Lin Jiusheng did a good job, and now these people don't dare to underestimate him.
One by one, as if the mouse saw the cat, they couldn't help but flinch to the side.
"These people can't get up mad anymore, they should beat and beat too." Li Xunxian said softly.
Now, with the help of Lin Jiusheng's power, he straightened his waist.
If he changed to a few months ago, he would never have thought that he could scream in front of these people.
It is really the most appropriate to describe Li Xunxian as a fox and a fake tiger.
Feng Jue made him wait for a long time, and after a while, he walked towards the hall.
Among them, eight elders followed closely. In front of Feng Jue, there was a white-haired elder, wearing the same clothes as ordinary elders.
I couldn't feel the aura from the old man, but Lin Jiusheng knew in his heart that the more such a monk, the less he could underestimate it.
Since he could walk in front of Feng Jue, that must be the father of Feng Jue's mouth.
"This is Fellow Lin." The old man sat on the main seat with his hands behind his back, and said towards Lin Jiusheng.
"It's under." Lin Jiusheng clasped his fist.
"This is the lord of Fengxue Nation, Fengjun." Li Xunxian said in a low voice in my ear.
The eight elders stood behind Feng Jun and glanced at Lin Jiusheng, but they didn't see any abnormality.
However, Feng Jue has heard that Lin Jiusheng has mastered the four layers of sword intent, and this sword intent has far surpassed all the monks in Fengxue Nation.
It was even beyond the control of Snowstorm Nation. If Lin Jiusheng was angered and killed with a sword, except for some old guys in Snowstorm Nation, he was afraid that no one would be able to stop him.
"The purpose of Fellow Lin Daoist's visit, Xiaoer has already explained to me. Those two sects were originally vassals of our country and protected them from foreign bullying for many years. Although they have taken refuge in the Sword Sect, the two spiritual veins belong to the Sword Sect. I'm afraid it's wrong." Feng Jun said lightly.
"Oh, what's wrong?" Lin Jiusheng said softly again: "Before digging out the spiritual veins, the two sects were vassal sects of the Snow Wind Nation, but they were in danger, and the Snow Wind Nation did not necessarily support one or two."
"Now that I have dug out two spiritual veins, Fengxue Country wants to take it back again? I'm afraid this is wrong." Lin Jiusheng said lightly.
"That's right, our Jianzong spent
A lot of kung fu has been dug out, and now you want to go to Snow Country, how can there be such a good thing. "Li Xunxian said coldly.
Feng Jun glanced at Li Xunxian and saw a disciple who dared to speak, his face showed dislike.
Li Xunxian snorted, ignoring Feng Jun's eyes, looking extremely arrogant.
"Two spiritual veins, one belongs to your Sword Sect, and one belongs to our country, how about?" Feng Jun said.
This is already his final bottom line, if Lin Jiusheng refuses to agree, he will tear his face straight.
Lin Jiusheng heard that, put down the wine glass, and said lightly: "It seems that you can't speak correctly. It's better to ask someone more powerful to come over. Both spiritual veins belong to my Jianzong."
Lin Jiusheng didn't back down, facing everyone's gaze, he still drank his drink calmly.
"Four layers of sword intent, but two spirit veins can't be swallowed." Feng Jun said coldly.
The eight elders behind them began to release a faint aura, waiting for Feng Jun to say a killing word, and the eight of them would definitely kill Lin Jiusheng.
Lin Jiusheng smiled without saying a word, shook his head and said, "Indeed, the four layers of sword intent can't be the master of two spiritual veins."
"But it can do it."
While talking, Lin Jiusheng released the sword field.
The ten-meter range instantly enveloped Feng Jun and others.
The eight elders behind him are counted as Master Feng, a total of nine Zong Xiu realms.
The fourth layer of sword intent is indeed weaker, but under the realm of sword, you can have enough right to speak.
Facing the Zongxiu Realm, Lin Jiusheng was confident that he could quickly kill the three early elders in the Zongxiu Realm.
However, the remaining cultivators from the Zong Xiu realm and Emperor Xiu realm rushed over, and it was really hard to deal with.
Lin Jiusheng gambled again that Feng Jun would not let a monk of the cultivation realm fight to death for the sake of two spiritual veins.
After all, the cultivator of Zongxiu is the mainstay of the second grade sect. It is very difficult to cultivate one dead, and it takes too much time.
Under the sword field, some of the swords of the monks of the imperial cultivation realm could not help but get out of the scabbard and flew into the sword field. The sword fell on the ground and kept shaking.
"So, is that enough?" Lin Jiusheng said lightly.
Feng Jun's face was extremely ugly, and Lin Jiusheng did not expect that Lin Jiusheng actually possessed the Sword Realm.
Some swordsmen with great swordsmanship can’t comprehend the domain
exist.
He turned his head and glanced at the eight elders of Zongxiu Realm behind him, and the eight elders shook their heads.
If Lin Jiusheng only had four levels of sword intent, they could join forces to kill with a 70% success rate.
However, when Lin Jiusheng had the sword field, the success rate of killing Lin Jiusheng was less than 50.
It is very easy for Lin Jiusheng to escape. If this person becomes fierce, they will lose a few people from the eight Zongxiu Stages.
The most important thing is that Lin Jiusheng is too young, and he has realized the place of comprehension at such a young age.
It's good to kill, if you let him run away, Fengxue Country is afraid it will have a headache in the future.
How can Feng Jun not understand this truth in his heart, although he is a little unwilling, but in this world, the strong are respected, and only the strong are respected.
Lin Jiusheng undoubtedly achieved this. His domineering appearance converged in an instant. Feng Jun sat on the stool and nodded and sighed: "It's okay for two spiritual veins to return to Jianzong! But Jianzong must agree. I have one condition. ."
"Please speak." Lin Jiusheng said softly, with a sigh of relief in his heart.
Although he was not afraid to fight with Fengxue Nation, for the sake of the development of Sword Sect, he could not fight or not fight.
"I want my third son to join Jianzong, become Jianzong disciples, and worship Lin Xiaoyou, I don't know if I want to." Feng Jun said softly.
Hearing these words, Lin Jiusheng was a little surprised and asked him to accept a disciple.
"My Sword Sect lacks talents. If the noble son is willing to join, it is naturally best, but I am not good at teaching martial arts." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
"It's okay, as long as he becomes Lin Xiaoyou's disciple." Feng Jun said.
Before Lin Jiusheng could say anything, Feng Jue made people bring his third son over.
Immediately a seven-year-old boy came up and shouted "Father and Brother" to Fengjun and Fengjue.
"Well, come and meet the master whom my father found for you." Jun Feng said.
Lin Jiusheng felt helpless in his heart, but after thinking about it, he was only a nominal master and apprentice. He had already said that he was not good at teaching apprentices.
"Meet the master." The third prince bowed to Lin Jiusheng.
Lin Jiusheng waved his hand and asked him to invite him. He looked at the seven-year-old child with a dull expression and a not very clever look.
(End of this chapter)