"Master Zhao, the one upstairs won't be my uncle from the Qingcheng faction, the junior was just in a hurry just now, that person's martial arts are somewhat similar to my other master, so I asked out loud, please don't misunderstand." Xingyun explained to Zhao Buxian.

Zhao Buxian also believed a little after hearing this, firstly, even if this little Taoist priest of the Qingcheng faction had great courage, it was impossible for him to dare to deceive himself, and secondly, the Qingcheng faction was a famous sect, and it was impossible for the disciples to act so recklessly, otherwise it would naturally be a severe punishment if the matter was spread. Besides, that martial arts don't seem to be owned by Qingcheng, if it weren't for Xingyun's "Master", Zhao Buxian would not have suspected the head of the Qingcheng faction.

But until now, there was still silence in the private room.

"Oops! Didn't that guy escape from behind the window? Zhao Bu was shocked, thinking that his son was injured and disturbed his mind, but he didn't notice it for a while.

At the moment, I don't care about my identity, I don't take the sword, I just keep my body, and I stepped up to the second floor from the door, Huashan School is not only exquisite in swordsmanship, but also unique in light skills.

What reassured Zhao Buxian was that the people in the private room did not escape, at this time, Zhao Buxian just landed on the second floor, and the door of the private room was pushed open, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man came out from the inside, with an ordinary figure, with a sallow face, as if he was about to fall ill. Even Zhao Buxian's cultivation almost looked away, but after all, he was one of the heads of the top ten famous families, and he returned to normal after a little surprise, and hugged his fists: "This friend, what mistake did the dog make to make such a heavy hand?" ”

Etiquette is still indispensable, especially Zhao Buxian's identity, and it is impossible to fall on the rivers and lakes.

The cough on the sallow face made Zhao Buxian take half a step back, not because there was any hidden internal strength in the cough, but because Zhao Buxian was really not sure if there was really any disease with this sallow face.

After looking at the sallow face and coughing for a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "How did your son do it, this room full of people can see it clearly, you can't ask knowingly, right?" ”

Glancing at his son who was still lying on the ground, Zhao Bu was secretly distressed, and he wanted to kill this sallow face to relieve his anger, but because of his identity, he had to make a fair gesture.

"On the night of the coming down, I only saw the dog being beaten to vomit blood, and I don't even know what kind of means it was beaten, if the dog is really guilty of this, then Zhao has nothing to say."

Zhao Buxian said this sentence very well, and it seems to be fair, but it actually means, "If my son didn't make something that should be beaten like this, then you just wait to look good." ”

The sallow face naturally understood the meaning of Zhao Buxian's words, and pointed to the people downstairs: "You go and ask them." ”

Originally, everyone in this building could see the cause and effect clearly, the first time Zhao Jian rushed in, the sallow face just threw him out, and did not hurt Zhao Jian, it was the second time Zhao Jian swung his sword up, and the sallow face was also a mercy for his subordinates, otherwise Zhao Jian would not just spit blood in his mouth.

Zhao Buxian saw that the sallow face was so calm, and he understood in his heart that the problem this time may still be his precious son, since the Qingcheng marriage was rejected, he began to take him through the rivers and lakes, this son has been making trouble.

Zhao Buxian also sighed in his heart, although he said that he wanted to teach his son a lesson in this sallow face, but he had no reason to make a move, and immediately turned to the people downstairs and asked: "Friends, Zhao didn't arrive in time for the matter, so I don't know the facts, which friend here can solve the doubts in the next place?" As long as it is true, Zhao promised that he would never do anything to that friend. ”

Half of the people downstairs are local people, and they naturally won't join this martial arts dispute, and the more timid, or cautious people, even settled out in advance and left at that time, and the rest of the people who watched the excitement would not take the trouble on themselves.

In the same way, the other Jianghu people also have this mentality.

Those Jianghu people understood the horror of the two people in front of them better than the ordinary people in this hall. That sallow face can directly swing the sword gang, such a martial art I have never heard of at all, no matter what, the sallow face is definitely a sword gang level master, and the other one in the back is even more powerful, just now when he was angry beside him, that kind of pressure is really terrible and I don't want to remember.

I am just an ordinary runner in the rivers and lakes, and a little bit of effort may be okay in normal times, but when facing such a master, I still won't go on this trip to the troubled water, and if I don't offend which side, my life will be difficult to protect. In the current Suzhou City, I am afraid that only the two masters of the Dong faction, Hantan Qiuyue, can take care of this matter.

So as soon as Zhao Buxian asked this, no one in the audience accosted him, and after being cold for a while, a person downstairs suddenly said: "What I saw was that the person upstairs shot first!" ”