Wen Jingshan stood there, his face turned blue and white, and even the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. He stared at Gu Qingfeng, and just stared at him, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent.
Gu Qingfeng was silent.
From the beginning, after only saying no, he never spoke again, just sitting there, drinking by himself.
Wen Jingshan closed his eyes and took a deep breath secretly. When he opened his eyes again, the anger and murderous intent in his eyes disappeared without a trace. With a snap, he opened the folding fan, looked at Gu Qingfeng, smiled, Then turn around and leave.
"Hey, Mr. Wen, your blue frost Qingling wine..."
Ouyang Feiyue yelled, but Wen Jingshan didn't turn around, or even stop, and responded: "I, Wen Jingshan, will never take back things that are given to the dead."
"hehe… "
Ouyang Feiyue didn't expect him to say that, she couldn't help laughing, and then honestly put the bottle of Lanshuangqingling wine in her hand on the table, she knew that this bottle of wine was reserved for the dead, it must be.
Seeing that Gu Qingfeng was silent, Ouyang Feiyue got up and poured a glass from the thousand-year-old Binghuo old cellar, handed it over, and asked with a smile, "My lord, why don't you speak?"
"I'll let you finish what needs to be said." Gu Qingfeng took a sip of fine wine, looked at her, and said, "What else can I say."
"My lord is really good at joking. I saw that Wen Jingshan came to bother you out of nowhere, so I hurt him on purpose."
"Really… "
Gu Qingfeng replied lightly, and then there was no further text.
At this moment, riots broke out in the venue for unknown reasons.
Ouyang Feiyue looked over, and saw four or five people running in covered in blood. These people were all deacons of the Yunxia Sect, and they had been receiving guests at the door. How could they be covered in blood? Who would dare to Do you want to live at the door of the Yunxia faction
There was a scream, and then a person flew over and landed on the ground, bloody and half dead.
This is Daoist Guangkun, the elder of the Nine Palaces of the Yunxia Sect, with a golden core cultivation base.
how…
Who is so bold!
Just when everyone was surprised, there was a cold and arrogant shout from outside.
"A group of trash also want to stop me? They don't know how to live or die!"
Whoosh!
A figure flickered over, it was a cold and proud man in green clothes, he came from the void, his whole body was covered with dazzling brilliance, he was holding a long green sword, the blade was covered with frost.
Everyone in the venue knew this man, he was Mo Long, a direct disciple of the Nine Halls of Nai Yunxia Sect.
He built a colorful foundation, built a colorful real body, and opened a colorful purple mansion. Not only is he protected by nature in three colors, but he also has excellent swordsmanship, especially the Frost Sword in his hand. The ultimate sword, the power is extremely terrifying, with this sword, Molong once beheaded two Jindan real people, the strength is so terrifying.
"Mo Long! What are you doing!"
Jin De learned that Wen Jingshan had lost face with Gu Qingfeng, and was persuading him. He didn't expect that Molong would kill him just after he left for a while.
"Madman! This is the Yunxia faction, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous! Get out of here!"
Jin De shouted angrily, and performed the lion's roar.
After all, Jinde is Jinde, who has practiced for seven or eight hundred years. Although it is a pill made by taking pills, it is extremely deep. If such a lion's roar is used, the surging power will explode, especially huge, like a wild lion. Roaring, deafening.
"Kinde!! You old dog!"
The colorful brilliance all over Mo Long's body suddenly flashed, and the three-color natural protection condensed out. Facing Jin De's lion's roar skill, he was not afraid at all. Your golden elixir is a fake golden elixir, even if you cultivate a real golden elixir, what can I do!"
Mo Long was crazy.
Everyone knew that he dared to beat his master Shui De, so how could he take Jin De seriously.
"Mo Long! Get out of here!"
Although Jin De's Lion's Roar skill was useless against Mo Long, he was not afraid.
"Jin De, what kind of old dog are you! How dare you yell at me?"
Mo Long's colorful figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared, he appeared in front of Jin De in an instant. He was holding the Frost Sword, intending to kill Jin De on the spot.
Instantly!
A person appeared out of thin air and blocked Mo Long's Frost Sword with only a white jade folding fan.
Wearing Tsing Yi and holding a white jade fan, it is Wenjingshan.
The reason why Jin De is not afraid is precisely because he knows that his disciple Wen Jingshan will make a move.
"Wen! Jing! Shan! You! Find! Die!"
Molong's eyes were angry, and he frantically circulated the spiritual power in his body, and the three-color natural power around him burned wantonly like a flame.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other.
Wen Jingshan and Mo Long are not enemies, but they are more enemies than enemies. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Before Wen Jingshan joined the Yunxia Sect, Mo Long had always been the number one member of the Yunxia Sect. Pressing his head, and later a golden color avatar was erected, making Mo Long completely beyond his reach.
"Mo Long, I said you are not my opponent, not before, not now, and you will not be my opponent in the future."
Whoosh whoosh!
Wen Jingshan smiled slightly, and the three colors of nature around him condensed and condensed. The difference is that there is a layer of gold in his three colors. I saw the white jade fan in his hand suddenly opened, and the golden brilliance flashed. With a bang, Mo Long couldn't stop backing away.
"Although you are a three-color color, you are just an ordinary three-color color. Nature contains the spirit of the nine-color color. You are just the most common and lowest-level color spirit. How can you compete with my golden color!"
With one hand behind his back, Wen Jingshan fanned the white jade fan with the other, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he didn't take Mo Long seriously.
"Do you really think that I can't do anything to your Jincai real body?"
Mo Long is arrogant and fierce, his face is full of sternness at this moment, and his eyes are also shining with excitement, as if he is not afraid of Wen Jingshan's Jincai real body, but only when he wants to destroy his spiritual power At that time, a flat voice came from behind.
"Mo Long, step back."
It was a very flat voice, without the intention of reprimand, let alone any deterrence, but when Mo Long heard these words, he immediately withdrew his three-color natural protection, stared at Wen Jingshan, and said with a sneer: "Wen Jingshan, Later, I will definitely show you how I killed your Jincai real body!"
"oh?"
Wen Jingshan let out a light sigh, he knew that there was always an expert behind Molong, and he knew exactly who that expert was, so he raised his head and looked over, at this moment, from the door of the Yunxia School, a group of seven People are coming this way.
The leader is a handsome man, dressed in a yellow robe, with a handsome face like a crown of jade, with a calm expression, eyes with a kind of depth, and the corner of his mouth with a kind of expression that no one can see through. With a smile, he put one hand in front and the other behind his back, walking slowly, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, very gentle.
Followed by two old men on the left and right sides of him, the one with a superficial smile, known by everyone, was Shui De.
The other was dressed in a gray robe and bowed. No one knew who he was.
The most surprising thing is that there are four people following behind him,
It might be four people, but it is more like four mountains. Each person is about 2.5 meters tall, dressed in black robes, and has a single sword. They are all fierce and fierce. When they came, they stepped on the ground and shook the square. Trembling, very majestic and mighty.