his attention was on the dishes on the table.

This meal was not made by an ordinary chef.

It was a quite powerful martial artist, although it was limited to his own talent, he couldn't jump over the middle and third grade dragon gate, but he didn't care, when he was fighting a sword, he met by chance among the sons, the heir of the Ding lineage, and learned the ability to use martial arts to cook.

Using internal force to urge the fire to cook, the taste is indeed more delicious and more flavorful.

Maybe it can be mutually beneficial to the second master's teaching.

Wang Anfeng made an evaluation in his heart.

Fu Mo on the side may have choked on eating, and suddenly began to cough, Baili Feng got up helplessly, slapped his palm on the old man's back to give him relief, and picked up the wine jug with his left hand, but found that it was already empty, and couldn't help but ask for help and look at everyone.

Seeing this, Wang Anfeng said: "I still have ...... here" while saying, he reached out to take the wine cup next to him, the kung fu in his hand was not bad, the wine cup was picked up, and the wine in it did not sway in the slightest, as if on the flat ground, when it was about to reach Baili Feng, the expressions of the two of them were slightly condensed.

Ripples ripple silently on the surface of the clear liquor, circle by circle, emerging from the center with great stability.

Suddenly, there was a crunching sound, and the cup shattered into several pieces in the hands of the two men.

The finest Qingfeng brew is sprinkled on the ground, and the mellow and clear aroma of the wine spreads here.

Like the first piano note that fell during the performance, starting from the door of the room, the wine cups on the table began to shatter one by one, Wang Anfeng's right hand suddenly raised, holding on to the hilt of the wooden sword behind him, but he felt an indescribable feeling of nausea emerging from the bottom of his heart, his brain was dizzy, as if he had lost the strength to control his body, his legs were weak, and he sat back in his seat.

What kind of means is this?!

Wang Anfeng bit his teeth on his lips and bit out blood.

But the stinging does not resist the body's instinctive reaction.

A frustrated mood suddenly appeared in the young man's heart, mixed with nausea and faint pain, so that his heart actually rose to the idea of being bored, it is better to commit suicide, at this time, there was a sudden light sound in his ears, as if an invisible force swept through, the misanthropy in his heart and the discomfort of the body disappeared together, and then what emerged was unspeakable horror.

The wine is free, and the fingers are lowered from the wine cup.

The cup of wine was extinguished and poured down.

At the same time, outside this hall, on the martial arts arena, a series of explosions suddenly came from the air, the hard stone bricks on the ground shattered, and the air turned into a white wave of air, which spread to the outside, and the momentum became more and more violent, until hundreds of meters away, but it stopped abruptly.

The white qi wave suddenly began to surge, and then suddenly separated to the sides, and a huge black shadow was rushing towards the place of this hall, making a very dull and heavy sound of breaking the air, with Wang Anfeng's strong eyesight, he couldn't even catch its trajectory, and suddenly jumped out of the wine banquet in white, it was Gong Yu.

His clothes were flying, his eyebrows were cold, but his eyes were full of anger.

The right hand was held on the hilt of the sword, and the sword was drawn out of the sheath, and two long sword qi slashed out, scorching June, the temperature plummeted in an instant, and the two sword qi slashed on the attacking black shadow, and the energy on it was unloaded, and the black shadow showed its original appearance in the air.

It is about two meters long, one person wide, dark and dull, and gloomy, which is a good coffin.

Gong Yu's eyebrows became colder, his right hand clasped the sword behind him, and his left hand carried the Taiyin decisive and swung it forward, the air in front of him condensed in an instant, and there was a faint sound of Luan and phoenix chirping, and the black coffin paused in the air, and then it was wrapped in extremely strong energy, and burst out in the direction where it came, discharging layers of air, and its power was not inferior to the siege crossbow.

Directly slammed the air wave in front of him into the ground and shattered it.

A white palm stretched out and pressed it just right in front of the black coffin, and there seemed to be a muffled snort, the man stepped back again and again, and with a flip of his wrist, the black coffin spun violently, and then it was turned to the front, and slammed on the ground, and the remaining strength on it was pulled into the ground, bursting out of hideous cracks.

A drop of blood fell and dripped onto the black coffin, making the color even more dim.

Gong Yu frowned, floated out, stood on the ground with a sword, and drank coldly:

"Where's Xiaoxiao?!"

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked out slowly, but he was a scholar in his forties.

The eyebrows are clear, the temples are slightly white, the black hair is only tied up with a blue cloth, the corners of the mouth are calmly chuckled, and with a jade flute in his right hand, he bowed forward, and said:

"The last generation, the cheap name is not enough to worry about."

Gong Yu's expression became colder when he heard this, and he was about to make a move, but he heard a thunderbolt in the inner room, and a black shadow burst out, and appeared in front of the man almost instantly, but he didn't attack, but just pointed on the side in front of him, and the ground cracked, and the lines just formed a line, separating the man from Gong Yu.

The strength control it showed was shocking, and the black shadow was just a bamboo chopstick, which was inserted into the ground at this time, trembling slightly, without the slightest breakage, which made the man stunned, and the wine came out from the inside, looking at the middle-aged man who was stunned at first, and then calmed down, there was such a look in his eyes, and he said angrily:

"He Yuxuan!"

He Yuxuan saluted calmly and said:

"I've seen my seniors."

Jiu Zizi looked at the middle-aged man, and his chest was complicated for a while.

He has been walking the world for decades, and he has also met a descendant who likes Wang Anfeng quite a lot, and the man in front of him is one of them, when he first met Wang Anfeng, he is the same age as Wang Anfeng now, and his heart is also similar, when he said goodbye a few years ago, he has already married a family, and lives in seclusion with his wife and children, why is he here? !

And do these things!

He Yuxuan looked at the wine with a face full of surprise and anger, and seemed to know what the old man was thinking.

Narrowed his eyebrows, was silent, and said softly:

"Seniors, rivers and lakes, are not so easy to retreat......"

"It's a pity that I didn't quite understand it at the time."

Jiu Zizai's heart shook when he heard the words, but he saw that the former young man in front of him pulled out a long knife with a sheath behind him, and plunged it into the ground, the jade flute in his hand had been put back, and one hand was on the handle of the knife, and he vomited slightly, and the knife came out of its sheath, rotated around, and fell into He Yuxuan's hands.

The blade is three feet long, flowing with blood-like light, which is extraordinary.

The man clasped his fists and bowed, his eyebrows lowered, and he said loudly:

"Junior, He Yuxuan, I heard that Qingfeng Xie Murong's predecessor had a birthday."

The voice was slight, the man's back was straight inch by inch, and there was a strong aura like a latent dragon, roaring from his body, the long knife in his hand was full of blood, and in the blink of an eye, the black hair turned white, but the momentum had been rising, breaking into the realm of the upper three grades.

"Birthday greetings, toast."

"Take your life!"

The long knife in the palm of his hand trembled, and there was a loud roaring sound, rising into the sky.

PS: Chapter 1

Thank you Yu Qingyan for your reward.