Looking at the hip flask in his hand, Ling Tian hesitated a little. Although the fat man seemed harmless to humans and animals, he was a stranger after all, and what a stranger said could not be trusted.
People are the smartest and most cunning creatures in the world. Don’t say it’s a stranger, it’s a friend. Sometimes you don’t know what he’s really thinking, because many things can be disguised. Ling Tian dare not 100% guarantee that what the fat man said is true. He doesn’t know. There is no problem with this wine, so I hesitate.
The rivers and lakes are sinister, and it is always good to serve snacks, otherwise you don't know how to die, no wonder Ling Tian is too worried.
Upon seeing this, Rao Zhijie knew that he was abrupt. He took the hip flask from Ling Tian's hand and sipped his head up and snorted. After drinking, he was fascinated with his small eyes and put out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth. Fine wine, with an exaggerated expression, then stuffed the flask to Ling Tian.
Rao Fatty was so bold and generous, Ling Tian would postpone it if he didn't want it. He took over the jug, and just like the Fatty, he raised his head and opened his mouth to start drinking. However, before realizing the smell of daughter red, Ling Tian coughed up, and the wine poured into his mouth was also vomited out by him.
Seeing Ling Tian's embarrassment, Rao Fatty said with a heartache: "So you don't know how to drink, oh, it's a pity that my daughter is red!"
Ling Tian almost coughed up tears. He didn't expect Fatty Rao not only didn't care about it, but was heartbroken about his wine. He rolled his eyes unhappily, then raised the hip flask and asked to drink again. Around the fat man quickly stopped: "Don't."
While speaking, he grabbed the wine flask from Ling Tian's hand, closed the lid, and hung it carefully around his waist.
"It's really stingy." Seeing the act of Rao Fatty, Ling Tian curled his lips and looked at him with disdain, as if Rao Fatty owed him.
Fatty Rao was helpless, he snorted, then thought for a while, and said mysteriously: "Guess who is the best in this martial arts conference?"
"Thanks to the leader." Ling Tian didn't even think about it, and said casually.
"Wrong! It's not him." Rao Fatty denied directly. He looked at Ling Tian with some suspicion, wondering why his kid carried Xie Yaoyang out
"Oh?" Ling Tian was a little puzzled. He looked at Fatty Rao and asked suspiciously: "Except for those martial arts seniors who have already sealed their swords, who else is Xie League Master's opponent?"
Fatty Rao smiled without answering, deliberately pretending to be mysterious.
"Shadow leader? The first blood? Nether instructor? Or?" Fatty Rao didn't say, Ling Tian had to guess for himself, because apart from the predecessors who have already sealed swords, there are only these three in the world that can fight against Xie Yaoyang. It's just that he thought it was impossible for them to come to the martial arts conference, so he excluded them earlier. It was the attitude of the chubby man that made him boldly speculate.
"Cough cough." Fatty Rao was speechless. He rolled his eyes, coughed twice, interrupted Ling Tian's sex, waved his hand, and said helplessly: "It's not them."
"Who else is there?" Ling Tian felt that Fatty Rao was playing with him. He looked at him with a sharp look and pressed tightly.
Fatty Rao was seen by Ling Tian with goose bumps all over the floor. He couldn't bear the look, and quickly surrendered and said, "The older generation won't make any moves, and those three won't make any moves. It is true that no one is Xie's opponent, but... "
"But what?" Fatty Rao said the first half of the sentence, and then there was no sound in the second half. Ling Tian hated this behavior the most. He always hung his appetite. He had the urge to beat people up.
"Hey, guess!" Ling Tian was eager to see, Fatty Rao had forgotten the horrifying look in his eyes, his proud sex, still owed a beating, continued to sell him.
Time and time again, Ling Tian didn't know what to say. Fortunately, he had a good temper. As a warrior, he was edified by Wuchenzi and had good basic qualities. Otherwise, Fatty Rao would not be unscathed now.
In fact, let’s not say Fatty Rao, Ling Tian also guessed one or two. He is not stupid. After thinking about it for a while, a bright light flashed in his mind, and he found the key core in an instant, but he was very uncertain: "Oh, I know, you Does it mean that the leader Xie won't participate?"
"Clever!" Fatty Rao finally nodded. He couldn't change his sloppy habits. After Ling Tian guessed it right, he showed a teachable look. Rao Fatty's behavior, again and again, again and again, Ling Tian had been forced to get used to it, he didn't say anything, just rolled his eyes again.
Ling Tiandi's contempt did not help Fatty Rao constrain. He saw that Ling Tian didn't even know the news that Xie Yaoyang would not go to fight, which was not a secret. He also guessed a few times before guessing. He was a little proud of him, and he did not wait for Ling Tian to ask , He himself began to introduce it like a bullet:
"I'm telling you, although the leader of the martial arts conference Xie Xie did not participate in this martial arts conference, but his younger brother, the second sword "North Ming Sword" sword master Ji Ziqing, is going to participate. His strength is second only to the leader Xie, except for him. , There is also a "thousand-star hand" who is free from the rivers and lakes. Don't look at the usual solitary travels, no mountains and no dews, no one knows his true strength, it is said that..."
