"Just practicing qi realm dares to take care of the little boy's affairs, do you know who he is?"

The well-trained disciples surrounded Rong Hui.

They gritted their teeth and looked vicious, as if Rong Hui was not beating an arrogant and domineering child, but their own mother.

Rong Hui's face was expressionless, "He's famous?

Rong Hui's white chin was raised, and he was even more dusty than the young man, "No matter who it is, in the territory of my Sword Spirit Sect, it is the dragon who lies down for me, and the tiger obediently lies on the ground, and it is not okay to smash the field wildly, and it is even more difficult to insult the elders of the Sword Spirit Sect." ”

Seeing that her cultivation was not high, everyone sneered, "Kill." ”

The three Foundation Building Realm monks held big sticks and aimed at Rong Hui's head and pulled them fiercely.

The shopkeeper and Xiao Er saw that Rong Hui was about to die under the staff, and closed his eyes in horror.

"Bang-"

The big stick that should have landed on Rong Hui's body flew out diagonally.

The three foundation building realm monks suffered pain in their chests, like a kite with a broken string flying out of the wine shop, smashing the hard bluestone slab street into a deep pit the size of three water tanks.

Everyone held their breath, looked at Rong Hui nervously, and their eyes widened in shock.

"Click. ”

The sound of bones breaking broke the dead silence.

A few of the foundation building monks who pulled up the young man lost their minds for a moment.

Their wooden sticks were crossed across their chests, protecting the young man and taking a few steps back, looking at Rong Hui with fear.

"Her aura is clearly a Qi cultivation realm, how can it be?"

Rong Hui clapped his palms, "Next." ”

The young man covered his red and swollen face and looked at Rong Hui seriously, and his eyes turned a few times to gesture to the servant beside him, "Capture alive, you want to live!"

Several people glanced at each other, suppressed the fear of the unknown in their hearts, and approached Rong Hui step by step.

Before everyone's sticks were raised, they were swept a hundred meters away by the invisible air waves, and they fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

"I haven't seen how the Wang family has raised people like Er and other tyrannical people for many years. Wang Shi walked out from behind Rong Hui, his handsome face was gloomy, a touch of coldness flew out between his eyebrows, he glanced at the young man with a crooked mouth, and reprimanded: "The ancestor of the Wang family, who hoes the strong and helps the weak, has been eaten into the dog's stomach by you!"

The young man looked at the imposing Wang Shi, and couldn't help but shrink his shoulders, and took a few steps back with a weak heart, "Who are you, this son taught a few bad traders who blackmailed guests about your shit, and I shit and fart, no one can control the master." ”

That being said.

Wang Hongyu was uneasy in his heart.

The monk's instincts told him that this man was strong and that he should retreat.

The pride in his bones resisted Wang Hongyu's fear and gave him three points of courage.

Wang Shi stared at a small sword red mark between his eyebrows, and the sword mark was the symbol of the Wang family's descendants.

Wang Shi hadn't stretched his eyebrows since he appeared, "Wang Yuan is you." ”

Hearing this, Wang Hongyu jumped to his feet, "Personal grievances are private, do you understand the morality of the rivers and lakes, don't think about going to the Psychic Sect to sue, I'm not afraid, master!"

Wang Yuan is Wang Hongyu's second uncle, and he is also an elder of the Discipline Hall of the Psychic Sect, in charge of rewards and punishments, and he is a strict person, and he is most afraid of him.

"Guest officer. The others didn't dare to speak, and the shopkeeper plucked up the courage to say: "The little prince is the fourth elder of the Tongling Sect, seeing that you are not a local, it is better to leave early if you offend him." ”

The wine shop is backed by the Sword Spirit Sect, and it is not afraid of the Psychic Sect.

When Wang Hongyu smashed the field, the shopkeeper informed the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect in Qiongzhou that they would come soon.

Wang Shi looked at Wang Hongyu fixedly, silent.

