After that day, although nothing had changed, Zhou Cong could clearly feel that all the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples looked at him differently, was it fear or respect?

It's just that he always seems to feel that a pair of eyes are staring at him, and that feeling of being on his back makes him always vigilant, wherever he goes, as if those eyes will follow him, what is he looking at, and who is always watching his movements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sometimes I obviously feel that there is someone behind him, but whenever Zhou Cong turns his head suddenly, he always gets a win, is it friend or foe? But why does that feeling appear just after Wang Mazi apologizes? Could it be the person behind Wang Mazi, but why does Wang Mazi want to apologize by himself?

Everything seemed to be like an unsolvable mystery, always surrounding him, and he walked leisurely on the wide square, because Dabi was approaching, the ring in the square was high, the inferior disciples who were busy like ants, and the crowd of black pressure was surging.

When Zhou Cong passed, it suddenly fell silent.

"Hello Senior Brother Bai!" A disciple with a fat body and a red face ran out of the crowd like a trot, and hurriedly greeted Zhou Cong.

"Senior Brother Bai?" Zhou Cong paused for a moment, then realized that he smiled at the fat disciple and said, "You know me?"

"That is, in addition to the statue in this Heavenly Sword Gate, who else can not know the name of Senior Brother Bai? My fat man Hu has admired Senior Brother for a long time, like ......thunder, "The fat disciple chattered some kind words, and in his mouth, Bai Qingfeng was like a god.

Zhou Cong was even more depressed, why did all the disciples admit that they were wrong? Or had they never seen the real Bai Qingfeng at all? But how did they know themselves? Zhou Cong smiled: "It seems that I rarely come out, and not so many people know me!"

"Hehe" was broken by Zhou Cong, Hu Fatzi grabbed the sparse hair on his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Look at the clothes of the senior brother are not all black like me, so the senior brother must be noble, and I have seen almost all the noble senior brothers, of course, the one I don't know is the white brother who has been in the limelight recently!"

"Hehe, you're very smart!" Zhou Cong said, but he couldn't help but re-examine Hu Fatzi in his heart, he knew that in this hierarchical Heavenly Sword Sect, not all inferior disciples would have seen high-level disciples. In other words, some low-level disciples will never be able to see high-level disciples in their lifetime.

But Hu Fatzi can know them all, not to mention how he cultivates, his ability to see the wind and steer the rudder should not be underestimated. He couldn't help but clench his fists and said, "Senior Brother Hu"

"Don't, don't!" Hu Fatzi hurriedly waved his hand, but said with a smile on his face: "Senior brother has tormented the villain, although our inferior disciples are said to be disciples, they are actually just miscellaneous servants of the sect, how can they be called so by Senior Brother Bai!"

Zhou Cong nodded and said: "Senior Brother Hu deserves it, Bai likes to make friends, he only asks for affection and righteousness, and he doesn't care about his status!"

Fat Hu's eyes widened suddenly, and he was still overjoyed with indescribable horror, and hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Bai, you can go and inquire, my Fat Man Hu has never stuck a knife in the ribs for my friend......"

Zhou Cong thought to himself, just in time to inquire about the situation of the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect who participated in the big competition from his mouth, and said, "Brother Hu, can you have a drink with me!"

"Okay, good!" Hu Fat Chicken nodded again and again like pecking rice. It is a great honor for an inferior disciple like Hu Fatzi to be able to drink with a senior disciple, and it seems to be even more beautiful than going to the emperor's Jinluan Palace, only to see him following Zhou Cong with high spirits.

Even so, the fat man didn't forget to nod to the black-clothed disciple behind him, who was looking at him with blank eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared!

Walking into Zhou Cong's courtyard, this was tantamount to heaven for the inferior disciples living in groups, and the fat man Hu seemed to have insufficient eyes, looking around, and his mouth kept making smacking sounds.

After three rounds of drinking, Hu Fatzi was slightly drunk, and the words in his mouth increased: "Bai ~ Bai ~ Senior Brother Bai, you say it's not strange, I have never heard of you in the past few years since I entered the Heavenly Sword Sect, but after hearing about you for the first time, you returned to the sect!"

"Oh!" Zhou Cong pretended to be inadvertent, but he kept thinking in his heart, and asked in his mouth: "You really have never heard of me before?"

"Hahaha!" Hu Fat Man laughed and said: "Brother Bai is laughing, I, Hu Fatty, don't dare to say that I am a know-it-all in the Heavenly Sword Sect, you said that there are a hundred masters in the door, and there are a few I don't know, not only I haven't heard of you from anyone's mouth, but even the disciple genealogy of the Heavenly Sword Sect does not have Brother Bai's number!"

"Ahh

None of this is something that Fat Man Hu can answer, Zhou Cong changed his mind and asked about the top 100 masters in Fat Man's mouth.

Hu Fatzi said drunkenly: "Except for you and Senior Brother Wang, the other ninety-eight people are cultivating in the back mountain with the sect master, don't these Senior Brother Bai know?"

"Ahem!" Zhou Cong coughed lightly and said, "This, I haven't seen the rest of the senior brothers since I returned from my travels, and I thought that the Heavenly Sword Sect at this moment was a human being!"

"What senior brother, I heard that everyone, including Senior Brother Wang Qingyu, is your junior brother!" Hu Fatzi argued.

"Ahh

"Senior brother is not drunk, then I will leave!" said the fat man Hu and poured the chicken, duck and fish meat on the table into his arms!

Zhou Cong smiled: "There are so many dishes, can Brother Hu eat them?"

Hu Fatzi's face suddenly froze, and he said: "Senior brother, forgive me, my subordinate disciples can't see any meat all year round, I'll take it back and let them open it!"

Zhou Cong couldn't help nodding at Fat Hu, his impression of Fat Hu suddenly improved, and he didn't expect that Fat Hu, who seemed to be slippery, also had a righteous side. Then he walked over and patted Fat Hu on the shoulder and said, "Brother Hu needs anything in the future, just come to me to get it, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to help you!"

"Thank you!" Hu Fatzi looked at Zhou Cong with gratitude, bowed deeply and said: "Senior Brother Bai, you are a good person, don't believe Wang Mazi, that kid has a bad stomach! Not to mention that he has a backer behind him." ”

"Wang Qingyu," Zhou Cong said.

Hu Fat Man shook his head, he seemed to be drunk, sighed and muttered something out of the door!

He seemed to say, "Blood curse!"