"Tut-tut! It's not simple, it's not simple! The people of the Four Great Sword Sects are more dignified than those old guys!" sighed the Eight Bitter Monks.

"Monk Eight Bitters, you first insulted the people of my four great sword gates, and then insulted each other five times, do you really think that my four great sword sects are afraid of you?" Bian Zhanyun shouted angrily.

"Zhu Wuji, if this really fights, you and the dozen or so people from the Six Doors are probably going to see the Buddha today, right?" The Eight Bitter Monk sneered at Bian Zhanyun's cheers and smiled at Zhu Wuji.

"Thank you, Master, for your concern. My six gates represent the law of kings. If Zhu and your brothers unfortunately die here today, you have to trouble the master to inform me of the death of Zhu and your brothers. Zhu Wuji smiled.

"In that case, you fight slowly. The capital is far away, and I still have to hurry, monk. The Eight Bitter Masters laughed, pulled their legs and was about to leave.

Ning Feizhou and the others couldn't help but freeze their faces when they saw Master Eight Bitters acting like this.

It's one thing to shout and kill the people of the Six Doors, but it's another thing to really do it to the people of the Six Doors. The Eight Bitter Monks go, if they have no plan to let the people of the Six Gates rush up, the Four Great Sword Gates may not dare to make a move. After killing the people of the Six Gates, the Four Great Sword Sects may have to face the imperial army next.

"This time I went down the mountain, but I saw an interesting incident. Just then, a gentle laugh came. The sound seemed far away, but it was clearly ringing in everyone's ears.

Everyone in the field looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a group of three people walking slowly at the Songjiaao mountain pass.

This place is still far away from the Songjiaao mountain pass, and those with slightly weaker eyesight can only see vaguely, and one of the three seems to be a middle-aged man. On the left side of the middle-aged man, it seems to be an old man. On the right side of the middle-aged man, one person is on crutches, which seems to be an old woman. The old woman was bloated and seemed to be wearing a thick cotton coat.

"That's what the host said. There is something interesting about this. An old voice laughed. Listening to the voice, the person who spoke should be the old man.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, it's interesting. The other man coughed. This person's voice really seems to be an old woman.

The confronting of the six gates and the four sword sects, as well as the Kunlun faction and the Vientiane sect, was not trivial.

The three men in the distance were at least a hundred paces away. At such a distance, if you shout loudly, the people in the audience can also reach such a distance. But the gentle laughter from earlier and the sound of the two people behind them speaking appropriately were obviously as if they were ordinary words, effortlessly, but they could be clearly transmitted here. With such skills, even Ning Feizhou, Zuo Lengfeng, Bian Zhanyun, Huang Kun, Xuan Zhenzi and Tian Sanqi didn't dare to say that they could do better.

Zhu Wuji's eyes condensed slightly. Wind Traceless's expression also became serious. Only the Eight Bitter Monks were unmoved, but they also stopped the steps they were about to take.

The six doors in the field looked back at Zhu Wuji. Seeing that Zhu Wuji waved his hand slightly, the people of the six doors immediately withdrew from the fighting formation, took a few steps back, retreated in front of Zhu Wuji, and fanned Zhu Wuji to protect Zhu Wuji.

Ning Feizhou also raised his hand slightly. The people of the Four Great Sword Sects also put away their blades and returned to their own heads.

Everyone's eyes were on the three people in the distance.

In the distance, a group of three people continued to walk slowly. The three of them still maintained a calm pace, and slowly walked to the front.

At this time, everyone had already seen that one of the three people was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. The middle-aged man's appearance is very kind, and he always has a kind smile on his face, which makes people feel good at first sight.

To the left of the middle-aged man is a clear-looking old man. The old man walked all the way, his hands always clasped in his sleeves. Until he stood still in front of everyone, the old man's hands were never taken out of his sleeves.

On the right side of the middle-aged man is an old woman in a thick cotton coat. The old woman walked all the way, coughing all the way. After walking in front of everyone and standing still, the old woman seemed to be overwhelmed by the hard work of walking, and coughed even more. Seeing her coughing with her crutches in both hands, it really makes people worry about whether she will cough herself to the ground in the next moment.

Of the three, he was the youngest middle-aged man. But among the three, it is obvious that the middle-aged man is respected. After standing still in front of everyone, the old man and the old woman consciously stood on either side of the middle-aged man, and they were slightly half a step behind.

"It's so lively. The middle-aged man looked at everyone and said with a smile. His gaze didn't seem to be fixed on anyone in the room, but everyone in the room felt that the middle-aged man was looking at him.

"Below is Ning Feizhou, the head of the Huashan faction. These senior brothers are the head of the Kunlun faction, the head of the Wanxiang sect, the left head of the Diancang faction, the head of the Qingcheng faction, and the head of the Kongtong faction. Please forgive Ning for being clumsy, I don't know who your Excellency is ......?" Ning Feizhou took the lead and bowed to the middle-aged man. The sound transmission technique that these three people showed in the distance made Ning Feizhou not have the slightest contempt. Treating people with courtesy is also a gift of the four major sword sects and other famous and decent sects.

