Su Hang laughed dryly, he was not stupid, "No matter what kind of grudges, Qin Xin Zhenren has passed away now, no matter how big the grudges are, it should be resolved. What does he mean when he appears in Emei now?"

Xue Xuan shook her head and sighed in a low voice, "I had known that Emei wouldn't have come this time."

It is said that there was a sect in western Shu that injured a disciple of Uncle Feng Zhong. Uncle Feng Zhong had a sword alone and destroyed the sect. Even a few people who visited relatives in that sect were not spared. This person's methods were really vicious and he didn't recognize anyone when he started to be angry. Xue Xuan regretted coming here.

While talking, Master Qingjing had already walked down the stone steps and looked at Uncle Feng Zhong with a blank expression, "Senior, I'm afraid I've come to the wrong place. Today is the Emei Tea Party. I still have to discuss with everyone, and receive it without flaws."

The meaning is very clear. You can go back wherever you come from. Everyone around them exclaimed in surprise. The sword demon in front of him is a super powerful existence in the Wuzong realm. Master Qingjing dared to speak to him in this tone. You are right.

I have long heard that the sword demon Feng Zhongshu and the former head of Emei, Qin Xin, had a grudge that was unknown to outsiders. It seems that the rumors are true.

"It's okay, since it's a tea party, I'm caught up with it, so I naturally have to have a drink." Uncle Feng Zhong is typical of a very thick-skinned person.

He took the two young men to a tea table and was so desperate that it was Sima Yu. With just a look, Sima Yu immediately stood up and gave up his seat, not even daring to raise his complaints.

Master Qingjing had no choice but to be so domineering. After all, the opponent's fist was too hard, so he quickly asked his disciples to re-set Sima Yu.

After Uncle Feng Zhong sat down, the whole audience was silent, and the originally lively atmosphere never returned, and everyone was buried in their heads. No one spoke.

"Didn't you talk about the theory? Why isn't anyone talking?" Seeing that the theory conference was about to be ruined, Uncle Feng Zhong suddenly spoke.

As soon as this was said, everyone was complaining, with such a big demon sitting next to him, who would dare to speak? They all wanted to end the Dao Conference so that they could go down the mountain and leave this dangerous place.

After the words fell, no one answered. In such a huge square, I could only hear the sound of the howling mountain wind.

Qingjing didn't know the intention of Uncle Feng Zhong to come to Jinding, and it was difficult to speak. Judging from this situation, the tea party must have ended hastily and was about to announce the end of the discussion, but Uncle Feng Zhong spoke again.

"Why do you have to be restrained? I haven't been out for many years. Today I happened to want to see some outstanding figures in the martial arts world in Shu. Why not, Qingjing little girl, come and introduce me to me?" Uncle Feng Zhong said to Qingjing.

Qingjing frowned and had a dark face. I don’t know how much hatred she had, so she obviously didn’t want to pay attention to him.

The atmosphere was frozen for a while, and everyone was afraid that Uncle Feng Zhong would suddenly get angry. If this suddenly hurts people, there would probably not be many people on the entire golden top.

"Ahem!"

At this time, he coughed and looked in the sound, but saw Huitong, the fat monk in Vajra Temple, standing up.

Awesome, it’s still a ox in Vajra Temple. If you dare to stand up at this time, everyone will be silent. But this fat monk dares to stand up and is worthy of being a Taoist monk.

As everyone looked up, the fat monk Huitong folded his hands together and bowed to Feng Zhongshu, "Since today, the various sects in Shu are discussing the truth, I am just an outsider, so it is not convenient for me to stay for a long time."

As he said that, the fat monk turned to Jingkong and bowed, "Master, there is still something important in the temple. I will leave first and make an appointment next day!"

I'll wipe it!

As soon as the fat monk said something, he almost fell to the ground. He thought he would speak up for justice, but unexpectedly he wanted to run away. This fat monk is really the best.

They all looked up at each other, but after hearing the fat monk's words, they were a little amused and crying.

Seeing this, the others also had the intention of getting up and saying goodbye. It was really scary to sit in this place.