Wang Hongyu was timid when he was tired, and his sluggish fighting spirit was burning, "Snort, what kind of garlic is pretending, he really thinks of himself as a big man, get out of the way, come to someone, and smash the wine shop." ”

Rong Hui saw that Wang Shi's expression was unnatural, and knew that he was very embarrassed, so he tore off the elder order he hung on his waist and threw it into the air.

The elder made a flash of inspiration, and the surrounding space distorted slightly, and a small sword formation appeared.

On the sword array, the thumb-sized sword spirit sang loudly: "The disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect listen to the order, pass on the order of the third elder Wang Shi, and all assemble to attack the Psychic Sect!"

One word is earth-shattering.

The cold words of the sword spirit exploded in the sky over Qiongzhou, and the whole state was in an uproar.

——

The Sect Master of the Psychic Sect opened his heavy eyelids, and his cloudy eyes gradually gained brilliance.

The nerves of the Psychic Sect were tense, and the elders were like great enemies.

"Wang Shi is back!"

"Didn't you say that you would come to visit the sect master, why did you give the order to kill!"

"It must be...... He, he's coming for revenge!"

——

Compared with the tense atmosphere of the Psychic Sect, the Ziwei Sword Sect was much more indifferent.

The head of the Ziwei Sword Sect looked at the direction of the wine shop, and said indifferently: "The Sword Spirit Sect has struggled and risen in Central Continent for several years, and it has risen over the years, and Wang Shi chose the right sect. ”

The elder of the Ziwei Sword Sect frowned: "Master, the Sword Spirit Sect and the Psychic Sect are far apart, not to mention whether they can eat it, but how to divide the forces, the Sword Spirit Sect will never submit to my Ziwei Sword Sect, and there may be a big war in the future." ”

Tan Boxuan, the elder of the Ziwei Sword Sect, smiled gently, "The Great Elder is too worried, just now I and the head of the sect got the news, the fifth elder of the Sword Spirit Sect who is famous in all directions accompanied the senior brother back to his hometown to visit relatives, she was afraid that she heard that Wang Shi suffered in the Tongling Sect a hundred years ago and felt sorry for the senior brother, so she deliberately supported Wang Shi with great fanfare. ”

——

Wind and rain building.

Jiang Xueyun held the Fengxue Sword, her clear gaze wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Landlord, is this the time you are talking about?"

"If the Sword Spirit Sect and the Psychic Sect are enemies, my Fengxue Building can help from the side!"

"Yes! We took advantage of the situation to let out a vicious breath!"

After listening to his disciple's righteous indignant words, Jiang Xueyun said calmly: "Regardless of the flood, practice swords." ”

——

Tianlong Peak.

Qin Lie grabbed the secret sound spell with his bare hands, unraveled the spell and listened.

When he heard that it was Rong Hui who threw out the elder's order, his right eye jumped fiercely.

The left eye jumps wealth, and the right eye jumps disaster.

Qin Lie thought of the god-like Rong Hui who killed when the Golden Crow Spirit Array moved, and trembled uncomfortably.

"Pass on the decree of this seat, and the disciples of Tianlong Peak will not come out!"

He didn't believe it, he was all shrunk in his shell, and Rong Hui would come to him.

——

"The Third Elder of the Sword Spirit Sect. Wang Hongyu looked at Wang Shi with an excited expression, "You are Wang Shi! You dare to come back!"

Wang Shi looked at the young man in a daze for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "It's all here, what's the point of saying this." "Everyone else is standing here.

Rong Hui didn't know the grievances between the two, so it was difficult to speak, she looked at the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect who were in full swing, and said coldly: "Let's go." ”

"No!" Wang Hongyu and Wang Shi were on the bar, "The master hasn't opened his mouth yet, he can't go." ”

Rong Hui raised his feet.

Wang Hongyu reflexively jumps back.

He was really afraid that Rong Hui would kick him and disfigure.

Rong Hui looked at the cultivation was not high, and he was very short-tempered, a typical temper greater than ability, and he was uneasy to play cards.

Wang Hongyu saw that Wang Shi had a special attitude towards Rong Hui, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, for fear that he would beat Wang Shi's "maidservant" and not be able to get off the stage.

Rong Hui stepped forward.