After receiving the silver token, Ximen Lang officially became the master of the family's back hall and occupied a place in Huamen.
Nie dared to be the leader, but when the Eastern Han Dynasty saw that the situation was over, most people supported the other party as the leader of the hall, so they all kept their mouths shut and did not dare to speak anymore for fear of causing public anger.
After the ceremony for his promotion to the hall master, Elder Feng held a celebration banquet in the back hall to entertain the leaders. In order to avoid the recurrence of the situation where the two hall masters Nie Ying and Nie Ying were crowded out at the last banquet, there was only one banquet table in the back hall.
huge round table
It was filled with delicacies from all over the world, and twenty people could sit next to it. Everyone sat around, noisily drinking and eating. However, no one paid attention to Nie Gandang and Ying Donghan who were sitting together. At this time, the two of them were completely attracted by the other people.
The leader was isolated.
The meal of a group of reckless heroes is also very unique. There is a plate of roast chicken in the middle of the table. I don't know what kind it is. It is oily and big. It has a strong aroma, but it is difficult to get rid of it.
The bloodthirsty professor Pan Juji glanced at the long sword carried behind Master Juechen next to him. He got an idea and suggested: "Master, this plate of roast chicken looks delicious, but the whole one is inedible, please."
Just go ahead and chop it into pieces."
Master Juechen nodded indifferently, raised his right hand, and the long sword behind his back was suddenly unsheathed, like a silver rainbow passing through, falling on the roast chicken, the shadow of the sword shook, and then it was inserted back into the scabbard with a swishing sound.
Looking at the roasted chicken, the plate below it had also turned into eight petals and was evenly decomposed, and everyone cheered.
Ximen Lang was surprised. This old nun’s swordsmanship was so good. No wonder she was one of the Eight Great Swordsmen of China. She had a good skill! He stretched out his one-foot-long silver-inlaid ebony chopsticks and said, "Let me try it."
How does a sword-cut roast chicken taste like?"
When the ebony chopsticks were about to touch the chicken legs, Master Juechen snorted coldly, "What a beautiful idea!" Suddenly, the long sword was unsheathed again, and the silver light slashed at the chopsticks in Ximen Lang's hand, and he yelled: "Look, what are you doing?
I don’t have the ability to eat.”
This old nun is really savage!
Ximen Lang secretly cursed in his heart, flipped his wrist, caught the falling sword with his chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Master, don't be so stingy, I just eat a piece of chicken, as for you to pull out the sword?"
Master Juechen said coldly: "If you want to eat chicken, you have to pass my level first..."
Ximenlang chuckled and said: "Why, you are not a chicken."
Everyone's hearts trembled, he was so brave, he dared to talk to the cold-blooded master like this, awesome!
Master Juechen's face was already covered with frost, and now she felt even colder. She said angrily: "You are rude, let's see how I deal with you." Her right hand shook, trying to break free of the sword from the shackles of the chopsticks.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't lift it up. The chopsticks clamped tightly on the sword like iron pliers, preventing it from moving.
Ximen Lang sneered and said, "You won't let me eat, but I insist on eating. Let's see what you can do?"
In an instant, the chopsticks let go of the long sword they held, poked the plate diagonally, picked up a chicken leg, and then retracted it.
"Where are you running!" Master Juechen yelled, turning his sword around and slashing at him diagonally, as if he would not stop until he cut off the opponent's chopsticks.
Her sword was so fast. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the long sword and the chopsticks was less than an inch. Just when everyone thought that Ximen Lang's chopsticks would be cut off by the long sword.
"Peng!"
Ximen Lang slapped the table with his left hand, Hunyuan Zhenqi spread all over the round table, and the dishes all over the table jumped up. The long plate next to the roast chicken contained a braised bighead carp, which was two feet long. This was because
The fish has an extra-large head and is commonly known as the fat-headed fish. The head of this fish is about the size of a sea bowl. When it jumps up, it slams against the long sword, knocking the long sword to the side.
Taking advantage of this gap, Ximen Lang pulled back the ebony chopsticks like lightning and placed the chicken legs on the plate in front of him.
This skill was extremely beautiful, and everyone present was dazzled and cheered loudly.
"Brother Ximen is so good. He grabs a chicken leg with a sword. It's amazing."
"What a great effort! Absolutely amazing!"
Master Juechen did not expect that she could not do anything to the opponent even though she drew her sword to stop him. She was so embarrassed that her face turned livid and she said angrily: "You are seeking death!" In anger, she stood up in a hurry, the sword in her hand flashing with cold light.
Stab Ximen Lang in the chest. Now it's not about the chicken legs, she wants to kill him!
Everyone was shocked. What happened? What was just a dispute about not being allowed to eat chicken turned into a life-and-death battle in such a short time!
Ximen Lang frowned and cursed in his heart. This old nun must be too irritable. Could it be that the old nun is holding it in? She, mother, actually wants my life! In desperation, he flicked his left index finger.
, an iron ball shot out, hitting the sword blade with a clanking sound.
Although the iron bead was small, the round palace it carried was extremely deep. The huge force caused the long sword to lose control and swing to the right.
Sitting in that position were Nie Gandang and Ying Donghan. They were overjoyed when they saw Master Juechen and Ximen Lang arguing. They hoped that the former could give the latter a break and kill Ximen Lang's little boy with one sword.
Fate. Unexpectedly, extremely happy
In grief, the long sword in Juechen Master's hand struck the two of them diagonally under the impact of the iron ball. They screamed in fright and hurriedly leaned back, falling to the ground with their chairs.
In such a state of embarrassment, Fang dodged the sword.
All of this happened in an instant, with many dishes still hanging in the air and not falling. Ximen Lang quickly swung his ebony chopsticks in the air, caught a piece and flung it out onto the plate in front of him, making everyone dazzled.
In the blink of an eye, the other seven pieces of chicken flew over and landed on the plate in front of Ximen Lang. What was even more amazing was that the eight pieces of chicken were tightly combined together to form the original appearance of the whole chicken, except that there were several small slits on the chicken.
, and even won thunderous applause from the crowd.
The sword in Master Juechen's hand was hanging in the air. He was surprised to see Ximen Lang's superb martial arts. He knew in his heart that her strength was far inferior to hers. If she continued to mess around, she would only bring humiliation to herself.
Elder Feng saw the awkward look on her face and thought he should find a place to step down. He said with a smile: "There are many talented people in Huamen. Just now Master Juechen and Master Ximen performed for everyone. It was very exciting. Okay,
Everyone, please sit down."
In this way, she finally gave Master Juechen a step down. She sheathed her long sword with a flick of her wrist and sat in her original seat with a straight face.
Nie Gandang and Ying Donghan stood up from the ground in disgrace, lifted up their chairs and sat down again. They scolded Master Juechen's eighth generation ancestor almost a hundred times in their hearts, but they did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on their faces.