"Defeated!" The ancestor surnamed Hu glanced at Gao Ziqian disdainfully, then took a step forward and flashed to the side.

Seeing that the ancestor surnamed Hu didn't even look at himself more, Feng Buxiu also felt embarrassed. But when he saw that his disciple's morale was high, he suddenly rose up again. Let Gao Ziqian ruthlessly sweep away the face of the Bitter Sword Sect and let out this evil breath for himself!

"Are you asking the sword?" Fang Zhuo suddenly exclaimed, "You're here to challenge?" Fang Zhuo really didn't know anything about the situation of asking the sword. At this moment, after listening to Feng Bu's words, I realized that this red-robed kid was so arrogant that he dared to draw his sword in front of the mountain gate of the Bitter Sword Sect, and it turned out that people were here to challenge Di!

There were already as many as seven or eight Yuan Ying around, and Wang Pinglin, who Fang Zhuo was familiar with, was also among them. As for the Jindan level, it's even more. Hearing someone ask about the sword, even if a cultivator meditates and cultivates all year round, it is inevitable that his breath will ripple and his anger will be faint! So many masters, even if each person faintly reveals a little breath, it is enough to merge into a storm! The disciples below the surrounding Jin Dan can barely bear it, except for a few who are at the peak of foundation building, and the rest of them all feel shaky, like a piece of driftwood in the wind and waves.

However, only Fang Zhuo was not among them. He didn't even feel the powerful aura of the Yuan Infant master in the space around him. This kid smiled, stretched out his right arm, raised the sword in his hand with one hand, pointed at Gao Ziqian and shouted: "Master! Master! But you're obviously following the wrong master! Your master is obviously missing half of his brain, did he tell you to wear a big red dress and carry a sword, and you will become a great swordsman?"

The old man surnamed Hu frowned, why did this young man speak so harshly. He was about to speak, but was stopped by Wang Pinglin, and then Wang Pinglin passed a few words.

"Is it him?" The old man surnamed Hu glanced at Fang Zhuo in surprise, and said, "Why is this kid's mouth so damaged?"

Wang Pinglin shook his head slightly and said, "A very generous young man, he is very open-minded among cultivators. I don't know what he is doing here, as if the master and apprentice have offended him. ”

Gao Ziqian's left eyebrow jumped suddenly! He was only twenty steps away from Fang Zhuo at the moment, and he really wanted to fly over with a sword and stick it in the back of this kid's mouth!

Feng Buxiu was even more annoyed, and said, "We asked the sword to knock on the door." According to the law. What we do is to be upright and upright, and what we seek is to fight in a dignified and upright way, no matter whether we win or lose! The dignified Bitter Sword Sect has always been proud of the righteousness of the sword, don't you invite us into the mountain gate? Also, so many of you elders are here, and you connive at such a boy who lacks virtue to talk nonsense, is this the hospitality of your Bitter Sword Sect?"

said. The power of the Yuan Infant on Feng Buxiu's body unconsciously burst out, and the momentum was rolling, like a wild wave!

"Fart!" Fang Zhuo sword bladed, this time pointing at Feng Bu and scolding!

Wang Pinglin frowned, and was about to open his mouth to stop Fang Zhuo from talking nonsense, but unexpectedly, this time the old man surnamed Hu stopped him.

"Don't act rashly, everyone!" a deep shout rang out in the sea of people's knowledge!

"Hirabayashi. That kid is not in the right condition! Look at him, Feng Xin's momentum is so domineering, it has no effect on him!" The old man surnamed Hu reminded Wang Pinglin: "When I came, they were confronting each other. At that time, everyone in this market was swept up in the momentum of the sword by the sound of the sword. Now that I think about it, this kid is weird, he was actually not affected by the sword. You see, he seems to be in a situation of his own. ”

"Huh?" Wang Pinglin looked at Fang Zhuo in surprise, and suddenly felt a difference from Fang Zhuo's state and qi: "Self-contained?"

Fang Zhuo stood tall with his sword. lit Feng Bu endlessly and shouted: "It's also a loss for you to be able to speak." What is dignified, what asks the sword to knock on the door. Wonderful, wonderful. I happen to be outside the mountain gate, you ask the sword challenge, right? If you want to enter the mountain gate of our Bitter Sword Sect, it's very simple, ask me about this sword first! In the lower Bitter Sword Sect Heavenly Fu Hall disciple Fang Zhuo, you knocked on the door and asked for the sword, which happened to surprise my sword. Asked me about this sword, it's not too late to bring it into the mountain gate!"

Speaking of this, Fang Zhuo smiled coldly: "Do you think that the mountain gate of my Sword Sect can be entered by cats and dogs? If you are here to make friends and have your own good wine and entertainment, and you are here to fight, then draw your sword and kill it! If you can't even fight a little disciple of mine who has been in the house for less than two years, get out of here as soon as possible!"

Gao Zihumil's face was purple, and he immediately had the idea of beheading this guy and entering the mountain gate again.

"Okay, okay, I'll behead you, a sharp-toothed kid, first, and then I'll meet the master of the Bitter Sword Sect!" Gao Ziqian's long sword fell, falling to the ground, and striding towards Fang Zhuo.

Zheng Wanxiong and Mu Lan frowned, glanced at each other, and slowly took two steps forward. The two of them are the deacons and elders of the Bitter Sword Sect, and they have the authority to deal with all the affairs that should be done. Now Fang Zhuo blocked the door, doing a bit of a scoundrel, but he was coming out for the Bitter Sword Sect, and he couldn't say anything. But his strength is really not enough, Feng Buxiu and Gao Ziqian came prepared, naturally not mediocre.