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Fatty Rao was just a chatter. As soon as he opened the chat box, he kept talking non-stop. Ling Tian really didn't know some things, so he listened carefully.
In this way, the whole night passed quickly, Rao Fatty and Ling Tian separated until late at night, and went back to their respective places to meditate and rest.
The night is not long, and dawn comes soon.
When the dawn fell on the earth, the entire Sword Sect was boiling, and the Spirit Sword Square on Broken Arm Mountain was even worse. Many people woke up early. They all walked back and forth, bunches of knots, divided into different camps, all Surrounded by the martial arts platform that the Jianzong disciples had arranged long ago.
Xie Yaoyang and others were no exception. They all got up early, all neatly dressed, and walked out of the back hall of Jianzong one after another, and under the gaze of everyone, they all walked towards the auditorium on both sides. Among them, the diversified and decent sects who can speak the "heads" of the various factions are sitting in the observatory at the lower head, and Xie Yaoyang is sitting on the only leader chair in the upper part of the center.
In addition to decent cults, cults have a place for people with a head and a face, such as the Shadow Sect protector, Flute Owl, Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, Blood Pork, and Xiao Jingteng, the master of Broken Sword Gate. Although they are members of the cult, they are allowed to enter the gate of the mountain. Naturally, Xie Yaoyang did. They arranged seats for the audience.
Originally, in the middle of the night, Lei Zhentian had personally asked Sha Ying and planned to make arrangements for him, but Sha Ying refused, so now Sha Ying and Ling Tian are just mixed in the crowd, not sitting in the audience.
Time passed by, finally
clang
A distant bell rang, and the bells spread all over Jianzong. Upon hearing the bell, Jianzong and the guards of various factions all cheered up. They held the hilt of the sword in their hands and walked back and forth nervously on patrol.
These swordsmen and disciples on patrolling in all sorts of patrols are just guarding against visible enemies. It is the senior masters who are hiding in the dark that really guard the conference. Although everyone can't see them, they do exist. Only Venerable Blood Cloud is one of them to make a shot at a critical time.
Hearing the bell, Xie Yaoyang didn't think about it. He stood up from the leader's chair and looked at the noisy crowd. With a big wave of his hand, his majesty swept across the square, and everyone he saw fell silent. After a lap, Lingjian Square became quiet, and there was no more noisy sound. In this way, Xie Yaoyang said loudly in the anticipation of countless people:
"Everyone, welcome to Chengdu! It's not an honor for me to come to Jianzong, to Brokeback Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference, Xie Yaoyang!"
As soon as Xie Yaoyang's voice fell, there was someone below who answered the conversation, but it was the master of the timelessness. He had no sorrow or joy, said the Buddha's name, and then said in a flat tone:
"Amitabha Buddha, thank the leader for being too Qian, thank the leader for calling, how can I not come? Besides, thank the leader for convening the martial arts conference this time, not for personal matters, but for the entire martial arts. I am a member of the martial arts. Being able to contribute is really our duty, and I am obliged to wait!"
"Thanks to the leader of the world for thinking about the people of the world, I will wait to go through the fire and water!" Ping Xiao also followed.
"Yes, everyone knows that in today's world, the wealthy wolf is in power. I can only fight back and the leader can think for the people of the world. How can I be indifferent?" Chen Mian, the leader of the beggar gang, is also upright.
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The following polite remarks are very exciting. Most of the decent people support Xie Yaoyang. Xie Yaoyang is very satisfied. He directly ignored the silent evil faction, raised his hand again, raised his voice and suppressed the noisy voices and said: "Okay, Everyone."
After hearing Xie Yaoyang's words, the boiling crowd calmed down again. They looked at him seriously and waited for him to continue talking. In the expectation of everyone, Xie Yaoyang's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the crowd below with an apologetic expression, and said with a heavy tone: "Presumably everyone knows that on your way to Chengdu a few days ago, someone attacked you, they I am mad, kill people when I see them, and cause the death of countless heroes in the Central Plains martial arts. I apologize!
With that, Xie Yaoyang bowed down and made an apology to the crowd below. The people below just watched in silence. This is the memory they least want to recall. They tried to suppress the hatred in their hearts and try to control them. Own emotions.
The reactions of the people below were all within Xie Yaoyang’s expectations. After he bent over to apologize, he straightened up, his eyes flashed sharply, and then his voice was loud and powerfully assured: "But rest assured, such a deep hatred, I Xie Yaoyang will not give you a satisfactory answer without investigating it, and will never give up! Whoever did it? As long as I know, I will have to pay for it!"
At this time, Xie Yaoyang, with a murderous look, made people afraid to look directly at him. His words aroused the bloodiness of many people. Some people finally couldn't help but stood up from their seats and shouted indignantly:
"Yes, blood debt is paid!"
After a sound, there were waves on the ground, and more angry voices appeared: "My junior brother died terribly! I must avenge him! I want to kill the murderer without leaving it! I want him to pay for it!"
eye for eye! eye for eye! eye for eye!
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