"Slow!"

A voice sounded high, and a figure appeared in front of the silver-shirted young man like a frightening flash.

This person is better than snow in white, with a beautiful face, and he is the same age as Lin Fan.

There is a green shark scabbard on his waist, and a bright three-foot Qingfeng hanging downside down in his hand, and his cultivation is also a realm of refinement.

It's just that the white cheeks are a little red, and the aura of cultivation is a little fluctuating, thinking that it has just broken through to the realm of refinement, and it has not yet been consolidated in a hurry.

He looked at the Qi cultivation disciples who fell to the ground in all directions, and scolded with some annoyance: "A group of waste, they can't even resist three moves, how can they practice swords."

At this time, several deacons from the outer gate who rushed to hear this turned red, and scolded loudly: "A group of rice buckets, hurry up and disperse for me, don't be embarrassed here."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly complimented the white-clothed young man with a smile on his face: "Wu Qianshu, why did you come here, Gongzi Wu, didn't you hear that you are preparing for the big wedding in March?"

Wu Qianshu ignored the stammering deacon, but said to Hua Manlou with a smile: "But Hua Manlou of the Bright Radiant Heaven Sect, Senior Brother Hua?"

Hua Manlou was slightly stunned before he arched his hand to Wu Qianshu and said, "Yes, the little brother is Hua Manlou, I don't know how this senior brother knows the name of the little brother?"

Wu Qianshu smiled and said: "My father and your father are close friends, I also went to your "Bright Bright Heaven Sect" back then, why is it only a few years, junior brother, can't you recognize my senior brother?"

Hua Manlou thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Look at my memory, it turns out to be Wu Qianshu, Senior Brother Wu, it's okay to be away for many years."

Wu Qianshu grabbed Hua Manlou's hand, walked to the side of the stone steps and introduced enthusiastically to the disciples of the "Bright Bright Bright Heaven Sect" who were watching the excitement on the side: "I am a friend of Brother Hua, Wu Qianshu, my father Wu Changkong is the great elder of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect, and his old man ordered me to receive guests from afar, Brother Hua, you can introduce you to me and introduce you to each senior brother!"

Seeing that Wu Qianshu was so enthusiastic, Hua Manlou couldn't turn his face, so he had to introduce everyone to him.

For a while, some of the tense atmosphere suddenly eased.

Wu Qianshu is already handsome, and his father is the great elder in the Feixian Sect, he is not humble or arrogant in receiving people and things, polite and generous.

Wu Qianshu in front of him was dressed in white and Shengxue, and the witty words in his mouth made the eyes of the junior sisters who were full of flowers flow, and the brilliance rippled.

After seeing that everyone was familiar, Wu Qianshu said: "Distinguished guests, if you want to communicate and learn from you, you can go to the platform of the realm of refinement, where is the food ready to wait for you, here are some waste garbage, don't dirty your hands, if the brothers in the foundation realm want to communicate, you can go to the foundation platform, where is a beautiful woman waiting for a long time, you senior brothers let the beauty wait for the empty wait, I think it is better to follow me up the mountain now."

At this time, everyone is already familiar with it, and no one objects.

At this time, Hua Manlou shook off Wu Qianshu's palm and snorted coldly and said: "Back then, there was a disciple in your Feixian Sect, and just the transcendent peak made the unworldly disciple of my "Bright Bright Heaven Sect" helpless, and the younger brother didn't want to emulate that person from the beginning of Qi cultivation to the realm of refinement, presumably Senior Brother Wu would not object, right?

Wu Qianshu's face was a little gloomy, and he was a little annoyed by Hua Manlou's thin face, but he thought about it, wasn't the person Hua Manlou said was Lin Fan! Back then, his father had shed a lot of legends for Feixian Gate, and he heard that his father Wu Changkong had said that Lin Luochen made a big fuss about the "Bright Bright Heavenly Sect" back then, and now it was a good thing to use Hua Manlou's hand to hit Lin Fan.

So his face was embarrassed, and he pretended to be indignant and said loudly: "The person you said is surnamed Lin, called Lin Luochen, if you want to say that he was also a genius of my Feixian Gate, but unfortunately his son Lin Fan is the shame of my Feixian Gate, he has practiced Qi for many years and has only cultivated at the third level, and now I heard that he is a mortal who has no cultivation at all, do you want to use this to insult me Feixianmen?"

Wu Qianshu didn't know that Lin Fan was tricked into the Demon Suppression Tower by his father, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel, and said: "Lin Fanke, the senior brother of the "Bright Bright Heaven Sect" wants to learn from you, if you don't have the guts, get out of here, but if you really want to do it, don't fall into your father's prestige during his lifetime and lose the face of my Feixian Gate."

Several deacons on the side also hurriedly shouted: "Lin Fan, you are a waste, hurry up and kneel down to beg for mercy from the genius of the "Bright Heaven Sect", don't delay the time of Gongzi Wu and all the distinguished guests."

Hearing such harsh words made countless Flying Immortal Sect Qi Cultivation disciples feel a chill, and everyone looked at the dozen or so people who fell to the ground and could not be treated, and their momentum was extremely low.

"Zheng"

With a sword roar, Guo Jiaxing, who fell to the ground, supported the ground with a long sword, and stood up with a swaying body.

As the sun set, he clenched his pitch-black sword with his pale palm and pointed it at several deacons who were still chanting.

Thick lines of blood flowed at the corners of the mouth, staining the bluestone floor red.

He tried his best to straighten his waist, looked up at the majestic Immortal Mountain, and said sonorously: "This is the Immortal Mountain, it is the Flying Immortal Gate, you dare to humiliate my outer disciple Lin Fan in front of countless disciples, can you see my Outer Gate in your eyes, but you can see the Immortal Mountain Flying Immortal Sword Sect in your eyes?"

Guo Jiaxing's sonorous words made the eyes of countless disciples shine, he walked to the stone steps with difficulty, looked at the monk of the "Bright Bright Heavenly Sect" and said loudly: "Outer disciple Guo Jiaxing is here, but someone dares to fight with me."

His resolute figure caught the eyes of countless disciples, and one by one the long swords were unsheathed and pointed straight at the sky, and a roar resounded in the Immortal Mountain.

"Raise the sword in my hand and fly into the clouds".

The shouts of countless disciples were like waves, which made Mei Hanxue, who was standing on top of the green pine, breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

It's not that she doesn't want to make a move, it's just that the other party only uses the cultivation of Qi to challenge, which is not an exaggeration, but fortunately, there are not all wastes in the outer door, this Guo Jiaxing is very dignified, which makes the sluggish atmosphere high again.

Guo Jiaxing raised the long sword vigorously, as if he was already a sword god.

At this moment, a voice drowned out a tidal roar.

"Can you please let Jean, you stepped on my shoes!".

Although the voice was not loud, it was clear to every disciple.

Guo Jiaxing's face froze, and he slowly withdrew the long sword he was holding high, and a pale but somewhat flushed face showed a hint of embarrassment.

He looked down and saw a young man with his whole body **, only his waist covered by a few wide leaves, squatting on the ground, looking at a pair of linen shoes under his feet with some joy.

The young man's body was as white as jade, but his whole body was covered with scars, his arms and chest muscles were high and bulging like iron balls, and a big sword with the thickness of a bowl was tied diagonally to his back with a black python tendon.

Guo Jiaxing's eyes were red, and he muttered, "Lin Fan."