"This is the hall master of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, Wu Feng. Bai Qin'an immediately opened his mouth and introduced.

The head of the house, who wore a black gauze hat, nodded, but did not speak, and when she saw the salute, she did not respond at all.

Wu Feng was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect the head of the Yishan Sword Sect to be so cold, or said that he, a little hall master, didn't fall into her eyes like this.

Wu Feng walked and found that the sword aunts who were also hall masters were staring at him one by one.

Wu Feng is a person over thirty years old, and he will not confidently think that others are taking a fancy to him.

Most of them want to compete with themselves, it is rare to have a hall master of the Sword Sect of Yaoshan Mountain come to their mountain, these sword girls who are obsessed with the way of the sword themselves are probably eager to raise their swords to meet them now.

There seems to be another important reason.

Men are not very welcome here.

The girl Nan Lingsha, who arrived first, was sitting under the white umbrella tent, with fragrant fruit and wine in front of her, and a female disciple waiting beside her.

And Haoye is not so well treated, he basically sits outside, the wind blows, the sun is also shining, there is a cup of the most rudimentary water in front of him, and there is nothing else.

Wu Feng looked at his seat again, and sure enough, it was a futon, the kind on which a hen could hatch eggs.

Is the gap between men and women really that big?

昊野似乎是一个不拘小节的人，云游在外的他，本身就经常睡破庙，对于这里的待遇已经很满意了，可吴枫就有那么一点不习惯。

He sat down on the futon reluctantly, and the sun's rays shone right on his eyes, stinging uncomfortably.

......

After a while, the female disciple Shao Ying climbed the mountain.

Bai Qin'an gave a brief introduction, and sure enough, those hall masters and elders all showed a bit of hospitality, and personally put Shao Ying and Nan Lingsha under the noble white tent, and the female disciples of the Yishan Sword Sect were waiting.

Shao Ying has a low rank and her strength is not high, she is nothing more than a number, and when she saw Senior Brother Haoye and Uncle Wu Feng, who were much more powerful than herself, sitting in a corner with some pity, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Wu Feng sighed lightly, waved his hand, and signaled Shao Ying to follow the customs, after all, it was on someone else's territory, and the whole country was like this......

It didn't take long for Yunzhonghe to come up.

Bai Qin'an didn't even introduce him, and those elders and hall masters of the Yishan Sword Sect were not even the slightest interested.

Yunzhonghe was confused, and then he was arranged next to Wu Feng, it was also a futon, you can sit as you like, when the sun is the hottest, even in autumn, it will make people uncomfortable.

Yunzhonghe dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"Uncle Shi, we have come all the way, and we have all arrived in the national capital, not only did we leave us aside for a few days without saying anything, but we were finally able to go up the mountain, and they didn't take us seriously so much?" Yun Zhonghe lowered his voice and complained in Wu Feng's ear.

"It's not all because they didn't take us seriously, don't you think Shao Ying is hospitable?" Wu Feng said helplessly.

Yun Zhonghe was suddenly speechless.

So, just because they're men?

When you come to him, you won't even drink saliva?

On a hot day, Yunzhonghe's hands and feet were cold, and he was trembling with anger.

When will the men be able to stand up in the country?

......

I waited for half an hour.

The people of the Sword Sect didn't say a word, as if as long as someone didn't climb the mountain, they didn't bother to communicate with the people of the Yaoshan Sword Sect.

"Zhu Minglang, that guy won't get lost, right?" Yun Zhonghe said.

"He doesn't have a sword cultivation, maybe it's a little hard to read the sword score, just wait. Wu Feng said calmly.

As he was talking, Zhu Minglang walked up from the stairs of the mountain, he glanced at the battle of the Sword Sect of the Mountain, although they were all women, pleasing to the eye, but they were full of a cold air that no one should enter, which made people really uncomfortable.

"Everyone is together. Bai Qin'an said.

The star painting girl did not go up the mountain, and waited with Fang Niannian in the kingdom.

Considering that it is possible to steal the ancient lantern jade, it would be better for the prophet sister-in-law, who has no ability to protect herself, not to take risks.

"Please be seated. A female sword girl who was tightly wrapped up and down walked over and guided Zhu Minglang towards a simple futon placed under the sun.

Zhu Minglang walked straight to the gorgeous white umbrella tent, sat next to Nan Lingsha, took a sweep of the grapes he usually loved, and didn't treat himself as a guest at all.

"Our rule, men can't enter the tent, can't sit on the chair......" At this time, the tightly wrapped sword girl said sharply.

Bai Qin'an was about to speak, but the head beside her raised his hand and signaled Bai Qin'an not to meddle in this matter.

"You set your rules, and it is my business whether you keep them or not. Zhu Minglang said.

"Why are you so rude?" said the sword girl angrily.

"Your chief disciples are all polite to me, and you little sword aunt dare to point fingers here. Zhu Minglang glared at the arrogant Jian Gu.

Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, and Haoye looked at Zhu Minglang, who was still so arrogant and domineering on other people's territory, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up in their hearts!

Hard!

"This is the Sword Sect of the Mountains, and you can't afford a humble man to be presumptuous here......"

"Get out!" Zhu Minglang was impatient and scolded coldly.

Twitter, disturbing and pure.

That little sword aunt was so angry that her face was flushed, in the face of such a person who didn't follow the rules at all, she had no choice but to ask for help with a little pity in her eyes, the only hall master who didn't wear a gauze hat.

The hall master, with a grim face, was strict and imperious as only those who were in charge of the precepts.

"Hall Master Wu Feng, are your disciples so unruly in the door that they never care about it?"

"This is my junior brother Zhu Minglang, not a disciple. Wu Feng responded lightly.

I wish you a bright ???

The old lady of Jianzun can't control it!

Besides, if you want to discipline him, you have to beat him first.

"Our rules have been passed down for thousands of years, and we won't have this sword exchange until the rules are correct. The precept sword aunt said.

"There's nothing to communicate with, some old-fashioned swordsmanship that is old, boring, and has no substance, like you, a group of sword aunts who are deep in the mountains and old forests, and who are complacent, feel that they are still the leaders of the Sword Sect, purely because you don't go out much, and Yelang is arrogant. Zhu Minglang said.

Wu Feng was on the side, his eyes were about to pop out.

It's someone's territory!

Converge a little bit, everyone is at the senior level and the head level!

"Hehe, what a big breath, over the years, you are the second one who dares to make such a big statement in our Yishan Sword Sect. The Lord of the Hall of Discipline walked up, driving with a look of authority.

Men are like this, if they don't fight for a day, they go to the house to uncover the tiles!