"Brother Zeng Wen's name is like a thunderous ear, today I saw how it is different from the rumors." Feng Jue said indifferently.
There was doubt in his tone, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Jiusheng's face.
It is really difficult for such a person to associate with the famous Lin Jiusheng. After all, it is rumored that Lin Jiusheng kills the emperor and cultivates the realm like a dog.
It also basically killed the Emperor Cultivation Realm of the Flower Feather Sect, but now it seems that the mid-Emperor Cultivation Realm's strength, even in such a sky-defying state, would not kill the Emperor Cultivation Realm like slaughtering a dog.
The prosperous Huayu School is the third-class sect. If given a hundred years, it is likely to reach the second-class sect.
But such a sect was directly destroyed by Lin Jiusheng, let alone the Huayu faction becoming a vassal of Jianzong.
Lin Jiusheng checked the drink, and after he had not poisoned him, he picked it up and took a sip and said, "I don't know what the rumors are outside?"
"It was said outside that Brother Lin's killing the emperor's cultivation is like killing a dog, I don't think it is necessarily." Feng Jue said lightly.
"It's not necessarily." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
Although listening to Lin Jiusheng say this, Feng never dared to look down upon Lin Jiusheng.
If there are a few people rumors, then he must think it is just bragging, but if it is spread by thousands of people, this kind of rumors have to be serious.
Li Xunxian had seen Lin Jiusheng's ability, and judging from his strength, killing the emperor's cultivation realm is like killing a dog, which is really true.
"I don’t know if your school invites Brother Lin to come over, do you want to discuss the spiritual veins of the Huayu Sect and the Yuanzong Sect? If the two spiritual veins, as long as Jianzong is willing to hand over to Fengxue Country, the little bit of grievances before Like the past, the past will also pass." Feng Jue said lightly.
Lin Jiusheng couldn't help laughing when he heard these words, and Li Xunxian, who was next to him, shook his head and showed a smile.
Although Fengxue Nation is a second-tier sect, Jianzong is not afraid of Fengxue Nation.
"Presumptuous! How can your Royal Highness talk to you and laugh wildly in front of the temple." His Royal Highness's swordsman said coldly.
Li Xunxian raised his brows and touched the saber subconsciously, staring at the swordsman behind the prince.
If Fengxue Nation is the second-tier top sect, Li Xunxian would not dare to do so.
But this Snow Wind Nation is only a second-rank inferior sect, and it is still old
The Zongmen of the brand didn't know what he was afraid of, and Lin Jiusheng was still standing in front of him.
"Retreat." His Royal Highness reprimanded coldly. The swordsman took a step back, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Jiusheng.
"I don't know how your school wants to solve it. A month ago, the Huayu Sect Yuanzong was a vassal of our country." Feng Jue held a wine glass in his hand, spoke and looked at the wine glass in his hand.
"I came here today, but it's actually very simple. Those two spiritual veins belong to the Sword Sect, and there is only one possibility for Fengxue Nation. That is to withdraw from the Sword Sect's sphere of influence." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
Hearing this, the wine glass in Feng Jue's hand shattered instantly, and his eyes became extremely cold. Suddenly the corners of his mouth trembled, and he said coldly: "Sword Sect really wants to fight against my Fengxue Country?"
"It's better to say that Fengxue Country wants to fight against my Jianzong!" Lin Jiusheng smiled.
In the **** scene, the monks in the bamboo garden fixed their eyes on Lin Jiusheng's body.
Each of them became gloomy, and the smell of gunpowder in these words was too strong.
During this time, Feng Jue laughed loudly, waved his hand, and the cultivators who rushed back back.
"Don't make a decision so early on this matter, there is still room for negotiation." Feng Jue said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jue raised his hand and patted it lightly.
A few dancers walked onto the stage, one by one with graceful figures, but with a low level of cultivation.
"I heard that Brother Lin's swordsmanship is amazing. What is necessary to dance is the sword dance. Can Brother Lin show his hand in front of us?" Feng Jue said softly.
"This kind of trivial matter, how can Elder Lin do it, I can do it." Li Xunxian said, then stood up from the stool and picked up the long sword.
But before he took a few steps, a middle-aged man held his sword and said lightly, "You are not qualified."
Li Xunxian's face sank, and the sword came out of the sword. As soon as the sword got out of the sheath, a cold light flashed, and a long sword flew out of the middle-aged man's sheath.
"A layer of sword intent." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
As soon as a layer of sword intent appeared, Li Xunxian was undoubtedly restricted by sword intent, and could not replace much strength. It seemed that he was not a middle-aged man's opponent.
Seeing that the sword came quickly, Li Xunxian was caught by the sword
Shocked, I just wanted to avoid it, but the distance to the middle-aged man was too tight. Now it seems that I am afraid that he will be killed on the spot.
With a "bang", Lin Jiusheng slapped his hand on the table, and the sword intent on his body was released, instantly dispelling the sword intent that the middle-aged man revealed.
Without the restriction of sword intent, Li Xunxian suddenly turned around, aura surged on her body, forming a layer of aura armor.
The middle-aged man's long sword stabbed him. Fortunately, with this layer of spiritual energy armor, Li Xunxian did not suffer much injury.
However, being stabbed in the chest by the sword qi, Li Xunxian also felt a little uncomfortable, and could only retreat.
Seeing Li Xunxian go back griefly, some young monks showed mocking expressions.
"Lin Chang..." Li Xunxian still wanted to say something, Lin Jiusheng waved his hand and told him to retreat to the back.
The middle-aged man is in the late imperial cultivation stage, and with a layer of sword intent, it is normal that Li Xunxian is not an opponent.
Seeing Lin Jiusheng retreated his sword intent, the middle-aged man's face showed a trace of astonishment, and he shook his head and snorted.
"That's how Fengxue Nation treats guests? If I don't stop this sword, I'm afraid I will send the elder to die under this sword." Lin Jiusheng's tone gradually cooled, and he said.
"Brother Lin don't want to be angry, this competition is already eyeless, so let's go to other places and let Brother Lin see the customs of our country." Feng Jue said with a light smile.
Lin Jiusheng did not refuse, stood up from the stool, and fisted at Feng Jue.
Now he doesn't want to do it. If he did, the situation would be at its worst.
Li Xunxian was a little unconvinced in his heart. The middle-aged man was much older than himself. If he reached his age, he would not be much weaker than him.
Feng Jue walked ahead, the middle-aged man followed him closely, and asked softly, "How about Lin Jiusheng's strength?"
The middle-aged man whispered: "It's not as rumored, but it shattered my sword intent with a slap on the table. This person's sword intent is afraid of two levels."
"Under the second level of sword intent, it is indeed possible to rely on the middle stage of the imperial cultivation stage to kill the late stage of the imperial cultivation stage without sword intent, and the Huayu faction is defeated by him. This may be true."
Feng Jue squinted his eyes slightly and said, "This prince understands."
(End of this chapter)