Wen Jingshan stood there, his face turning blue and white, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably. He stared at Gu Qingfeng, his eyes filled with deep anger and murderous intent.
The ancient breeze is silent.
From the beginning, he only said a few words and then he never spoke again. He just sat there, minding his own drink.
Wen Jingshan closed his eyes and took a deep breath secretly. When he opened his eyes again, the anger and murderous intent in his eyes disappeared without a trace. He opened the folding fan with a snap, looked at Gu Qingfeng, and smiled.
Then turned and left.
"Hey, Mr. Wen, your Blue Frost Qingling Wine..."
Ouyang Feiyue shouted, but Wen Jingshan did not turn around or even stop. He responded: "I, Wen Jingshan, will never take back things given to dead people."
"hehe……"
Ouyang Feiyue didn't expect him to say that, so she couldn't help laughing, and then she honestly placed the bottle of Blue Frost Qingling Wine in her hand on the table. She knew that this bottle of wine was reserved for the dead, so it must be.
Seeing that Gu Qingfeng was silent, Ouyang Feiyue stood up, poured a glass from the wine jar of the Millennium Ice and Fire Laojiao, handed it over, and asked with a smile: "Master, why don't you speak."
"I'll let you finish what I need to say." Gu Qingfeng took a sip of the wine, looked at her, and said, "What else could I say."
"Young Master is really good at joking. I saw that Wen Jingshan was disturbing you for no good reason, so I deliberately hurt him."
"Yeah..."
Gu Qingfeng replied lightly, and then nothing more happened.
At this moment, for unknown reasons, a commotion broke out in the venue.
Ouyang Feiyue looked over and saw one person, four or five people running in covered in blood. These people were all deacons of the Yunxia Sect. They had been receiving guests at the door. How come they were covered in blood? Who dares to do so at this time?
Do you want to live at the entrance of Yunxia sect?
A scream came, and then a man flew over and landed on the ground, his flesh and blood mangled and half dead.
This is Zhenren Guangkun, the elder of the Nine Halls of the Yunxia Sect, with a golden elixir cultivation level.
how……
Who is so bold!
Just when everyone was in shock, a cold and arrogant roar came from outside.
"A bunch of losers also want to stop me? They don't know whether to live or die!"
Whoosh!
A figure flashed over. It was a cold and arrogant man in green clothes. He came out of nowhere, his body glowing with dazzling light. He held a long green sword in his hand, and the sword was covered in frost.
Everyone in the venue knew this man. He was Mo Long, a direct disciple of the Nine Halls of the Yunxia Sect.
What is built is a colorful foundation, what is built is a colorful true body, and what is opened is a colorful purple mansion. Not only is it protected by the three-color nature, but it is also extremely skilled in swordsmanship, especially the frost sword in its hand, which is among the best.
It is the best sword and its power is extremely terrifying. With this sword, Mo Long once killed two Jindan masters, and his strength was terrifying.
"Molong! What are you doing!"
Jin De learned that Wen Jingshan had lost face with Gu Qingfeng and was trying to persuade him. He didn't expect that Mo Long would come in just after he left for a while.
"Crazy guy! This is the Yunxia Sect, how can we allow you to be so presumptuous! Get out of here!"
Jin De shouted angrily and used the lion's roar technique.
After all, Jin De is Jin De. He has practiced it for seven or eight hundred years. Although it is an elixir obtained by taking pills, it is also extremely profound. If such a lion's roar skill is used, a surging sound will erupt, which is particularly huge, like a mad lion.
Roaring, deafening.
"Jinder!! You old dog!"
The colorful brilliance around Molong suddenly flashed out, and the three-color natural guardian condensed out. Facing Jin De's lion's roar skill, he was not afraid at all. He stepped on the void, with a face full of arrogance, and said with disdain: "Don't say
This golden elixir of yours is a fake golden elixir that you drank. Even if you cultivate a real golden elixir, what can you do to me?"
Molong is very crazy.
Everyone knew that he even dared to beat his master Shui De, so how could he take Jin De seriously?
"Molong! Get down here!"
Although Jin De's Lion's Roar technique could not do anything to defeat Mo Long, he was not afraid.
"Jin De, who are you, an old dog? How dare you yell at me?"
Mo Long's colorful figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared, he appeared opposite Jin De in an instant. He was holding a sword of frost and wanted to kill Jin De on the spot.
Instantly!
A man appeared out of thin air and blocked Molong's Frost Sword with only a white jade folding fan.
Dressed in green clothes and holding a white jade fan, he is Wenjingshan.
The reason why Jin De was not afraid was precisely because he knew that his disciple Wen Jingshan would take action.
"Wen! Jing! Shan! You! Looking for! Death!"
Molong's eyes were filled with anger, and he was running wildly with the spiritual power in his body. The power of nature in the three colors around him burned like a flame.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Wen Jingshan and Mo Long are not enemies, but they are more enemies than enemies. As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Before Wen Jingshan joined the Yunxia Sect, Mo Long had always been the number one member of the Yunxia Sect. However, after Wenjingshan came, he has always been the leader of the Yunxia Sect.
He suppressed him, and later he even created a gold-colored true body, which completely eclipsed Mo Long.
"Mo Long, I said you are not my opponent, not before, not now, and you will never be my opponent in the future."
Whoosh whoosh!
As Wen Jingshan smiled slightly, the three colors of nature around him condensed out. The difference was that there was an extra layer of gold in his three colors. The white jade fan in his hand suddenly opened, and the golden brilliance flashed.
With a bang, Mo Long couldn't help but retreat.
"Although you are a tricolor, you are just an ordinary tricolor. Nature contains the spirit of nine colors. You are just the most common and bottom layer of color. How can you compete with my golden color!"
Wen Jingshan put one hand behind his back and fanned the white jade fan with the other, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he didn't take Mo Long seriously at all.
"Do you really think I can't do anything to your golden body?"
Mo Long was arrogant and ruthless. At this moment, his face was full of coldness and his eyes were shining with excitement. It seemed that he was not afraid of Wen Jingshan's golden body, but when he wanted to destroy his spiritual power, he was arrogant.
While doing so, a dull voice came from behind.
"Molong, step back."
The very plain voice did not mean to reprimand, nor did it contain any deterrence. However, when Mo Long heard this sentence, he immediately withdrew his three-color nature protection, stared at Wenjingshan, and sneered: "Wenjingshan,
Later I will definitely let you see how I kill your golden body!"
"oh?"
Wen Jingshan let out a light sigh. He knew that there was always an expert behind Mo Long, and he knew exactly who that expert was. He raised his head and looked over. At this moment, from the door of Yunxia Sect, a group of seven people
People are coming this way.
The leader was a handsome man, dressed in a yellow robe. His handsome face was like a crown jewel, his expression was calm, his eyes had a profound look, and there was also a look on the corner of his mouth that no one could see through.
With a smile, he put one hand in front of him and the other behind his back, coming slowly, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, very gentle.
On his left and right sides were two old men, one of whom was smiling but not smiling. Everyone knew him, it was Shui De.
The other one was wearing a gray robe and bowed, and no one knew who he was.
The most surprising thing is that there are four people following him,
It may be four people, but it is more like four mountains. Each one is about two and a half meters tall. They are wearing black robes and wearing single swords. They all have fierce looks. When they walk towards it, their feet are on the ground, shaking the square.