Autumn days are windy, and the winds are especially strong in the mountains.

Fallen leaves have accumulated a thick layer on the ground, and the autumn wind laughs wildly on the bare branches.

The young man wrapped himself in a big coat and muttered to the old man beside him: "I just said let's come over later, we have to wait for them, it's really unreasonable!"

The old man also said softly: "As the leader of the world's sects, our Qiantian Pavilion should show our demeanor. ”

The young man said disdainfully: "These evil outsiders really give them face." ”

The old man admonished: "Young master, don't be willful today, talk well for a while." ”

The young man replied softly, "Don't worry, I know how to measure." However, Elder Xin, you still have to act according to my orders today, and don't make assertions. ”

The old man said respectfully: "The old man obeys the order. ”

There were many people gathered on the mountain, and there was only one way up to the top of the mountain, which had been blocked by them.

There was a shout from below: "The master of the Blood Spirit Sect, bring the two Dharma Protectors here!"

As soon as the announcement fell, a rough voice followed: "Have the masters of the Qiantian Pavilion arrived, ah? We are coming for the masters of the Qiantian Pavilion!"

The young man suddenly raised his forehead and sighed softly: "Rough man, it's annoying!"

The old man said softly, "Young Master......"

The young man raised his hand slightly, and the old man immediately stopped his voice and stood honestly behind the young man without saying a word.

Then, I saw three stout men walking on the mountain road below. The three of them are tall and burly, not like brothers in the same family, but like brothers in the same birth.

The man at the head of the middle had a beard and big eyes and thick eyebrows. The autumn wind was blowing, but he wore a sleeveless gown, revealing two thick arms. The dress on his body is also casual, how can this look like the master of a sect.

However, anyone who knows the Blood Spirit Gate knows that the door is either a lean monkey with a weird yin and yang atmosphere, or this kind of stout gorilla. It's nice to have a monkey orangutan dressed and hated, but what more could you expect?

Before the three of them approached, the master of the Blood Spirit Gate raised his head, looked at the young man who was high on the stairs in front of him, and shouted in a rough voice: "Hey, that kid, you are from the Qiantian Pavilion?"

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, did not speak, and did not even move.

The old man behind him shouted: "Presumptuous! Rude! This is my son of the Qiantian Pavilion!"

The master of the sect smiled at the people of the surrounding sects in a thick voice: "It turns out that this is the son of the Qiantian Pavilion, and it doesn't look very good." I said, how did Qiantian Pavilion choose people? How could they choose such people?"

As he spoke, the master of the sect immediately patted the knotted muscles on the shoulders of a Dharma protector beside him, and said, "What's the matter, you have to choose this kind of one!"

Everyone around immediately rolled their eyes. Do you think they are all like your bloody door, choosing monkeys and orangutans?

The old man behind the young man rebuked angrily: "Presumptuous!"

The boy raised his hand to stop him, and replied indifferently to the master of the door: "I'm not good, but alas, I'm from Qiantian Pavilion." I'm really embarrassed, I'm Qiantian Pavilion, and it's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks. ”

The master of the sect suddenly shouted with the smell of sour grapes: "Yo yo yo, what's wrong with the Qiantian Pavilion? What can the Qiantian Pavilion do......

"Xin Lao!" Before the master finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by the young man raising his voice on the spot, and his tone was very cold.

The old man behind the boy didn't say much, his fingertips flicked, and with a "ding" sound, a streamer shot into the air.

The streamer fell from the sky, but did not land, but raised itself and swam in the air in the field.

It turned out to be a small flying sword ten inches long.

The master of the Blood Spirit Sect laughed wildly: "What's the matter? Qiantian Pavilion sent a Jindan over, just to show his prestige? He also looks down on us small sects too much, right? Although we are all small sects, who still has every Jindan real person in charge? It's almost the same to call your Ancestor here." ”

As he spoke, the blood qi burst out, and the momentum of the master of the sect suddenly rose. Everyone in the audience could even see a cloud of scarlet blood rising, and smell the scorching blood spilling out.

With a "bang", a heavy steel shield stood up in front of the door master.

The young man's indifferent voice spread throughout the audience: "Old Xin, just give Lord Yimen an example, don't hurt the harmony." ”

The old man didn't say a word, and the flying sword broke through the air, and the "ding" sounded on the heavy steel shield. The small flying sword was less than the size of a palm, but the huge shield was like a thick door, completely covering the burly body of the Blood Spirit Sect Master.

The contrast was very obvious, and suddenly, the small flying sword was bounced back, turned into a streamer, and entered the sleeve of the old man.

The Lord of Imon laughed and shouted, "Hey, that's it?"

Together, only to hear a "click", the heavy shield turned into two halves.

The master of the sect was stunned for a moment, threw the steel heavy shield on the ground with a "bang", scratched his head, raised his head and smiled at everyone: "There is still something!"

The crowd ignored him.

The young man said in a cold voice, "Lord Yimen, can you speak well now?"

The Lord of Imen hunched his waist and clenched his fists and said, "Yes, of course. Yihu, the master of the Blood Spirit Gate, has seen Gongzi. ”

The young man clenched his fists and saluted back: "It's easy to say." ”

This Yihu took his two protectors and went to the side to find a seat.

The old man behind the young man leaned forward slightly and said softly: "Childe, this person is not here to find trouble, but seems to have come to show favor to us." ”

The young man nodded incredibly and said, "Well, I know. When the time comes, you can find an opportunity to communicate with them, my identity is not suitable. ”

The old man nodded.

At this time, the entrance of the mountain suddenly remembered a bulletin voice: "The Yan Gongzi of the Qiantian Pavilion has arrived!"

Everyone in the field was suddenly surprised, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound of mosquitoes in the usually quiet field.

These people are the backbone of the major evil sects and sects. Among the evil sects, they work separately with each other, despise each other, and look at each other unpleasantly. This time, they were invited by the Qiantian Pavilion to come, so since they came, they have been looking at the people of other sects with cold eyes, and no one has spoken.

And this time, everyone turned their heads and ears.

"I heard that there are two sons in Qiantian Pavilion. ”

"This is another son, right?"

"Two sons can come to one, why are they still one after the other, and both of them are here?"

"There must be something hidden in this. ”

"As the saying goes, one mountain can't tolerate two tigers, and there's a good show to watch now. ”

And the young man on the steps was also shocked, and the surprise on his face could not be concealed.

The old man reminded behind him: "Young Master, calm down!"

The boy took a deep breath quietly, regained the indifference on his face, and said softly to the old man: "Old Xin, what's going on, didn't you say that Yan Fei's kid had an accident, why is he here?"

The old man said softly, "I don't know. However, no matter what happens, our soldiers will stop it. Perhaps, someone faked it?"

The young man nodded, regaining his composure.

I saw a person walking on the path, and the young man's fist suddenly tightened.

It's really Yan Fei's kid!