vented again, and let Qin Shaofu's reputation as a savage spread all over Shu Mountain. This time, not only the disciples of the Jinzi generation and the Qingzi generation, but also those who are at the level of uncles and ancestors also know him.

And the matter did not end there, many people secretly began to discuss the reasonableness of the top eight new disciples this time, especially after someone broke out that the fourth level of Lan Lingzhi was carried by Qin Shaofu to cross it, and it was unanimously agreed that Qin Shaofu invited a helper for the Lan Lingzhi family.

In the past few days, the trouble has become bigger and bigger, and some disciples with "honorable status" have even proposed that the elders should thoroughly investigate the matter, and many disciples will give an explanation.

If it were other sects, it would be fine, but the Shushan Sword Sect has always preached justice and fairness, and if it continues like this, something will really happen.

Qin Shaofu sat on the bed, his brows furrowed slightly.

Lan Lingzhi on the side looked guilty and said softly: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Luo, I've bothered you." “

"It's okay, can you stand up straight, don't cower. It's not enough to be said, whoever bullied you will definitely fight back!"

Qin Shaofu snorted, not caring about sitting down, but he was also annoyed in his heart. When he came back in the evening, Hou Jinrong privately ordered him not to go out to train for more than ten days, and to practice at his residence.

Although he didn't say it thoroughly, he obviously wanted to avoid the limelight himself.

Could it be that he really wants to expel himself? Qin Shaofu will also have a headache, but he will not panic, and it is a big deal to disclose his identity as a divine general, so that no one will make irresponsible remarks.

However, this is not the result he wants, according to Lan Lingzhi, because he was kidnapped by Zhang Qiyu back then, Huangfu Guangming took advantage of this to make a fuss and provoke a war.

He knew that this emperor would definitely not really want to help him avenge himself, but he also wanted to see what these related god generals wanted to do with their identities, or to see how these people thought of themselves and acted in the future.

Once the news of his death spreads, the effect is different.

Just give it a go, go to the bronze tripod to try, it's a big deal to be expelled, and I don't regret it.

With a mind in mind, Qin Shaofu had already begun to plan how to do it. I thought about it for a moment, and suddenly I heard a commotion outside, and then someone shouted: "Savage, come out!"

The voice was hard, but with a hint of delicateness, it should be a woman. Listening to this tone, it should be the one who came to the door to find trouble.

Qin Shaofu was already ready to break the jar at this moment, how could he be timid, he directly pushed open the door and strode out. When they came out of the courtyard, they saw more than a dozen Shushan disciples standing outside, dressed in white, all of them women.

There were a few Qin Shaofu who still remembered that it was the ones who insulted Lan Lingzhi a few days ago.

The current woman, with gold trim embroidered on the cuffs of her white robe, is an inner disciple. Unlike other women, whose long hair is like a waterfall and is charming and beautiful, this woman's cuffs and trousers are all tightly tied, which looks like the clothes of a male disciple.

Especially if you tie your hair in a bun, if you don't have a towering chest, it's really easy to be mistaken for gender.

"Which ugly girl is looking for Lao Tzu!" Qin Shaofu scolded, and was suddenly stunned: "It's you!"

The woman in front of her is none other than Huang Fuying, who had a two-sided relationship five years ago, and Huang Fu Changqing's younger sister.

They came five years earlier than themselves, but they are still Jinzi disciples. Huangfu Changqing said that he wanted to experience the cultivation atmosphere and method of the Shushan Sword Sect more, and the need for exercises was not too great. Coupled with the situation in the Eastern Wilderness, it is very likely that he has already returned.

But Huangfu Ying is different, anyway, Huangfu is patriarchal, and she has no martial soul, relatively speaking, the exercises and swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword School are quite useful, I am afraid that she will have to practice here for ten years.

Huang Fuying heard these two words, and immediately frowned: "You know me?"

"Who knows you!" Qin Shaofu immediately denied it, and said solemnly: "Before the mountain, Lao Tzu beat up a rabbit who sold ** at the bottom of the mountain, and he looked too similar to you." If he hadn't had these two lumps on your chest, I'd have been mistaken...... Is he your brother?"

"Presumptuous!"

Huang Fuying shouted angrily, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and said loudly: "If it is as rude as a rumor, it seems that your words about insulting women are not rumors, if you don't apologize to them today, you will definitely look good!"

"No, no!" Qin Shaofu smiled and waved his hand: "No matter how much Lao Tzu gets it, it can't be as good as your brother who sells **......"

"Look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, Huang Fuying killed him with a sword.

The inheritance of the Shushan Sword Sect is indeed very useful for the cultivation of ordinary people, and after five years of not seeing, she has gone from the realm of martial souls to the four-star of essence blood. Coupled with her excellent talent and extraordinary learning, even the average five-star martial artist may not be her opponent, otherwise she would not dare to come here to find a field.

But what she met was Qin Shaofu, who didn't take her in her eyes five years ago, let alone five years later.

The long sword killed, although the speed was fast, it was still easily flashed by Qin Shaofu, and then he casually picked up a wooden board beside him and swept it over as a weapon.

This shot was very particular, just avoiding Huang Fuying's attack, and it didn't hurt her at all, but rushed over.

But the dozen or so women behind her were miserable, and the plank swept away, directly knocking over seven or eight.

"Fuck your uncle, flash fast enough!"

Qin Shaofu pretended to be angry, roared, turned around, and the planks flew, knocking the remaining few who were about to flee to the ground.

"Let's do another 300 rounds!"

In the midst of the loud cheers, he fought with Huangfu Ying who rushed over. The battle is scorching, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Huang Fuying herself was not injured, but the women around her were kicked by Qin Shaofu for a while, stepped on for a while, and slammed on the plank, and they were beaten bitterly.

After a while, there was a burst of crying dad and mother, and he ran clean.

Seeing that there was no one to be angry with, Qin Shaofu no longer pretended. A false move, after the opponent splits the plank, a person steps forward and grabs the wrist holding the sword.

With a strong spit on his hand, he knocked it with half a plank. Huangfu Ying's strength is far inferior to him, how can he resist this moment, and the weapon is instantly out of his hand. Annoyed, he jumped up and spun, trying to break free with his strength.

But Qin Shaofu, who had been trained by Zhang Qiyu, was so experienced, how could he give her a chance to wield her hand and eliminate her strength.

After landing, Huang Fuying swung another punch, but was grabbed by Qin Shaofu's wrist again.

With just an ordinary grappling hand and a few twists, Qin Shaofu pressed Her Royal Highness the princess of the Great Han Dynasty against the wall, unable to move.

Deliberately getting closer, landing on the other party's shoulder with his messy beard, Qin Shaofu let out a quack laugh.

Huang Fuying broke free for a while, but there was nothing she could do, and suddenly her body was stunned and she shouted: "Qin Shaofu!"

"What?"

Qin Shaofu couldn't help responding, and then scolded: "a bird!"

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Huang Fuying turned his head sideways, with a pair of pretty eyes, extremely annoyed.