Feng Ruixunsheng looked up and saw a man who was about forty years old, with a burly figure, rough appearance, dense beard, sitting next to the window on the second floor.

After glanced at the other party lightly, Feng Rui continued to lower his head to drink and eat, as if he had not heard the other party's words.

Being ignored by others, the burly man was embarrassed and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

But before the burly man could speak, his companion beside him slammed the table and shouted sternly.

"The little Taoist priest is rude."

"I have never disturbed you after drinking my wine. How could I be rude? Should I report to you first when I have a meal here?"

Feng Rui couldn't help but pause and his eyes swept over coldly.

At this time, the burly man stood up, bowed to Feng Rui first, and then smiled.

"It was us who disturbed the Taoist priest for dinner. He was Jie Hui on Shu in the middle of the Shu family. This was Song Lu, a member of the Jianghu. People from the Jianghu gave him the nickname Silver Beard. I wonder where the Taoist priest practiced?"

"Duzunbao Jie Hui, Yinxu Song Lu?"

“That’s right.”

"I am so domineering and I am the only one who is the only one, but I don't like it. As for the Yin-Shou Song Lu, I have never heard of it."

Whether it was Jie Hui or Song Lu, his face changed slightly when he heard this.

Feng Rui was disturbed by someone after having a good meal. The cold look that flashed in Jie Hui's eyes might not be noticed, but how could he hide it from his eyes? Therefore, he had no good feelings for Feng Rui.

Song Lu's face became even more ugly, and his tone became colder.

"Little Taoist, be careful that disaster comes from your mouth."

"The Song family is so domineering and majestic. Just because I have never heard of your nickname as Silver Beard, will the Song family be punished by me?"

"Being presumptuous, today I will teach you on your elders."

"Ha! It depends on whether you have that strength."

As the saying goes, if you don’t have a single sentence, don’t make a fuss, and if you can do something, don’t make a fuss. No matter how much you say, you won’t solve the problem.

Song Lu is also a master of the master. Although his strength is only among the middle and lower among the masters, his own silver bearded staff technique is indeed extraordinary and is actually a set of superior staff technique.

The stick was shady in the action, and each move was hard and soft, and it was full of strength. It covered Feng Rui like a waterfall, splashing the energy everywhere, covering the whole audience. The agility and wonderful body movements and the strange and fancy moves were all breathtaking.

"It seems that I underestimated you, but with your strength, it is far from enough to hurt me."

Feng Rui sat firmly at the table, gently flicked the wine glass with his fingers, and three drops of wine splashed out, shooting towards Song Lu's lower plate, waist and wrists.

Song Lu did not expect Feng Rui to have this move. The strength of the three drops of wine was beyond imagination. Song Lu shook his whole body and his movement of waving the silver staff was also stagnant.

Feng Rui moved in an instant, and his figure appeared behind Song Lu, with his right hand pressed on his back, and his magic power surged out and sealed his internal power.

"Let Brother Song go."

"court death!"

Seeing Hui was coming, Feng Rui waved his hand and several wind blades shot out.

The wind blade is extremely powerful, cutting stones and jade, and cutting iron like mud, but Jie Hui is a master of the master after all, and his strength is stronger than Song Lu. The wind blade slashes Jie Hui's body-protecting true energy, which only shocks Jie Hui away and hurts it, and does not cut Jie Hui under the blade as Feng Rui imagines.

"It seems that I underestimate you warriors."

Jie Hui is only a master-level master, but his body-protecting true qi can withstand the wind blade. Can that master-protecting true qi ignore the wind blade?

In this way, the only way he could do to the Grandmaster was the only one who was the imperial envoy, Qinghong Sword, Five Elements Divine Thunder and Tornado Spell.

This made Feng Rui very alert and did not dare to underestimate the warriors in the Tang plane. In addition, close combat is his weakness. Once the great master is allowed to get close to him, he might not be his opponent.

"It seems that we must refine a defensive spirit weapon as soon as possible..."

Feng Rui pondered in his heart, with the defense of defending the spirit weapon, he could not break the defense below the Dan Killing Stage.

As long as he wears a defensive spirit weapon, even if he stands still and lets the Grandmaster cut him, the Grandmaster can't cut him.

The figure flashed and appeared in front of Jie Hui. The magic power surged out to seal Jie Hui's internal power. He carried Jie Hui to Song Lu, and still stood beside Song Lu. Only then did he say to the servant of the Song family who had been stunned and stood foolishly beside him.

"I'll ask Song Que to come and take the people, and I won't wait for it."

“Yes…yes…”

The slaves of the Song family were already stunned. In their eyes, whether it was Jie Hui or Song Lu, they were all top experts in the world, but they did not expect that under Feng Rui, the two of them were captured without any resistance.

The servants did not dare to neglect when they heard this, so they hurriedly left the inn and went back to report.

Feng Rui sat down again, continued to drink and eat, waiting for Song Que to arrive, and seemed not worried about the Song family's revenge.

Song Mansion, Knife Hall.

In the huge space of the Knife Hall, a man stood in the heart of the hall with his back on the door, no weapons were seen on his body, and his body was as tall as a javelin. He was wearing a green and blue robe, and was as majestic as a mountain. His black hair was tied in red on the top of his head. After he was carrying his hands, he had no contours of his facial features and was already arrogant and arrogant.

On each wall, there are more than a dozen treasure knives of different shapes hanging on each side. A huge rock with a shape like a stalagmites against the other end of the door is placed against the wall, dark and moist, and tall, adding another indescribable meaning to the already unique atmosphere of the Knife Hall.

"The other party said so, and asked me to go and pick up people in person?"

“Yes… Valve Master.”

The slave Zhan Zhan replied in panic.

"Is it him..."

After all, Song Lu and Jie Hui are masters. Song Que knows the strength very well, and being able to easily capture the two must be a master of the grandmaster.

There are only so many great masters in the world. According to the slaves, the other party was a Taoist priest in his twenties and wearing a blue Taoist robe. This made Song Que suddenly remember someone.

Not long ago, news came from the Yuwen clan that a Qi training man who claimed to be Taixuanzi and from Piaomiao Peak invited the master of the world to participate in the God of War Catalogue after half a year.

Once this news came out, it could be said to have shocked the world!

The Song family has its own intelligence network. The news just came out of the Yuwen family, and Song Que knew it a few days later.

The information found from the Yuwen Garrison is that the Qi training man who claims to be Tai Xuanzi is very powerful, his cultivation is not inferior to that of a great master, and he also knows various magical powers.

Song Que did not believe in the so-called magical powers before seeing them with his own eyes.

But no matter what, the other party dared to capture Jie Hui and Song Lu in Songcheng, no matter what the reason was, he undoubtedly did not take the Song family seriously.
Chapter completed!