Huang Zongji stood dumbfounded in the face of Yang Xian, sweating profusely. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"We ......"

He muttered, "Everyone is wrong!"

"It's really foolish that the three of us are only competing for the position of the head of the family, but we have forgotten the great feud that destroyed my ancestral court!"

His body was shaky, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "This is called the pain of the relatives, and the pain of the enemy!"

Kang Shan and Huang Xiaomin, who were next to him, saw that Huang Zongji's expression was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to help, Kang Shan said eagerly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Xiaomin was also startled, and held Huang Zongji's arm and said, "Daddy, are you okay?"

Huang Zongji's eyes slowly returned to clarity, and he said softly: "I'm fine!"

He gently broke away from the support of the two, bent down to Yang Xian and saluted: "Young man wakes up the dreamer with a word! Pity me, the three factions of Feihe only care about internal strife, and none of them even think of the big matter of avenging the ancestors, it is really a shame for the ancestors!"

Yang Xian helped him up and said, "Since you know that your relatives are painful and your enemies are fast, then don't act like this in the future." ”

Huang Zongji looked bitter, shook his head and said: "Now the matter of the three factions fighting for the master of the sect is right in front of us, like an arrow on the bow, I have to send it, even if we can persuade everyone to join forces against the enemy, I am afraid it will only be decided after the fight......

Before he finished speaking, a person came from not far away, and before the person arrived, the voice had already sounded, "Aha, what is Brother Huang going to do?

Huang Zongji turned around to look and saw a middle-aged man with a pickaxe in his hand leading a group of disciples walking down the street.

This person is dressed in white, with a small winged golden-crowned crane embroidered on the left chest of the placket, tall and long legs, high nose and big eyes, two thick eyebrows, if it is not for the high pouting mouth that hinders the view, he must be a peerless beautiful man.

The man's two front teeth poked out of his lips like two small shovels, and the arch of his upper lip was upturned up, bulging out high, which looked extremely unsightly.

Among the dozen or so people standing behind him, there were men, women, old and young, all dressed in white, embroidered with small cranes, and followed the middle-aged man closely.

After seeing this man's appearance, Huang Zongji said coldly: "Who do I think it is, it turns out that Brother He has arrived!

The middle-aged man in white laughed and said, "I don't dare to advise, but I have to say a few words." ”

He glanced Huang Zongji up and down, "The third elder of the dignified Flying Crane Gate, the Flying Crane Huang Zongji, how did he whisper to a little beggar today?"

Huang Zongji snorted coldly, "The head of the He sect is quite wide, but unfortunately this is not the realm of your Izumo Mountain, and Huang is not a disciple of your Xianhe Sect!"

Huang Xiaomin asked softly beside him, "Daddy, who is this person?"

Huang Zongji said: "This is Uncle He Yunhe of your Xianhe Gate, he is the current head of the Xianhe Gate, haven't you seen Uncle He soon?"

Huang Xiaomin walked out from behind Huang Zongji, bent slightly towards He Yunhe, and said coquettishly: "Niece Huang Xiaomin has seen Uncle He!"

He Yunhe laughed and said: "Good niece, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and she has grown into a big girl!"

He palmed his hand, and a small crane claw made of fine iron came out of his palm, "I can't let you salute in vain, this gadget will give you to play!"

Huang Zongji knew that this fine iron crane claw was the iron claw order of the Immortal Crane Gate, and the disciples of the Immortal Crane Gate saw the order as if they saw the master, as long as they had something to order, they would definitely go all out, but they could only use it once, but even if they could only use it once, it could be regarded as an extremely precious gift.

After Huang Xiaomin accepted the crane claw, Kang Shan also stepped forward to salute, but He Yunhe gave Kang Shan a small sword as a gift.

This person is unforgiving, but he is generous, but he does not lose the bearing of the head of the faction.

After he gave the two small things to Huang Xiaomin and Kang Shan, he raised his eyes and looked at Huang Zongji, "Brother Huang, you are also a famous person in the rivers and lakes, why are you so careful with a little Huazi?"

He glanced at Yang Xian and said with a smile: "This little brother is born with a good face, does Brother Huang want to recruit him as a son-in-law? Then there is no need to be so respectful to him! I see that you are all saluting others!"

As the head of a faction, He Yunhe should not be so reckless in speaking and doing things, but these few days are a big day for the three factions to compete for the head, he has the intention to provoke, and he shakes his majesty by the way, so he deliberately angers Huang Zongji.

Huang Zongji's skills are very clear to him, although his skills are good, but compared to himself, he is still a few points behind, and it is also a pleasure to be angry with this Feihemen before the competition.

As for Yang Xian, a little beggar with a young grade, if he is offended, he will be offended, it is not a big deal.

It's just that it's nothing for him to provoke Huang Zongji, but now he has brought Yang Xian in with his feet, which is a bit dead.

After listening to He Yunhe's words, Yang Xian's body slowly straightened, his eyes flashed, and he glanced at He Yunhe deeply.

"Bang"

He Yunhe's body on the opposite side trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire upper body fell back sharply, his feet rubbed the ground and retreated rapidly, as if an invisible sledgehammer was rammed on his face, and his whole body leaned back until he was almost lying flat on the ground, and he slid close to the ground for a few zhang before he lost this force.

More than a dozen people next to He Yunhe were in an uproar, not knowing what had happened to the head of the house.

An old man reacted the fastest, and flew towards He Yunhe, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, He Yunhe was still gliding on the ground with his body half-lying down, and the loess surface was rubbed by two deep scratches on the roots of his feet.

Without waiting for the old man to pounce in front of him, He Yunhe snorted, his body was already straight, his eyes were wide open to look at Yang Xian, and his face showed great fear.

At this time, the old man had already arrived in front of him, stretched out his hand to support He Yunhe, and asked in a low voice, "Master, what's going on?"

He Yunhe's body trembled slightly, his face was pale, he cautiously glanced at Yang Xian who was not far away, and commanded in a low voice: "Hurry up!

The old man was taken aback, "Master, who is ......?"

He Yunhe didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, so he interrupted his words and said hurriedly: "Don't look around, help me go!"

He said this fiercely, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood went up from his throat and gurgled out from the corner of his mouth.

The old man saw that the corners of He Yunhe's mouth were bleeding, and his frightened face changed wildly.

As the master of the Immortal Crane Sect, He Yunhe has cultivated extremely well, and he has reached the realm of a ninth-level martial artist, and may even achieve the realm of a martial arts master in the future.

This time, the three factions competed for the right position, and he was the most favored candidate.

But now, such a "most optimistic candidate to win the head" was hit and beaten in the air and vomited blood, and the disciples next to him didn't even know how to make a move.

For a moment, the old man who was holding He Yunhe trembled, he didn't dare to ask more, he didn't dare to look more, and he turned around and left without saying a word.

A group of disciples behind him were still unknown at this time, but when they saw the head of the sect leaving with an embarrassed face, they all chased after him, and a middle-aged man saw that something was wrong and ran to the old man, "Senior Brother Zuo, what's the situation?"

The old man shouted softly, "Shut up!"

The middle-aged man was shocked, and he didn't dare to ask again, so a group of people turned around the street and gradually walked away.

Seeing these people leaving, Yang Xian smiled at Huang Zongji and said, "Brother Huang, I don't know where the Guimen Mountain Gate is?"