"You are from Vajra Temple, are you?" Before Jingkong could reply to Huitong's words, Uncle Feng Zhong spoke first.

The fat monk paused his steps to evacuate and quickly bowed to Uncle Feng Zhong again, "The Little Monk Vajra Temple Chuan Gongtang Huitong."

"As a member of Hui?" Uncle Feng Zhong paused, "You are leaving just now. What do you mean? Is this old bone so unpopular?"

The fat monk stopped and his whole body shook for a moment. It was obvious that he was frightened by Uncle Feng Zhong, so he quickly sat back in his seat.

Seeing this, everyone in the field did not dare to say anything and left. They had to sit honestly, making the devil angry, and no one could escape the benefits.

"Whoever is surnamed Feng, what do you want to do?" Jingkong became a little angry. At first, he called out senior, but now he called him his name. However, an uninvited guest came to the Emei Tea Party. The good atmosphere was disturbed, and the face of the Emei Sect was lost. How could she not become popular?

Uncle Feng Zhong smiled indifferently, "Everyone present today should be the martial arts elites in Shu. He dare not say a word, which really disappointed Feng. With Feng here, he has to continue discussing the truth. Today, Feng happened to bring two juniors here. Why not everyone talks about the truth by martial arts?"

"ah?"

As soon as Uncle Feng Zhong said this, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and their faces were pale. Sure enough, this is the highlight. After all, it's still a fight!

"Since you are talking about martial arts, you should have some good luck." Uncle Feng Zhong smiled slightly, "Feng has traveled all over the world in this life, and has left a lot of fame and countless infamous names with the Eighteen-Road Sword. The lottery I gave is the Eighteen-Road Sword Sword Technique."

As he said that, Uncle Feng Zhong took out a quaint booklet from his arms and gently placed it on the tea table in front of him.

"Hiss..."

Everyone took a breath. The old man actually took out all the skills he had in mind. What was he trying to do?

"Let's play a game." Uncle Feng Zhong smiled softly, took an ancient long sword from a disciple behind him, reached out and touched it, and glanced at everyone, "Play a game of beating a drum and passing the sword. I'll beat the drum. When the drum sounds broke, whoever is this sword appeared in his camp, he sent a young disciple to fight. If he wins, Feng will give it to him, but if he loses, please give it to the secret book of the Youth Sect."

"Ah?" The mouths opened wider. It turned out that the devil was making this idea.

He wants to collect secret books from various sects in Shu? What is he doing to collect secret books?

"How is it? Everyone? Are there any objections?" said Uncle Feng Zhong.

His eyes swept around and no one dared to speak. Does anyone dare to object in front of such a great master?

If there is any objection, only Jingkong dares to object, "If you have the surname Feng, don't go too far."

"Little girl Jingkong, it's better to know a little bit of a matter of speaking to your elders. I won't care about you in front of your master, but if you want to talk more, I will clean up the door for your master." Uncle Feng Zhong said lightly.

"you……"

Jingkong had a three-point anger on his face, and his fists were clenched tightly, but in the end he could only endure it. The other party was too strong, and she dared not take the entire Emei Sect for adventure.

"Then let's start now."

Uncle Feng Zhong's mouth bent a little curved, put his left hand on the table, and gently knocked it. At the same time, he handed the long sword in his hand to Huitong, the fat monk next to him.

Huitong's face changed drastically, as if he was receiving a hot charcoal flower in his hand. He turned around in a panic and wanted to hand it to the next person. However, when he turned around, the seat next to him was empty and there was no one.

The one sitting next to him was Su Hang, who was alone, not a force, and did not want to get involved in this matter. Therefore, when Uncle Feng Zhong talked about the rules of the game, he escaped with Xue Xuan, hid at the end, and became a calm bystander.

Uncle Feng Zhong closed his eyes and knocked his fingers on the table. Although it seemed to be a light button, the sound was extremely loud. Everyone present could hear it, as if it was knocking on everyone's heart. Huitong blushed and her adrenaline surged. She was afraid that the sound would break, so she quickly threw the sword in her hand out.
Chapter completed!