Wen Jingshan stood there, his face was blue and white for a while, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, he stared at Gu Qingfeng, just staring, his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

Gu Qingfeng was silent.

After saying only two words at the beginning, he never spoke again, just sat there and drank to himself.

Wen Jingshan closed his eyes, secretly took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the anger and murderous intent in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and with a snap, he opened the folding fan, looked at Gu Qingfeng, smiled, and then turned to leave.

"Hey, Master Wen, your Blue Frost Qingling Wine ......"

Ouyang Feiyue shouted, Wen Jingshan didn't turn around, didn't even stop, and responded: "What I gave to the dead, I, Wen Jingshan, will never take it back." ”

"Hehe......"

Ouyang Feiyue didn't expect him to say this, she couldn't help laughing, and then honestly put the bottle of Blue Frost Qingling Wine in her hand on the table, she knew that this bottle of wine was reserved for the dead, it must be.

Seeing that Gu Qingfeng was silent, Ouyang Feiyue got up and poured a glass from the wine jar of the thousand-year-old ice and fire cellar, handed it over, and asked with a smile: "Master, why don't you speak." ”

"You're done with everything you need to say. Gu Qingfeng took a sip of wine, looked at her, and said, "What else do I say?" ”

"Gongzi is really good at laughing, I saw that Wen Jingshan didn't know how to disturb you, so I deliberately damaged him. ”

"yes......"

Gu Qingfeng replied lightly, and then there was no follow-up.

At this moment, there was a riot in the venue for some unknown reason.

Ouyang Feiyue looked over, only to see a person of four or five people running in covered in blood, these people are all deacons of the Yunxia faction, they have been receiving guests at the door, how can they be covered in blood, who dares to do it at the door of the Yunxia faction at this time, don't you want to live?

A scream came, and then a man flew sideways and landed on the ground, already a blur of flesh and blood, half-dead.

This is Guangkun Zhenren, the Nine Hall Elders of the Yunxia Sect, Jin Dan Cultivation.

How......

Who is so bold!

Just when everyone was suspicious, a cold and arrogant shout came from outside.

"A bunch of garbage is trying to stop me, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Sou!

A figure flickered, it was a cold and arrogant man dressed in green, he came from the void, his body glowed with dazzling brilliance, holding a long sword with a faint green sword, the body of the sword was covered with frost.

Everyone in the venue knew this man, who was a disciple of the Nine Halls of the Naiyunxia Sect, Mo Long.

It is a color foundation to build, a color real body, a color purple mansion is opened, not only has a three-color nature protection, but also the swordsmanship is also extremely outstanding, especially the frost sword in the hand, it is the best of the best, the power is extremely terrifying, with this sword, Molong has killed two Jindan real people, the strength is terrifying.

"What are you doing!"

Jinde learned that Wen Jingshan had lost face with Gu Qingfeng and was persuading, but he didn't expect that he had just left for a while, and this ink dragon would actually kill him.

"Fanatic, this is the Yunxia Sect, how can you be presumptuous! Get out of here!"

Jinde shouted angrily and performed the lion's roar.

After all, Jinde is Jinde, and he has been practicing for seven or eight hundred years, although it is a pill that is taken out of the pill, but it is also very profound, such a lion's roar is exerted, and the surging sound and prestige erupt, especially huge, like a wild lion's roar, deafening.

"Kind!!!, you old dog!"

In the face of Jinde's lion roar, he was not afraid at all, stepping on the void, his face was full of arrogance, and he said disdainfully: "Don't say that your golden pill is a pseudo-golden pill that you snorted, even if you cultivate the real golden pill, what can you do with me!"

Mo Long is crazy.

Everyone knows that he even dares to fight his master Shui De, how can he take Jin De in his eyes.

"Molong, get out of here!"

Although Jinde's lion roar skill failed to help Molong, he was not afraid.

"Jinde, what kind of thing are you old dog, and you dare to bark at me?"

The colorful figure of the ink dragon suddenly disappeared, and when it appeared, it instantly appeared opposite Jinde, only to see that he was holding the Frost Sword, and wanted to kill Jinde on the spot.

Instantly!

A person appeared out of thin air, and with only a white jade folding fan, he blocked the Frost Sword of the ink dragon.

Dressed in green clothes and holding a white jade fan, it is Wenjingshan.

The reason why Jinde was not afraid was precisely because he knew that his disciple Wen Jingshan would make a move.

"Wen!Jing!Mountain!You!Find!Die!"

Mo Long's eyes were furious, and he frantically used the spiritual power in his body, and the power of nature around him burned like flames.

The enemy was very red when he saw him.

Wen Jingshan and Mo Long are not enemies, but they are more enemies than enemies, as the so-called one mountain does not allow two tigers, before Wen Jingshan did not worship the Yunxia faction, Mo Long has always been the first person in the Yunxia faction, but when Wen Jingshan came, he has been pressing him, and later he set up a golden color real body, which completely made Mo Long out of reach.

"Mo Long, I said that you are not my opponent, not before, not now, and you will not be my opponent in the future. ”

Whoosh!

Wen Jingshan smiled slightly, and the three-color nature guardian around him condensed out, the difference was that there was an extra layer of gold in his three-colored, only to see the white jade fan in his hand suddenly opened, the golden brilliance flashed, and with a bang, Mo Long couldn't stop retreating.

"Although you are a three-colored, but only an ordinary three-colored, nature contains the spirit of nine colors, you are just the most ordinary and lowest level of the one-color spirit, how can you compete with my golden color!"

Wen Jingshan was behind him with one hand, fanning the white jade fan with the other, and a light smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't put Molong in his eyes at all.

"Do you really think I can't help your Jincai real body?"

Mo Long was arrogant and ruthless, at this moment his face was full of coldness, and his eyes were also shining with excitement, as if he was not afraid of Wen Jingshan's Jin Cai real body, but when he wanted to destroy his spiritual power, a flat voice came from behind him.

"Molong, stand down. ”

It was a very flat voice, there was no reprimand, and there was no deterrence, but when Mo Long heard this, he immediately withdrew his three-color nature guard, stared at Wen Jingshan, and sneered: "Wen Jingshan, I will definitely let you see how I killed your Jin Cai real body later!"

"Oh?"

Wen Jingshan sighed lightly, he knew that there had always been a master behind Molong to point out, and he also knew clearly who that master was, and looked up at the past, at this moment, from the door of the Yunxia faction, a group of seven people were walking towards this side.

The leader is a handsome and dusty man, dressed in a yellow robe, his handsome face seems to be like a crown of jade, his expression is calm, his eyes are deep, and the corners of his mouth are also hung with a smile that no one can see, he puts one hand in front of him, and the other hand behind him, and comes slowly, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, very gentle.

On his left and right flanks followed two old men, one smiling but not smiling, everyone knew it, it was Shui De.

The other was dressed in a gray robe, bowed, and no one knew who he was.

The most surprising thing is that there are four people behind him,

It may be four people, but it is more like four mountains, each of them is about two meters and a half tall, dressed in a black robe, to hang a single knife, one by one fierce and vicious, when they come, their feet step on the earth, and the square is trembling, very majestic and mighty.