A contemptuous and indifferent voice came into my ears, and the audience was almost boiling!

Countless monks were shocked and thought they had heard it wrong.

Zhao Wuxie, who was still smiling just now, suddenly froze, and then he was angry and angry, but you were confused? He came to the door to say this. Are you planning to destroy the family without asking about it?

Song Qianji, who was standing opposite, was confused, wondering if he was here to seek revenge? He also looked back at his senior brother and the head of the sect.

Other immortals have no idea why this young swordsman has such a tone of such a rush. How much hatred is this?

Among all, Bao Xiangyang in the corridor was a little shocked, nodded and muttered:

"Well...this smells right."

The female cultivator Yahe next to her heard the words and said inexplicably:

"What's the right thing?"

"Masculine!"

"Pooh"

Yahe blushed and spitted, but nodded again: "Yes."

Bo Yezi also nodded: "It's so domineering. If I don't die today, I can't help but recognize this son as my son-in-law."

"This child probably said, are you worthy?"

“?!”

"I didn't target my brother, I just stated the facts. I, Bao Xiangyang, have never seen such an arrogant young man in my life..."

...

With the words "Are you worthy?", the atmosphere outside the Sword Gate was half fanatical and half in silence.

Under the Panlong Wall, several of his sects were silent and looked at the elders of Luojian Mountain.

The smile on the head Xue Yuanxia instantly turned into hidden anger, but in full view of everyone, he quickly calmed down.

Han Song next to him guessed who this guy was through this inhuman arrogant attitude, and took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"Children Huangkou, please pay attention to the occasion when speaking. Just this sentence, I will kill you on the spot from the sword mountain, and no one will say a word."

The monks present had no doubt about this.

When you come to the door to ask for the sword, it means "asking advice, and exchanging ideas". No matter how big the hatred is, holding this reason, the other sect will not beat you to death in public; if you accidentally beat you to death, it means that your skills are not good, you cannot be free to control and relax, and you still have to be rescued.

And the white-robed swordsman's sentence "Are you worthy?" is too much, and it is no different from declaring war.

Even if the other party comes out and kills you, no one will gossip. After all, they all come to the door, and they can't ask the other sect to fight according to the rules.

If there weren't many people today, Luo Jianshan would have to pay attention to the posture of the wealthy family, and he would probably have beaten the white-robed swordsman half to death on the spot.

Everyone thought that after the warning, the white-robed swordsman would restrain himself.

But what is shocking is that the white-robed swordsman ignored Han Song and looked directly at the head of Xue Yuanxia, ​​who was sitting in the main seat, and said tepidly:

"I came here today to see what kind of sect can teach the market to provoke, suppress people, and kill the scum of the robes. Even if you don't feel ashamed of doing such a scandal, if you want me not to take my anger on the sect, the commander must come out to apologize, right?"

“Buzz…”

What's the thing?

There was noisy under the stage, confused and shocked.

Some monks who came from Thunder Cliff remembered something, but the shock in their eyes remained unabated.

They thought that "Zuo Ci" would kill someone, and that the timid would escape, and the courage would block outside the market.

But unexpectedly, this swordsman who came out of nowhere was not satisfied with his life, and even ran to Luojian Mountain to make his master apologize! What kind of courage does this mean? Or is it a reckless man?

Many people didn't understand why, so they asked around. The monks who knew about the conflict in Duobaotan quickly began to explain to the people around them, and the scene was noisy.

Under the Panlong Wall, Xue Yuanxia's expression was still dull even though he was furious.

The conflict in Duobaotan is nothing, but Han Chupeng's killing his guard to survive is really criticized. After all, the evil ways that can do such things are all scum that everyone despises, not to mention that Luojianshan is still a famous and upright faction.

This matter is not easy to make a big deal, Xue Yuanxia said directly:

"It seems that my friend is here to mess around. Report to the house and don't hurt the harmony among the elders."

The white-robed swordsman's aura was so arrogant that no one believed him. He was just a mediocre casual cultivator, and he must have a backer behind him, of course, he really did.

So Luo Jianshan was furious again and had to ask clearly and take action.

But when Zuo Lingquan came out of this trip, he understood what he wanted to do. If he wanted to be friends with Yutang, he could not become a young eagle under the wings of the ancestor.

