Yun Chu was silent. Since he said she was the leader of the gang, she would naturally have to act like a gang leader.
Shen Fengchu turned around and looked at Duan Qingfeng, "Gang leader Duan, accept the concession!"
There was no joy and arrogance of victory in his tone, nor was there any pretentious reserve.
Don’t be surprised if you are favored or humiliated!
Duan Qingfeng tried his best to suppress the blood that had rushed to his throat, "Today Duan's skills are not as good as others, but you must remember that my son's broken arm will be repaid twice as much in the future! Disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, Come back with me!"
Duan Qingfeng took two steps forward, pulled out his Green Hornet knife from the ground, put it back into its sheath, and strode towards the lakeside pier where the boat was moored in the distance.
Several Qingcheng disciples had already helped his wife to lift up the injured Duan Shijie, and the others hurried away like a bereaved dog.
Although the martial arts conference has not yet begun, in front of so many people, he has already lost so completely. How can the Qingcheng faction have the face to stay and continue to participate in the martial arts conference?
At this time, the injured young disciples had also been helped up by their respective brothers and sisters, and someone helped them feed them healing elixirs from various sects.
Before, one of the people who had been standing aside and watching indifferently came forward.
This man was as round and fat as a ball, with a bun face, a smile like Maitreya Buddha, and wore a tacky silk gown. He did not have the slightest aura of being the owner of a village, but looked more like a local rich man who suddenly got rich in the countryside.
Facing Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu, Ye Daolin smiled and said, "The visitors are guests. If you don't mind the food and wine in the villa, why not sit in the hall?"
"Master Cult Leader, please!" Shen Fengchu turned sideways and made a respectful gesture to Yunchu.
Yun Chu was not polite, stepped forward, and followed Ye Daolin into the hospital. Shen Fengchu followed her naturally, followed by several Jianghu people who had come out of the hall to inspect with Ye Daolin and Duan Qingfeng.
Fighting in the rivers and lakes is a normal thing. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is normal.
It is much better to have one more powerful friend than one more powerful enemy when you are making a living in the world.
After assessing the situation, almost everyone has wisely chosen not to become enemies with Shen Fengchu and Yunchu.
"Come here!" As soon as he entered the hall, Ye Daolin immediately waved his hand and ordered, "Put a table on the steps for you two!"
In the hall, several tables of banquets had already been set up. Except for the main table, all the banquets were arranged under the steps. Ye Daolin arranged this, obviously because he was very fond of Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu.
"Hmph!" As soon as Ye Daolin finished speaking, there was already a cold snort coming from behind the first table on the left side of the hall, "Latest comers will come first. Master Ye has arranged it this way, but he thinks that we people are not worthy of sitting on the steps. Dinner?"
Yun Chu turned his head when he heard the sound, and raised his lips slightly when he saw the familiar girl sitting at the table looking towards her.
People often say that the road between enemies is narrow, and it seems that this saying is indeed true!
This girl is none other than Lin Luanxiu, the "roast duck" who lost the Fish-Dragon Sword to her in Fengtian City.
The Lin Family Jiange, as one of the Eight Great Masters in the Jianghu, is naturally a character that has never been lacking in martial arts tournaments throughout the world.
Tonight's banquet, they were specially invited by Wanghu Villa, and being able to be arranged first on the left proved the influence of the Lin Family Jiange.