"It turned out that the heads of the four major sword sects, Kunlun and Vientiane were here. Faux pas!" The middle-aged man bowed his hand to Ning Feizhou and the others, the smile on his face became more and more kind, but he did not report to his home.

"I don't know which of the six doors this adult is?" After the middle-aged man finished saluting Ning Feizhou and the others, he said to Zhu Wuji again.

"This official has no plans, but he is the chief catcher of the six gates here. Zhu Wuji said lightly. I don't know why, in my heart, I am extremely wary of this middle-aged man who is smiling like spring.

"It turned out to be the Lords. Look up, look up!" the middle-aged man laughed. The middle-aged man was not at all disgusted by the attitude of the scheming. The clear old man beside the middle-aged man also kept his face unchanged. The old woman who was still coughing with a cane coughed so much that her whole body bent down.

"Dare to ask who this master is?" the middle-aged man turned to the monk of the Eight Sufferings and said with a smile.

"The monk's Dharma is called eight sufferings. Master Eight Bitters said with a smile. There was a smile on the face of the monk of the Eight Bitters, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

"Ah? It turns out that he is the world-famous master of the Eight Sufferings! Disrespectful, disrespectful!" The middle-aged man seemed to be very familiar with the name of the Eight Bitter Monks, and his face showed a slight sense of surprise.

"A monk is a monk, and a master is a master. The monk said with a smile on his face.

"The master is really a master! The middle-aged man bowed his hand to the monk again.

"I don't know where this young man came from?" said the middle-aged man to the wind without a trace. His demeanor was always so polite. Even for a young man who was much younger than himself, like Feng Wuji, the middle-aged man arched his hand.

"Don't dare to work, the elder asks! The boy has no trace, but he is a nobody. Feng Wuxian hurriedly replied with a salute and replied respectfully. The moment he saw the middle-aged man's face clearly, Feng Wuxian faintly felt that the sword path he was so hard pursuing seemed to have a chance to break through.

"Feng Gongzi is a young hero. The middle-aged man sighed.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ning Feizhou and the others felt a slight pang in their hearts.

The old man's eyes lit up slightly, swept twice on Feng Wuji's body, and then took it back again. The old woman, who was coughing as if her liver and intestines were broken, also raised her head to look at Feng Wuxian in the midst of a hundred coughs, and bent down again to continue her coughing.

"Don't dare!" Feng Wuxian bowed again, and the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Feng Gongzi is practicing swordsmanship?" The middle-aged man seemed to be particularly interested in Feng Wuxi.

The elder asked, the kid practiced swordsmanship. Feng Wuxian replied with a fist clenched.

"Who is Feng Gongzi's sword mage?" the middle-aged man chased after him. The faces of Ning Feizhou and the others began to look ugly.

"The kid is ashamed that he didn't get the guidance of a famous teacher. The boy's swordsmanship was honed by himself. Wind replied without a trace.

"Oh, yes, yes! haha!" the middle-aged man laughed with a happy face. The clear old man's gaze swept over Feng Wuxian a few more times, becoming brighter. The old woman who had been coughing stopped coughing, slowly straightened up, and looked at Feng Wuxian with interest.

"I haven't asked your Excellency for your name yet. Ning Feizhou bowed his hand to the middle-aged man and interjected. There was a faint hint of uneasiness in his heart. This line of three people is really a bit weird. As soon as the middle-aged man arrived, he showed an unusual interest in Feng Wuji, which was even more strange.

"My name? No hurry, no hurry. The middle-aged man laughed.

After laughing, the middle-aged man smiled at Zhu Wuji and said, "This Lord Zhu is here with six doors, so there must be a case to be handled." Why don't you wait for this lord to finish the case. ”

Zhu Wuji smiled and said: "This official is handling a case." ”

The middle-aged man took a few steps back and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, I will not stop this adult from handling the case." With that, the middle-aged man turned slightly to the side and stood aside. The old man and the old woman followed each other like shadows, and as the middle-aged man walked to the side, he was still standing behind the middle-aged man on both sides.

Zhu Wuji stared at Ning Feizhou and asked indifferently, "Master Ning, what do you say?"

Ning Feizhou glanced at the middle-aged man and replied coldly: "Just now, my four great sword sects have already expressed their attitude. ”

Zhu Wuji's face was slightly gloomy, and he said: "So, if this official doesn't need to be strong today, he won't be able to take people away?"

Ning Feizhou said coldly: "Although my four major sword sects are only Jianghu sects, they can't help but dare to resist the official authority of the lords. ”

As soon as Ning Feizhou's voice fell, the people of the four major sword sects gathered together again, protecting Yu Bufan and the other four people in the middle.

Xuan Zhenzi turned his gaze to Tian Sanqi, and just happened to meet Tian Sanqi's eyes. The two shook their heads slightly almost at the same time.

Zhu Wuji raised his hand lightly and shouted in a deep voice: "Up!"

With Zhu Wuji's words, the people of the Six Gates once again put on a fighting formation and pressed towards the people of the Four Great Sword Gates. One of them, who did not come forward with everyone, took out a pair of iron chains, walked to Feng Wuji's body, and said to Feng Wuji: "Feng Gongzi, please!"