Chapter 231： cowardly!

"This is the hall master of the Yaoshan Jianzong, Wu Feng." Bai Qin'an immediately introduced.

The head wearing a black sarong nodded, but did not speak, and when she saw the salute, she did not respond at all.

Wu Feng was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the head of Mianshan Jianzong was so cold, and he still said that he, the little hall master, didn't catch her in this way.

Wu Feng went on his trip and found that the several sisters who were also the hall masters were staring at him closely.

Anyway, Wu Feng is a person over thirty, and he will not confidently think that he is a big fan of him.

Most of them wanted to compete with themselves. It is rare that a Hall Master of the Sword Sect of Remote Mountain came to their mountain, and these sword aunts who were obsessed with kendo themselves might wish to bring swords to welcome them now.

There seems to be a very important reason.

They really don't welcome men here.

The girl Nan Lingsha who arrived first was sitting under a white umbrella tent, with fragrant fruit wine in front of her, and a female disciple was waiting on her side.

But Hao Ye was not so well treated. He basically sat outside, the wind was blowing, the sun was also basking, and there was a simple glass of clear water in front of him, nothing else.

Wu Feng looked at his seat again, and it turned out to be a futon, the kind that hens can incubate on.

Is the gap between men and women really that big?

Hao Ye seemed to be an informal person. He wandered away, he often slept in the temple, and was very satisfied with the treatment here, but Wu Feng was not used to it.

He reluctantly sat on the futon, the sun's rays hitting his eyes, making it uncomfortable.

...

After a while, the female disciple Shao Ying ascended the mountain.

Bai Qin'an gave a brief introduction, and it turned out that the hall masters and elders showed some kind of hospitality, and personally put Shao Ying and Nan Lingsha under the noble white tent together, by the 缈The female disciple of Shan Jianzong was waiting.

Shao Ying is low in seniority and not high in strength. She is nothing more than a make-up. Seeing Senior Brother Haoye and Senior Uncle Wu Feng who are much better than herself, sitting in one corner, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Wu Feng sighed lightly, waved his hand, and signaled Shao Ying to go to the countryside and follow the customs. After all, it is on someone else's land. The whole country is like this...

Not long after, Yunzhonghe came up.

Bai Qin'an didn't even introduce it, and the elders and hall masters of the Mianshan Sword Sect had no interest at all.

Yunzhonghe was confused, and then he was arranged next to Wu Feng. It was also a futon. You can sit as you like. When the sun is hot, even in autumn, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Yunzhonghe dared not speak.

"Uncle Master, we have come all the way from thousands of miles, and we have already arrived at the capital. Not only did we leave us alone for several days, but finally we were able to go up the mountain, why didn't we take us seriously?" Yun Zhonghe lowered his voice, Wu Feng complained in his ear.

"It's not all that we didn't take us seriously, don't you look at Shao Ying and treat me kindly?" Wu Feng said helplessly.

Yunzhonghe was speechless.

So, just because they are male?

To him, he wouldn't even drink his saliva?

On a hot day, Yunzhonghe's hands and feet were cold, and his body was shaking with anger.

When will men be able to stand up in the country?

...

Waited for half an hour.

The people of Mianshan Sword Sect didn't say a word, as if as long as someone didn't climb the mountain, they didn't bother to communicate with the people of Remote Mountain Sword Sect.

"I wish that guy Minglang won't get lost, right?" Yun Zhonghe said.

"He doesn't have a sword cultivation base, it may be a bit difficult to read the sword book, wait a moment." Wu Feng said calmly.

While he was talking, Zhu Minglang walked up from the hillside stairs. He glanced at the battle of Mianshan Sword Sect. Although all women are pleasing to the eye, they are pleasing to the eye, but they are full of chills that no stranger should enter. It is really uncomfortable.

"Everyone is there," Bai Qin'an said.

The star painting girl did not go up the mountain, and Fang Niannian was waiting in the kingdom.

Considering the possibility of stealing the ancient lamp jade from the gods, it would be better for a prophet sister who has no self-protection ability to avoid risk.

"Please take a seat." A female swordswoman with her body wrapped tightly came up and directed Zhu Minglang to a simple futon lying under the sun.

But Zhu Minglang went straight to the gorgeous white umbrella tent, sat next to Nan Lingsha, took a bunch of grapes that he usually likes to eat, and didn't regard himself as a guest at all.

"Our rule is that men cannot enter the canopy or sit on chairs..." At this moment, the sword aunt who was wrapped tightly said sharply.

Bai Qin'an was about to speak, but the head next to her raised his hand and signaled Bai Qin'an not to interfere in the matter.

"You set your rules, and it's my business to follow or not." Zhu Minglang said.

"Why are you so rude?" the sword aunt said angrily.

"Your chief disciple is very polite to me, and you, a little sister-in-law, dare to point out here." Zhu Minglang glared at the proud sword-aunt.

Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, and Hao Ye looked at Zhu Minglang who was still so arrogant and domineering on other people's sites, and couldn't help but thumb up in their hearts!

cowardly!

"This is the Mianshan Sword Sect, you can't tolerate a humble man here to be presumptuous..."

"Get out!" Zhu Minglang was impatient and scolded coldly.

Twitter, disturbing and clean.

That little sister-in-law, flushed with anger, facing such an unruly person, she had no choice but to ask for help from the only hall master who did not wear Sa Li with a pitiful look in her eyes.

The hall master had a stern face, stern and overbearing as a group of people in charge of commandments.

"Hall Master Wu Feng, your disciples have no rules in the door, so you never care about it?" Jie Li Jian asked.

"This is my junior brother Zhu Minglang, not a disciple." Wu Feng responded indifferently.

I wish you clarity? ? ?

The old lady Jianzun couldn't control it!

Besides, to control him you have to beat him first.

"Our rules have been passed down for thousands of years. We will not have this swordsmanship exchange until the rules are not corrected." Jie Li Jian said.

"There is nothing to communicate with. Some old, boring, and old-fashioned swordsmanship, like you group of deep mountains and old forests, self-proclaimed sword aunts, feel that you are still the leader of the sword sect, purely because you are not out of the house, Yelang is arrogant. "Zhu Minglang said.

Wu Feng was on the side, his eyes staring out.

This is the place of others!

Converge a little bit, the veteran and head of the family are all present!

"Haha, what a big tone, these years, you have been the second one who dared to speak loudly in our Mianshan Sword Sect." The commandment hall master stepped up, driving in a must.

Men are like this, do not fight for a day, go to the house to reveal the tile!