Three extended-length luxury cars, but everyone's attention is not on the cars at this moment. After all, everyone present is from the wealthy families of the imperial capital, and luxury cars are not unusual in daily life.
Everyone's attention was undoubtedly focused on the people in the car.
The first person to come down was an old man with gray hair and a purple robe. He looked to be in his sixties, but he was very energetic.
Everyone also recognizes this person. This person is Yi Guozhang, the current head of the Yi family who is just like Yi Zhongtian!
Yi Guozhang got out of the car first, but did not walk forward. Instead, he walked around quickly and came to a car in the middle. He opened the door of the back seat and pulled out one of them, who had gray hair and beard.
An old man who was older than him came down to welcome him.
When everyone present saw this, they were all dumbfounded, with expressions of surprise and solemnity on their faces.
"Who is that old man in the blue uniform? He can actually make the old man of the Yi family put down his attitude and greet him personally. What is his background?"
Someone at the scene immediately asked. After all, Mr. Yi is a very popular figure in the imperial capital.
The old man with white beard and hair looked very thin, and even the skin on his face was wrinkled. It seemed that he was at least seventy years old.
However, his eyes were scorching with light. The bright sunlight shining on his eyes seemed to have lost their luster.
Tang Feng immediately narrowed his eyes and stared at this person closely, but what shocked him was that even he himself could not see the realm of this old man in blue shirt.
Just from the opponent's eyes, Tang Feng felt a sword energy, like the green pine trees in the mountains, an extremely strong and sharp sword intent.
Tang Feng couldn't help but turn his head, looked at Mao Shiba, and asked in a low voice: "Do you recognize this old man in blue shirt?"
A solemn look appeared on Mao Shiba's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I recognize him."
Tang Feng immediately asked: "Is this person also a member of the Wudang Clan? Is he the Qing Songzi you know?"
Mao Shiba shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Of course not. Although this man is also a member of the Wudang Clan, his status is much higher than Qingsongzi."
After saying this, he paused for a moment, as if recalling the past. After a while, Mao Shiba continued: "This person's name is Jialanzi. Twenty-five years ago, he was an elder of the Wudang Sect. Now I am afraid that he is not the leader of the Wudang Sect.
I’m afraid the status is already extraordinary.”
"Master, can you tell what his level is?" Mao Shiba did not forget to ask at the end.
"I can't see it, I can't see it either. I'm afraid this person is at least above the ninth-level Pulse Opening Venerable realm!" Tang Feng secretly sighed. So far, this person is the best person he has seen except the Black Dragon King.
Strong master.
Just as the two of them were whispering, the old man named Jialanzi slowly got out of the car, and at the same time there was a slightly younger middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty-two years old.
This middle-aged man was dressed in purple and had an indescribable noble air about him. As soon as he walked down, he immediately stepped forward and supported Nagalanzi, his behavior was very respectful.
This was just the luxury car in the middle. As for the luxury car in the rear, although Yi Guozhang also walked over, he did not open the door to greet him.
The person sitting in the car is not as high as Nagalanzi, but for Yi Guozhang to be like this and to have him come to greet him in person, the status of the person in the car is definitely not low.
The car opened almost at the same time, and an old man in green clothes who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, holding a green sword in his hand, slowly stepped down. Next to him, there was also a young man in his twenties or eighties following him.
As soon as Mao Shiba saw this person, his expression immediately became a little excited, and he said to Tang Feng: "The man in Tsing Yi behind is Qing Songzi. I had a pretty good relationship with him in the Wudang Clan in the past."
Tang Feng nodded. Qingsongzi looked about the same age as Mao Shiba, and Mao Shiba himself was forced to leave Wudang when he was an upright young man twenty-five years ago. It is normal to think that he has old roots in Wudang.
things.
Let's look at Qingsongzi in green clothes. Although he is fifty or sixty years old, his body is straight and he is standing with a sword. His person seems to be like the sword in his hand, with a sharp sword intent all over his body.
However, compared to Nagalanzi, this Qingsongzi is much worse. Qingsongzi's aura is fierce and outward, and he is not able to be as restrained as Nagalanzi.
As the saying goes, still water flows deep and loud sounds sound. The more powerful the master, the more able he is to control his own aura.
Although Tang Feng couldn't tell the depth of Nagalanzi, he could see the strength of Qingsongzi. Judging from his aura, he should be around the fifth level of Kaimai.
As soon as Yi Bufan saw the person coming, he immediately ran over and shouted loudly: "Master, you are finally here."
As he spoke, he seemed to be afraid that the people around him would not hear what he said, so he raised his voice a little higher and shouted: "Master, this old man in blue is our Grand Master Jialanzi from Wudang, right?
"
Yi Guozhang immediately said in a deep voice: "Feifan, how can you call Uncle Taishi by his first name? Why don't you hurry up and bow to Uncle Taishi to apologize!"
Yi Bufan immediately raised his hands and bowed: "Uncle Taishi's name is like thunder in my ears. I have been looking forward to it day and night. Now that I can see Uncle Taishi in person, I was so excited that I lost my sense of proportion. I hope Uncle Taishi will punish me!"
The Grand Master's uncle was very thin, as thin as firewood, as if he might have been blown down by the cold wind if he hadn't been supported by the middle-aged man next to him.
However, no one present thought that he could be blown down by a gust of wind. Even everyone present did not even dare to breathe at this moment and just looked at him in awe.
Jialanzi's eyes were level. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was very ordinary. His eyes were even a little blank. He didn't look at anyone, nor at Yi Bufan. He just said two words lightly: "It doesn't matter."
When he said these words, he seemed to be completely weak, as if he would be out of breath if he said one more word.
Yi Bufan originally wanted to say a few more compliments, but looking at the other person's blank eyes somehow made him feel shuddering, so he swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips.
At this moment, Yu Yuanxing endured the severe pain and ran over quickly, shouting angrily: "Father, Grand Master Uncle, you two old men have to make the decision for me."
Qing Songzi's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Xing'er, what's going on? Your hand was actually disabled?"
As he spoke, he hurried forward, stretched out his hand to gently pinch Yu Yuanxing's arm joints, his face completely darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What a cruel method, it broke his veins!"
"Who on earth dared to break my son's arm and make him crippled?"
After the words fell, Yi Bufan suddenly turned his head, pointed at Tang Feng, and said word by word: "That's him, master, that's the person who crippled Senior Brother Yuanxing's hand!"
