This situation was stunned by others, but Lin Jiusheng knew in his heart that although Feng Jue kept smiling, he could clearly feel that there was a deep and cold air in these words.
Immediately a young man walked to Feng Jue's side. After speaking some words in a low voice, Feng Jue nodded.
Lifting his head, he looked towards Lin Jiusheng, and his eyes all revealed a sense of pride and coldness.
"Brother Lin, the banquet is ready, it's better to have a gathering in my mansion." Feng Jue said lightly.
Hearing this, Lin Jiusheng nodded and said, "The guest does whatever he wants."
Li Xunxian made a look at Lin Jiusheng, but he hadn't seen these eyes at all, and walked toward the front indifferently.
The place he went to this time was bigger than Tianluo Mountain Villa. When he entered, there were many monks sitting in the mansion.
Those eyes were all staring at Lin Jiusheng, his eyes brought a deep chill.
"Could it be a banquet at a grand sect." Lin Jiusheng said in his heart, still calm as water on the surface, found a place where the Lord was sitting in the lower right corner, and then sat down.
The monks sitting around were all in the late Emperor Cultivation Realm. The moment Lin Jiusheng sat down, he directly released his spiritual energy fluctuations, obviously wanting to give him a good start.
Lin Jiusheng didn't care at all. He knew in his heart that most of the monks in the late Emperor Cultivation Stage were the upper monks in the Snow Wind Nation.
But if you send it over, it is feasible to poke him sharply.
"Someone said before that there was an incredible person in Fengxue Nation, and one person could resist dozens of emperor cultivation states. I wanted to ask for advice or two, and I would also like to ask your Highness for permission." A young man walked over. , Fist against Feng Jue.
Looking at the big knife on his waist, there was a sword spirit on his body, he was obviously a swordsman.
"Alright, then you can play with Brother Lin, I don't know if Brother Lin dare?" Feng Jue said.
Li Xunxian frowned and said, "As soon as we sat down, you guys wanted to ask for advice? Did you invite us over for dinner or ask us to fight?"
Lin Jiusheng smiled indifferently, waved his hand at Li Xunxian and told him to retreat.
When the others heard this, their expressions were a little cold, so they hummed softly at him and ignored them.
"Just about to ask you to be alone,
I think you are all interested in me. Why don't you draw swords and swords together to compete? It would be too time consuming to solve this one by one. "After taking a sip of the drink, Lin Jiusheng said lightly.
"Arrogant!" The young monk said with a stern face, having worked in the Snow Wind Country for many years, and met some people who speak better than they can.
With the "Om" knife, the young man's saber flashed a cold light, this person's footwork was subtle, and one step seemed to be three steps.
With the blink of an eye, the young man rushed to Lin Jiusheng's face, and the second layer of sword energy looked towards Lin Jiusheng's neck.
It now appears that this is not a discussion.
"Compared with the middle-aged man before, you are really good, but unfortunately you met me." Lin Jiusheng said lightly, patted the table with his hand.
The sky sword on the table swiftly came out of the body quickly. Lin Jiusheng didn't hold the sword, there was spirit in the sword, and he killed the young monk directly.
Before his sword hit Lin Jiusheng's neck, Lin Jiusheng's sword was already pointed at his neck.
"I'm not targeting you, what I want to say is, all the people here are rubbish! Get out!" Lin Jiusheng said lightly.
Immediately, the gangster shook out, and directly knocked the young monk to the ground.
The Sky Sword flew into the scabbard quickly, and Lin Jiusheng sat on the stool extremely stable, not even a trace of the wine on the table was spilled.
The young monk was stupid on the spot for an instant, and he didn't understand how Lin Jiusheng shot, and he couldn't see the traces of his shot at all.
Lin Jiusheng looked at the people faintly, and the calmness of his eyes made these cultivators stunned.
This person's sword is afraid that he has become superb, and he can't resist it at all.
"His Royal Highness, if I want to know if I can defeat ten, let all the daoists present here, or else it will only waste time." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
Feng never said a word, but made a look at the person next to him.
The man nodded, and the twelve cultivators of the late imperial cultivation stage stood up and walked towards the seats one after another, staring at Lin Jiusheng fiercely.
"One sword is enough!" Lin Jiusheng said when seeing the twelve emperor cultivators.
Hearing Lin Jiusheng's words, these monks' expressions were gloomy and terrible, but this person was arrogant to the extreme.
"Kill!" The twelve cultivators of the late Emperor Cultivation Realm, their auras are running, it can be described as surging.
Before they attacked, Lin Jiusheng waved the sky sword, stood up from his seat, stepped out, and the four layers of sword intent surged from his sword.
In the face of absolute overwhelming strength, this number is just a joke.
The comprehension of the sword is Lin Jiusheng's strongest method, and he will naturally not use it now.
But when he felt Lin Jiusheng's four layers of sword intent, it really made these monks' expressions amazed.
They hadn't killed them yet, and the entire hall was filled with sharp sword auras. These sword auras shocked their hearts. Especially the monk holding the sword was restricted by the sword intent and prevented him from exerting his full strength.
"Brother Lin, calm down and calm down!" Feng Jue hurried over and said, his expression flattering.
At this time, his heart was very ugly, he never thought that he would kick a piece of iron steel plate, and Lin Jiusheng actually possessed four layers of sword intent.
If he really started to kill his dozen or so Emperor Cultivation Realm experts, it really made him feel very painful in his heart.
Some swordsmen felt that their chests were congested, and the moment Lin Jiusheng regained their sword intent, they exhaled heavily. When they looked at Lin Jiusheng again, they were only scared in their hearts.
Under the four layers of sword intent, if a sword is out of its sheath, it might really be able to kill more than a dozen emperors in the late stage of cultivation.
Lin Jiusheng also didn't want to make a fuss too stiff, after all, Snow Wind Nation is a second-rank nation, and these emperor cultivation realms are not enough for him, but there are many old guys' aura fluctuations inside.
"I don't know if His Royal Highness is still thinking about the spiritual veins of Jianzong." Lin Jiusheng sat back in his position and said in a faint tone.
"I can't call the shots on this matter. I'll ask the emperor to make a decision." Feng Jue said.
"That's how hard your Royal Highness ran." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
His Royal Highness hummed softly, and walked towards the outside.
Lin Jiusheng was left with some monks. These people stared at Lin Jiusheng closely, placing their hands on the swords.
I was afraid that Lin Jiusheng would suddenly rise up and kill them here.
In response, he sneered and didn't care.
Li Xunxian raised his eyebrows even more, straightened his chest, and looked at these monks with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)