"This is the master of Yaoshan Sword Sect, Wu Feng." Bai Qinan immediately spoke and introduced.

The head of the black saurus pointed, but did not say anything. When she saw the salute, she did not respond at all.

Wu Feng was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the head of Miaoshan Sword Sect was so cold, or that he, the little hall master, did not catch her eyes like this.

When Wu Feng walked away, he found that the Jian Gu, who were also the masters, stared at him one by one.

Wu Feng is at least a person over 30 years old and will not confidently think that he is fond of him.

Most of them wanted to compete with themselves. It was rare that the master of the Yaoshan Sword Sect came to their mountain. These sword aunts who were obsessed with swordsmanship would like to hold their swords to greet them now.

There seems to be another important reason.

They are not very welcome here.

The girl Nan Lingsha who arrived first sat under the white umbrella tent, with fragrant fruits and wine in front of her, and a female disciple was serving her.

Haoye was not treated so well. He basically sat outside, with the wind blowing and the sun shining. There was a glass of the simplest clear water in front of him, and nothing else was left.

Wu Feng looked at his seat again. It was indeed a futon, and hens could hatch eggs on it.

Is there really that big difference between men and women?

Haoye seems to be a person who is not particular about the details. He is wandering around and often sleeps in dilapidated temples. He is already very satisfied with the treatment here, but Wu Feng is a little uncomfortable.

He sat reluctantly on the futon, and the sunlight shone on his eyes, making it uncomfortable.

...

After a while, the female disciple Shao Ying climbed the mountain.

Bai Qinan briefly introduced it. Sure enough, the hall masters and elders all showed some of the ways to treat guests. They personally invited Shao Ying to the noble Bai tent with Nan Lingsha, and were waiting for the female disciples of Miaoshan Sword Sect.

Shao Ying has low seniority and not very strong. She is just a person who makes up the numbers. Seeing Senior Brother Haoye and Uncle Wu Feng sitting in a corner with some pitifulness, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Wu Feng sighed lightly, waved his hand, and signaled Shao Ying to follow the customs. After all, it was on other people's territory, and the whole country was like this...

Not long after, Yun Zhonghe came up.

Bai Qinan didn't even introduce the introduction, and the elders of the Miaoshan Sword Sect were not even interested in the hall master.

Yunzhonghe was confused and then arranged next to Wu Feng. It was also a futon. You can sit whatever you like. When the sun was hot, even in autumn, it made people feel uncomfortable.

Yun Zhonghe dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

"Uncle Master, we have come from all the way and have arrived at the capital. We not only leave us aside for several days without saying it, but finally can go up the mountain, but we don't take us seriously?" Yun Zhonghe lowered his voice and complained in Wu Feng's ear.

"It's not all because we don't take us seriously. Don't you think Shao Ying treats you warmly?" Wu Feng said helplessly.

Yun Zhonghe was speechless.

So, because they are men?

At his place, he doesn't even drink saliva?

On a hot day, Yun Zhonghe's hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

When will men stand up in Miaoguo?

...

I waited for half an hour.

The people from Miaoshan Sword Sect don’t say a word, as if as long as someone doesn’t climb the mountain, they will disdain to communicate with the people from Yaoshan Sword Sect.

"That guy Zhu Minglang won't get lost, right?" Yun Zhonghe said.

"He has lost his sword cultivation, so it may be a bit difficult to read the sword recipe. Let's wait." Wu Feng said calmly.

As he was talking, Zhu Minglang walked up from the stairs on the mountain. He looked at the scene of Miaoshan Sword Sect. Although all the women were pleasing to the eye, they felt a chill that was not allowed to enter the wild person, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Everyone is all." Bai Qinan said.

The girl Xinghua did not go up the mountain and waited in the country with Fang Niannian.

Considering that it is possible to steal the ancient lantern and jade of the gods, it would be better for the sister-in-law of the prophet who has no self-protection ability to not take risks.

"Please take your seat." A female sword girl, who was tightly wrapped around her body, walked over and guided Zhu Minglang to a simple futon placed under the sun.

Zhu Minglang walked straight to the gorgeous white umbrella tent, sat next to Nan Lingsha, took a run of grapes he liked to eat, and did not treat himself as a guest at all.

"Our rule is that men cannot enter the tent or sit on a chair..." At this time, the tightly wrapped Jian Gu said sternly.

Bai Qinan was about to speak, but the head beside her raised his hand and signaled Bai Qinan not to interfere in the matter.

"You set your rules, it is my business to abide by them." Zhu Minglang said.

"Why are you so thick and straight?" the Jian Gu said angrily.

"Your chief disciples are all polite to me. You, a little sword aunt, dare to point fingers here." Zhu Minglang glared at the arrogant sword aunt.

Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, Haoye looked at Zhu Minglang, who was still so arrogant and domineering on other people's territory, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in his heart!

Hard!

"This is Miaoshan Sword Sect, you, a humble man, cannot tolerate being arrogant here..."

"Get out!" Zhu Minglang was impatient and scolded coldly.

Twist, disturbing people's purity.

The little Jian Gu was so angry that her face turned red. Faced with such a person who was not abide by the rules, she had no choice but to ask for help with the only master who did not wear a shawl.

The hall master had a cold face, and he was stern and tyrannical that only those who were in charge of the precepts could be.

"Master Wu Feng, your disciples are so unruly in the sect, and they never control themselves?" asked the Jielu Jian Gu.

"This is my junior brother Zhu Minglang, not a disciple." Wu Feng responded lightly.

I wish you a bright future???

Even the old lady Jian Zun can’t control it!

Besides, if you want to control him, you have to beat him first.

"We have passed on the rules for thousands of years. We will not conduct this swordsmanship exchange before the rules are corrected." said the Jielu Jian Gu.

"There is nothing to communicate with, some old, boring, and no substantial effect of sword techniques. Like you, the self-proclaimed Jian Gu, who thinks that she is still the leader of the Sword Sect, is purely because you are a few people going out and Yelang is arrogant.\u001d" Zhu Minglang said.

Wu Feng was on the side, his eyes almost glaring out.

This is someone else’s territory!

Be more restrained, the elders and sects are present!

"Haha, what a big tone. Over the years, you are the second one who dares to speak out like this in our Miaoshan Sword Sect.\u001d." The master of the precepts came up, driving with a driving force that had to establish his authority.

This is how men do not fight for a day, and they will go to the house and unload the tiles!
Chapter completed!