In the manor, there is a scene with every five steps and a painting with ten steps. The attic with flying eaves is hidden among the rockery and green bushes. From time to time, servants and maids will pass by, and their eyes cannot help but fall on Zhuo Mufeng.
The four of them passed through several moon gates, and their sight suddenly widened. They saw a huge circular platform built in the middle of the lake not far away, with desks and fruits placed on it. Some people were sitting alone drinking, while others were walking around.
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Judging from the fact that they are all well-dressed and polite in speech, they are probably the second generation Wu and the first generation of Wu from Gusu City.
Xue Shijie straightened his clothes, glanced sideways at Zhuo Mufeng, and strode in front of the four of them to show his dominance. As soon as he passed through the water corridor and stepped onto the platform, someone said in a strange way: "Hey, I thought Xue
Brother is not coming."
The man was short and fat, but had an arrogant look on his face. He led several others to block the way forward.
"Tangre, don't get too complacent too soon, you'll have some good fruits to eat."
Xue Shijie said fiercely.
Tang Re smiled disdainfully.
As the young master of the Golden Spear Sect, he certainly has the pride. Like Xue Yuanfeng, his father Tumblr is also a master on the Earth Spirit Ranking, and is ranked higher.
Over the years, the Golden Gun Sect and the Tahoe Sect have fought openly and secretly for territory and business many times. Each has its own victory or defeat, and both regard the two sides as their biggest competitors.
Therefore, whenever they meet, Tang Re will not miss the opportunity to humiliate Xue Shijie. He has tasted the sweetness in the previous two Wei Dao League gatherings, and I believe this time will be no exception.
The two parties soon broke up on bad terms.
Xue Shijie said: "Brother Zhuo, Tang Re is not scary. What is scary is Li Changqing behind him. Like you, this man also created a gang, relying on the Golden Gun Sect, and making a lot of profits.
His skill with the iron spear is even closer to the realm of transformation. The last time Brother Dongmen fought with him, he only managed to catch thirty-two moves, so you must be careful!"
Obviously, the last time Zhuo Mufeng relied on his boldness and strategy to defeat Dongmen Hidden Rain in one move, did not convince Xue Shijie or even the people of the Tahoe Sect.
In their eyes, even if Zhuo Mufeng was stronger than Dongmen Shelter, he would not be much stronger. He had no 100% chance of winning against Li Changqing.
Zhuo Mufeng nodded and said solemnly: "Don't worry, dear brother, I will never lose the Tahoe Sect's face."
Xue Shijie and the three people walking in front looked at each other and showed strange smiles. What I want is your attitude. No matter whether you win or lose, we will not lose anyway!
The four of them found places to sit down.
After a while, Dongmen Zhanyu and Li Yanling also came. When they saw Zhuo Mufeng, the former snorted coldly, but the latter smiled, seemingly surprised and surprised.
"It's true that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Brother Zhuo is worthy of being a hero with this outfit."
Li Yanling praised.
"Yang Guo can mislead people for a lifetime. I thought, I can mislead people for ten or eight years at most."
Zhuo Mufeng shook his head, with a look of regret on his face.
Li Yanling's smile froze on her face. Even though she was eloquent, she couldn't handle such words. She had seen people putting gold on her face before, but this was the first time she had seen such a completely shameless person.
Xue Shijie and others also had twitching faces, as if they had eaten a fly.
It is rare to see so many people of the same age, Zhuo Mufeng has no stage fright.
In his eyes, these are not people, but moving mountains of gold and silver. As long as they can find a way, the Mozhu Gang will develop rapidly, so he follows Li Yanling to find people to talk to.
This woman is indeed good at dancing and has an exquisite appearance. The young master of the Sanhua Sect, the young lady of the Qiu Yu Sect, and the grandson of the chief shopkeeper of the Linglong Pavilion are all familiar with her.
When they heard that Zhuo Mufeng founded the Mozhu Gang, they all said congratulations, but Zhuo Mufeng could see that these people were just talking perfunctorily.
Li Yanling secretly said: "In the entire Gusu City, there are not a thousand but eight hundred low-class gangs, and they are all from first-class sects. Unless they show amazing potential, they will not waste their time in vain."
Zhuo Mufeng immediately understood what Li Yanling meant. To put it bluntly, those people looked down on him.
This is normal. Firstly, he has no background, secondly, he has no special talent, and thirdly, he has no domineering spirit. He is destined to not belong to the same world. They can say congratulations, which is enough to give them face. Why should they have a close friendship with you?
"Brother Zhuo, I forgive Yanling for offending. Given your conditions, as long as you practice with concentration, maybe within a few years, you will have the opportunity to become a true warrior, develop step by step, and you will definitely be able to gain a foothold in Gusu City in the future.
If you try to take shortcuts, I'm afraid you will be taken advantage of, and the gains outweigh the losses."
Seeing Li Yanling's sudden sincere expression, Zhuo Mufeng was greatly surprised.
This girl clearly saw that Xue Shijie's intentions were impure and deliberately reminded herself that with her character and the relationship between the two parties, it was really not easy to do this.
Of course, this also shows in disguise that Li Yanling also doesn't think highly of herself.
Zhuo Mufeng looked serious: "Miss Li, are you really not considering coming to the Mozhu Gang to develop?"
Li Yanling was so angry that she wanted to punch the person. She felt that what she just said was in vain. It was just a chance encounter. Since the other person ignored her kindness, let him go.
They both had their own thoughts and returned to their seats.
As time went by, more and more young people came, and the atmosphere of this event gradually reached a climax.
However, Wu Yuanyuan and several other founders haven't arrived yet. After all, the big shots are the finale, so it's understandable.
It was almost time to see that the people had arrived. Tang Re, the young master of the Golden Gun Sect, suddenly stood up, his anger dropped from his Dantian, and shouted to Xue Shijie who was not far away: "Brother Xue, today is a gathering of our alliance. It is a rare opportunity. I, the Golden Gun Sect, want to
We are sent to a friendly competition with you, Tahoe, do you dare to accept the challenge?"
The scene gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes were strange.
Regarding the struggle between the two factions, the upper-class forces in Gusu City have heard about it. In addition, the two previous fights between the two parties were very exciting. Therefore, when they heard Tang Re's invitation to fight, everyone was not surprised, but rather looked forward to it.
Xue Shijie gritted his teeth with hatred and said: "I sprained my foot yesterday and am not in good condition, but since it was your brother Tang who invited me, so what if I fight with an injury!"
Someone immediately advised: "Brother Xue, why do you have to force yourself?"
Xue Shijie said: "Do you know what Mamba Mentality is?"
Everyone shouted in admiration and stepped back, clearing a huge open space for the two sects.
Tang Re, holding a copper-plated golden gun, stepped out from the crowd with a majestic momentum. Xue Shijie was no less impressive. His long sword scratched the ground, making a soft clang sound.
The two men shouted at the same time and charged at each other. As their guns and swords continued to clash, little sparks burst out.
Tang Resheng was more powerful, and with a slight twist of his spear, it made a tearing sound. But Xue Shijie was more flexible, dodging left and right, constantly looking for opportunities to defeat the enemy.
Both of them were at the fifth level of Vajra cultivation, and their martial arts understanding was also indistinguishable. After a thrilling and fierce fight, they were covered in sweat and had to end in a draw.
Tang Re couldn't help but sneer. He was not surprised by this result. He didn't want to win anyway, and who didn't know that the real ace of the Golden Gun Sect was behind him.