There were disciples from other sects, all dressed in gray, and whispered with smiles on their faces. These words were obviously meant for Yan Teng and the others.

"It is said that this handsome young man is a master of both Xiao and Jian. However, he has only been seen using the sound of the flute to fend off enemies. No one has ever seen him draw a sword. He is very mysterious."

"There are rumors that this handsome young man may be a direct disciple of the Fuyun Sword Sect. The evil cultivators he killed all had grudges against the Fuyun Sword Sect." Someone else said.

"It seems that the direct disciple of Fuyun Sword Sect is not here. Maybe he is actually the buried beauty!"

In the past month, the reputation of Burying the Playboy has grown so quickly. When someone started, it immediately aroused the interest of others.

The head of the Qiu family in the hall was also thinking about it. The funeral of the beautiful young master has been rumored to be a miracle in the past month. If he really came to join in the fun.

The Qiu family's chances of surviving this disaster will undoubtedly be greatly increased.

"snort!"

Yan Teng said coldly: "He's just a pretentious guy. All the evil cultivators he killed were only in the Xingyuan realm. You'd better not offend me, otherwise I will have to take off his mask and slap him hard in the face."

"Lin Yun, the Fuyun Sword Sect, is here to help out on the orders of the master."

Just as Yan Teng finished speaking, a clear voice came from outside the hall.

Fuyun Sword Sect?

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and they quickly followed the sound, with quite curious expressions on their faces.
Chapter completed!