"Hmph, laughing at the flying knives in the past, which can be compared to this big devil Ye Suifeng. ”

Just when everyone was in a boiling discussion, a middle-aged man wearing a silver cotton jacket with a white appearance, holding a white folding fan, led two men and two women, as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

"Hehe, who is so angry, it turns out that it is the young master Ouyang of "Qingyunzhuang", it is really disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

The middle-aged man walked into the tea house, shook the snowflakes scattered on his body, and found a spacious and clean tea table to sit down.

"Oh, it turned out to be Liu Yidao, the master of "Sanjiang Jiuzhai" and "Tiger Village", why, Brother Liu, did you go to the first village in the world alone to participate in Ling Yunnan's wedding?"

"Don't hide it from Young Master Ouyang, I, the head of "Sanjiang Jiuzhai", except for me, have all been delayed due to temporary matters, but according to the time of their departure, they should be able to arrive on the wedding day of Lord Lingzhuang. Liu Yidao heard this, smiled and replied.

"Well, that's good. ”

Young Master Ouyang nodded, and continued with a change in his voice: "Master Ling Zhuang, martial arts, righteous and famous, three days later, it will be his big day, we are heroes of the rivers and lakes, we are busy on weekdays, there is no free time, today, it is rare to have such an opportunity, how can we not go to ask for a cup of wine to drink." ”

"Not bad...... Yes, it's time to ask for a glass of wine to drink. ”

When everyone in the tea house heard this, they all echoed it in unison.

"Old man, when I came in just now, I heard your granddaughter say that Ye Suifeng, the owner of the "Cloud Piercing Sword", is it true?"

Without waiting for everyone's voices to fall, Young Master Ouyang's eyes sank, and he threw himself into the old man and the young man who were telling the story in front of him.

When everyone heard the sound, they fell silent for a moment, and they all locked their eyes on the two grandchildren.

The old man saw the eyes of everyone, smiled coldly, got up in a hurry, and then took the right hand of the girl next to him and walked straight towards the tea house.

"Old man, you haven't answered our young master's words, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to leave like this, right?"

The old man took the girl's right hand, and just walked to the door of the tea house, before he could go out, the young master of "Qingyunzhuang" Ouyang, and the man in a cyan suit of two men and two women beside him, couldn't hold it back, his body moved, and his right arm stretched out, stopping him and shouting.

"Hehe, you junior, knowing that I am an old man, is so rude to me, it's really rude. ”

Seeing this, the old man frowned, shook his head and said, "Since you don't know how to respect my old man, then it's no wonder that my old man is heavy." ”

"You ......"

The man in the cyan power suit didn't hear what was going on, the old man's right hand was as fast as lightning, and a palm hit his chest, and the man's body suddenly flew towards the snow outside the tea house like a broken kite.

"What a trick of the Hidden Immortal Sect, the "Yin and Yang Triad" in the "Qiankun Bagua Hand", old man, who are you?"

As soon as the old man made a move, everyone present was shocked, only the young master Ouyang of "Qingyunzhuang" was sober, and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was wrong, so he couldn't help but exclaim and asked.

"Hehe, boy, if you want to know who I am, you might as well ask, Ling Yunnan, the owner of the first village in the world!"

When the old man heard this, he answered vaguely, so he took the girl's right hand again and walked towards the outside of the tea house, and after a while, the old man and the young disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Young Master Ouyang, that old man just now, is it really the Hidden Immortal Sect's peerless "Qiankun Gossip Hand"?"

After the old man and the young man left, some curious people in the martial arts, as well as Liu Yidao from Huzhai, couldn't help but have doubts on their faces, got up one after another, and came to Ouyang Young Master and asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, what the old man just made is indeed the "Qiankun Gossip Hand" of the Hidden Immortal Sect. ”

"Young Master Ouyang, you said that this old man, could it be someone from the Hidden Immortal Sect?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. ”

"Young Master Ouyang, since you know this "Qiankun gossip hand", how can you not be sure?"

"You don't know, this "Qiankun gossip hand" is created by the head of the hidden immortal sect in the martial arts, and it is one of the three great masters of his life, among them, "nine-step sword" and "Wuxiang fist", everyone must know and have seen its power, only this "Qiankun gossip hand", everyone must have never seen it, and they have never even heard of it, because this set of mastery of the Hidden Immortal School has disappeared since the death of its head. ”

"I see, then Young Master Ouyang, how did you just know that the old man made it was the "Qiankun Gossip Hand" of the Hidden Immortal Sect?"

"This ...... Please forgive me, I can't say that. ”

"Can't you say, Young Master Ouyang, this is not a secret, what can you not say?"

"Yes, Young Master Ouyang, if you know, you might as well talk to us and let us all have a long experience. ”

"Guys, I'm sorry, this ...... I really can't say it, because, once I say it, it is very likely that it will bring disaster to the Hidden Immortal Sect. ”

"The disaster of annihilation, is it so serious? Young Master Ouyang, you won't be alarmist, right?"

"Believe it or not, in short, I can't say anything about this "Qiankun gossip". ”

"Since this is the case, then we will not embarrass Young Master Ouyang. ”

"Well, thank you very much. ”

Young Master Ouyang arched his hand to the surrounding people to apologize, and when the surrounding people saw this, they were embarrassed to continue to ask, and suddenly, they scattered and walked towards everyone's tea table.

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. ”

As soon as everyone sat down, a woman's singing voice suddenly came from the snow wind outside the tea house, the singing was graceful and elegant, but with a hint of sadness, which made people feel sad and unusual......

"Well, it's not good, this is the magic music song of the "Demon Sound Pavilion", everyone hurry up and hold on to the gods, otherwise, they will control their minds. ”