Hearing this, Feng Qingyun smiled knowingly, glanced at the seat over there, and sure enough, there were two monks, one old and one young, surrounded by a lean young man on the left and right.

But taking a closer look at the top of the young man's head, there was short hair, and Feng Qingyun couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Mr. Wenhua, what you said is funny, but I see that young man, he is not bald, what is the origin of those two monks?"

"Hey, that young man's name is Wu Qinghou, it is said that there is a descendant of a certain martial arts family, because of his outstanding talent in martial arts, so he was accepted as a lay disciple by the head of Famen Temple. I heard that he was only seventeen years old, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the forging realm, and even the stunt of the Famen Temple, "Arhat Vajra Palm", had been learned, and it was said that he had the hope of entering the Qi refining realm before the age of twenty, and the future was limitless. ”

The other two monks, the old one is the martial arts elder of Famen Temple, the famous master of the Lingnan martial arts of the older generation, Master Xuanku.

The young monk in his early twenties on the side, alias Bhikshu, the City Lord's Mansion only recently heard about his origins, this person is amazing, it is said that he was born in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the holy land of martial arts, and now he is traveling all over the world, looking for talented disciples for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. ”

Feng Qingyun smiled and said nothing, thinking that he was only sixteen years old now, and the martial arts realm of this martial arts was not much better than himself, but the identity of the descendant of the martial arts family gave him a lot of points, plus the foundation of Famen Temple and even Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, this person will have a very promising future.

Mr. Wenhua gently shook the folding fan in his hand, glanced at Feng Qingyun with a smile in his eyes, stood up and bowed slightly to the chairman's medicine fairy, and said politely:

"Yao Xian'er must have heard of the Lingnan martial arts talents here, but you may not be familiar with our Feng Qingyun Shaoxia of Shangqingguan.

Our Feng Shaoxia is a true disciple of the Daomen of the Shangqing Dynasty, he is both civil and military at a young age, and he is a profound Taoist, and he can communicate with the Taoist ancestor Jin Xian in the sky.

According to me, he really deserves to be called the first talent among young martial artists in Lingnan. ”

As soon as Feng Qingyun heard this, he first used it flutteringly, this is too good for me, haha. But the more I listened to it, the more I felt that it was not a taste, and then looked at several young talents in the field, one by one, as if they were about to eat their own expressions, and they shouted in their hearts.

This Mr. Wenhua is pulling hatred for himself.

The young warriors here are the leaders of the Lingnan rivers and lakes, and no one is convinced by anyone on weekdays, so why should you let a little Taoist priest who came out of nowhere, claiming to be the first talent.

Sure enough, Miss Yao Xian'er on the chairman was stunned for a moment, and before she could think of how to deal with this, several teenagers in the audience couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts, and scolded one after another.

"What kind of bird little fairy, I Li Meng has never heard of it, to be the first, have you asked the tiger head knife in my hand?"

"Hmph! Since this fellow Daoist dares to call himself the number one talent in Lingnan, I, Chen Jiansheng, have to ask for advice or two. ”

"The lay disciple of Famen Temple is Wu Qinghou, and he also wants to have a few tricks with Feng Daoyou, and see which is stronger and weaker between this martial arts and my Buddhist martial arts. ”

For a while, the entire banquet hall was boiling, there were those who scolded Feng Qingyun for not being able to do anything, there were also those who shouted and coaxed, and even some older martial arts people were laughing and talking to each other, looking like they were ready to watch a good show.

Looking at Mr. Wenhua with a complaining look, Feng Qingyun complained for a while, your City Lord's Mansion is really using me as a gunman, this is to let me fight with these second-hand goods, and the salary of this Jin Longwei is too difficult to earn.

I looked up again, the medicine fairy on the chairman, this little girl actually had stars in her eyes, and she was throwing a little curious and even a little admiring look.

Feng Qingyun gritted his teeth: No matter, in front of the little beauty, this force must be pretended.

Feng Qingyun slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, and put on a handsome standing posture.

Then he looked around with his eyes, a faint smile on his face, and he talked eloquently:

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you are interested in discussing a few tricks with me Feng Qingyun, of course I am welcome. However, my senior brother has taught me that my disciple of the Shangqing lineage only fights with the elites of his generation, and he must not accept the challenge of garbage. ”

When Li Meng heard this, he was the first to refuse, slammed the table in front of him, and yelled: "

What do you mean!Do you think I, Li Meng, am garbage and unworthy of fighting you?!"

Feng Qingyun stroked his hair lightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said:

"Brother Li Meng, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you. ”

Immediately after, Feng Qingyun smiled, glanced one hundred and eighty degrees with his eyes, and said to the three people in the seats below:

"I mean all of you····· It's all rubbish!"

At this time, the entire hall suddenly fell silent, and the three young talents of Lingnan martial arts, who had never heard such insulting witticisms before, were a little unresponsive for a while, and were stunned for a second.

To say that it is still a black whirlwind of the rectum, his reaction was a step faster, his face was flushed with anger, he picked up the tiger head knife in his hand, and rushed up with a scolding:

"Dog's day, eat your fierce grandfather!"

Feng Qingyun smiled slightly, a burst of purple Buddha light turned into a flash of light in the sky, and the transparent glass ring knife instantly reached his hand.

The next moment, the martial arts people in the field seemed to have a spring thunder in their ears, as if an electric light was speeding in front of Li Meng. Li Meng's sword momentum, which was originally swept forward like a black wind, was like being killed by a spring thunderstorm that fell out of thin air, and suddenly stopped.

"Ding·· Ding·· Ding··"

A crisp sound of gold and iron falling to the ground sounded by the silent lake, and everyone looked at it, and the tiger-headed knife in Li Meng's hand had actually been broken in half, and the fragments of the knife fell to the ground. At this time, some of the seniors in the rivers and lakes who had vision were already whispering to each other, discussing the grade of the treasure knife in Feng Qingyun's hand.

Feng Qingyun made a successful move, standing in place, the ring knife in his hand pointed at the opponent from afar, and he was secretly proud in his heart, it seems that this "Purple Thunder Nine Strikes" knife technique is really domineering, and I have already left three points of strength in this first move, or this black whirlwind, I will hang the color now.