What's more, how well-informed is the news of the Bitter Sword Sect? A great sect like Ao Jian Mountain, an outstanding disciple like Gao Ziqian, is naturally already within the scope of the Bitter Sword Sect's observation. His sword intent inscription is a must in Proud Sword Mountain, as the deacon elder of the Bitter Sword Sect, how can the two of them not know?

The two of them were about to step forward to call Fang Zhuo back, when the teleportation array behind them flashed, and Shen Yue and Zhou Baiping walked out of the hall together.

"Fang Zhuo?!" Zhou Baiping was taken aback when he saw Fang Zhuo standing with a sword from a distance. Shen Yue had already met Fang Zhuo when he walked out of the Mystery Realm, and he still had an impression of this little guy who had gone into the mountains to beg Zhang Zipeng to explore the spiritual root. On the way back from the mystery world, the two talked happily, as if they were old friends.

Both of them were Jindan levels, and the surrounding disciples got out of the way one after another, letting them go to the front. Naturally, someone next to him whispered a few simple words and introduced the ins and outs of the matter.

Shen Yue looked at Gao Ziqian who was walking towards Fang Zhuo, and his face was slightly cold. Zhou Baiping looked at Fang Zhuo and saw that he was as imposing as a cockfighter, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Sister Zhou, you are very familiar with Fang Zhuo, you just tell him to step back. Shen Yue said. He and Zhou Baiping had already set foot in Jindan, and they couldn't come forward to fight on behalf of the Bitter Sword Sect. However, the Bitter Sword Sect is a large sect, and there are so many elites?

Zhou Baiping shook his head and said in a low voice: "Although Fang Zhuo's cultivation is not high, his combat effectiveness is extremely terrifying. What kind of self-humility of this Proud Sword Mountain, I think most of them have to bring humiliation on themselves. ”

Since breaking through the foundation and stepping into Jindan, Zhou Baiping's understanding of kendo and combat has naturally improved to a great level. Her sister recalled the situation when Fang Zhuo swung his sword in the Great Snow Mountain to kill those elite disciples of the Hidden Demon Mountain Villa that day, and always felt that even if she was a Jindan cultivator, she might not be able to win so cleanly!

The higher her cultivation became, the more she realized how terrifying Fang Zhuo's combat power was that day!

Building the pinnacle?

On that day, Fang Zhuo had a sword, and there was more than one foundation building pinnacle that was killed?

Although Zhou Baiping's words were very light, but the people around him were either Yuan Ying or Jin Dan, what kind of powerful people were they? Wang Pinglin and the old man surnamed Hu, including Zheng Wanxiong, Mu Lan and others, had to look back at Zhou Baiping.

Zhou Baiping saw the inquiry in the eyes of the seniors, groaned slightly, and nodded very affirmatively.

Wang Pinglin and the old man surnamed Hu looked at each other and smiled, and the old man surnamed Hu waved his hand slightly, signaling that everyone did not have to interfere.

Gao Ziqian had already come to stand in front of Fang Zhuo at this moment. The sword in his hand was full of energy, and it was obviously an extraordinary treasure. Because Fang Zhuo had been studying refining weapons in ancient times, he was a little vague about the things that were refining now. He didn't care much about it, though. It is enough to know the quality of the opponent's weapon, as for its grade, it doesn't matter to him.

Seeing Gao Ziqian's feet separated, holding a sword, his body began to slowly reveal a mountain-like momentum. Fang Zhuo casually took the sword in his hand, waved his hand and said, "Slow!"

At this moment, everyone present was stunned.

Wang Pinglin couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, and said in his heart: "What the hell is this kid going to do?"

Gao Ziqian had just gathered his momentum, adjusted his breathing, and calmed his mood, but he didn't expect the other party to come all of a sudden. His angry eyes were on fire, and he said angrily: "If there is a fart, let it go!"

The old man surnamed Hu frowned, it turned out that the mouth of this disciple was also quite stinky.

Fang Zhuo waved his hand, pointed at Feng Buxiu and said, "Just now I heard what your master said is vigorous, high-sounding, what do you say to ask the sword to knock on the door, dignified." Also, what did you say that came by the law, right?"

Gao Ziqian held back his anger and shouted, "Nonsense!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Fang Zhuo turned his face abruptly, pointed at him and scolded: "Then I'll ask you! Do you kid understand the rules? What did you say just now that you came according to the law, and now you 0 0 will draw your sword? This is also called understanding the rules?"

In a word, Gao Ziqian's master and apprentice and everyone present were a little confused.

The old man surnamed Hu looked at Wang Pinglin, he didn't realize that Gao Ziqian had anything to do with the rules.

"How are you going?" Gao Ziqian was about to jump up!

"What should I do?" Fang Zhuo looked indignant. He stretched out his right hand and drew a big circle, shouting: "Everyone here has heard it, I have already reported to my family just now, I said, Fang Zhuo, a disciple of the Heavenly Fu Hall of the Bitter Sword Sect." Let me ask you, you want to draw your sword with me, you want to compete with me, which green onion are you? My sword of the Sword Sect subdues demons and subdues demons, but you don't kill unknown people! You don't even understand the rules of the registration number, so why do you ask for a sword?"

Wang Pinglin and the old man surnamed Hu glanced at each other in surprise, and their expressions were a little strange. Behind them, many sword cultivators couldn't help but smile slightly.

Fang Zhuo's words were strictly speaking, not a mess, and reporting each other's family and names before the two competitions was also the most basic rule. Although Feng Buxiu briefly talked about Gao Ziqian's identity earlier, Gao Ziqian should report his name, which is really reasonable.

However, all the old guys knew very well that the reason why Fang Zhuo, a bad boy, was picky about this, in fact, it was more because he was attacking his heart.

Go to war. (To be continued.) )

PS: Lao He insists on silent code words every day, and I hope you can also give Lao He silent support.