So Zuo Lingquan had no intention of reporting his family. Today he was the lonely crane that fell from the sky into the mortal world, protecting his wings with his sharp beak and sharp claws:

"It is the fault of the teacher if you don't teach strictly. Han Chupeng did such a despicable behavior, and it is hard to escape the blame for falling to Jianshan. You admit your mistakes and apologize, clean up the door, and write off this matter. If snakes and rats hide each other in a nest..."

Smack

A crisp sound.

Xue Yuanxia was so angry that he slapped the handrail and said in a deep voice:

"Children Huangkou, are you sure you won't report to your family?"

The monks in the audience were silent, and they didn't expect that the white-robed swordsman had reached this point.

What if Luojianshan is unreasonable?

The rules and principles of the path of practice are supported by fists. Even if people know the mistake, they will clean up their own doors privately and tell you that you have been fulfilled by benevolence and righteousness, and it is the turn of outsiders to point fingers?

Not to mention that he would bow his head to outsiders in public, even a sect would not agree.

In the edge corridor, Bao Xiangyang was frightened. Even though he knew that the background of "Zuo Ci" was unfathomable, he felt that it was too risky. This was simply not to regard Luo Jianshan as a human being.

Bo Yezi shook his head repeatedly: "This kid is too frivolous and doesn't know that the world is so strong that he should carry the commander out after he says harsh words. If he doesn't report to the master, is he really going to die?"

"yes."

...

Everyone on the field was worried about the white-robed swordsman, and the same was true in the stone pavilion in the distant mountains.

Old Dao Wu and his apprentice Lu Qing all turned pale. They stood behind the old Daoist and spoke:

"Master, why don't you express your opinion? This person has met me once..."

The old Taoist wearing a lotus crown had a plain expression:

"No need. Luo Jianshan asked his family twice, which showed his guilt. If it were Zixiao City and Jue Jianya, they would go out with one sword. No matter who your master is. This kid is smart, he doesn't tell the truth, and his talent shows are more fearful than others. It depends on his ability, and he can breathe this tone."

...

On the sword platform, Zuo Lingquan's expression did not change much from beginning to end. When he heard Xue Yuanxia's questioning, he raised his head slightly, revealing a hint of contempt:

"Lujianshan regards himself as a wealthy family, and is known as being the two heroes of Juejian Cliff. I have repeatedly asked me to report to my family. Could it be that if I am ready to admit my mistake if I can't afford it, and if I can't afford it, I will be silly and despicable?"

"Wow"

This is the place where the whole place is restless.

This sentence hit the pain point of Jianshan, almost causing the sword heart of the elder of the head under the Panlong Wall to collapse.

Xue Yuanxia's face was gloomy, she held her hands tightly, suppressing the urge to go out and kill this guy directly, and said angrily:

"What is the skill of a sword? Swordsman speaks with a sword? Thousands of martial arts!"

Luo Jianshan was in the wrong place in Duobaotan, and the more he argued, the more embarrassing it. If he wanted to block this broken mouth and convince the public, he could only beat the other party so hard that he did not dare to say a word.

However, in front of everyone, Xue Yuanxia was furious and could not have rushed out in a swarm, losing the demeanor of the wealthy family. He asked Song Qianji to come up and teach the other party a lesson, so he could also find out the other party's background through sword skills, talent, etc.

On the sword platform, Song Qianji saw that the other party was so arrogant and felt a little guilty. In order to prevent him from kicking the iron plate and hitting him to death, Song Qianji asked first:

"What kind of Taoism do you do?"

"puff……"

A sneer came from the monks watching, feeling that Song Qianji's brain was not good.

People come here to smash the signboard, but they are not here to ask about sword competitions, so what kind of Taoism can be reported? Just go down with guilt.

Some monks from Yuyaozhou were dissatisfied with Song Qianji's arrogance for a long time, and a few bold ones spoke:

"Song Jianxian, if you feel guilty, you will change someone. It is not easy for you to draw a sword like this."

"yes……"

...

Song Qianji was really calm:

"Song is only a hundred years old. Although he is the junior uncle of Luojianshan, he is almost the same age as his disciples. It is natural to ask his opponent for his Taoism."

In the audience, Zhao Wuxie opened his mouth and thought about it and just said nothing, with a strange expression.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes turned back to the sword table, his voice calm:

"Let Han Song come out. He is elder Han Chupeng. He wants to use a sword to reason. If he deserves to come, you are not worthy."

“…”
To be continued...