"Luofeng, the son of ten saints..."
Hearing the words of the young warrior, the three people at the same table were slightly stunned. One smiled and said, "are you talking about the Luo Feng of canglan dynasty?"
"No one else. From ancient times to the present, he is the only son of ten saints. I don't believe there will be any more. "
The young warrior took a sip of the wine, smiled, and continued, "of course, he is the only holy Son who is not worthy of the name so far."
"What do you say?"
"Ha ha, you know in your heart why you should pretend to be confused with me."
The young warrior smiled and said: "at the beginning of the Holy Land assessment, the elders of the Holy Land pitied him and died in the hands of the demon clan when he was young, so that he was granted the so-called tenth Holy Son. Otherwise, how can a small country with no name in the north get the title of son of God? I'm afraid that it will be eliminated in the first round. Regardless of strength and potential, the four of us are above the tenth son. It's a pity that the boy can be called the son of God. Although it's not worthy of the name... "
"Hahaha!" Three people beside laughed.
Lin Hongyi glanced at the four and frowned.
She stayed in songwumen for a while, in fact, she knew that many people didn't take Luofeng, the tenth Holy Son seriously, but it was the first time that she heard such remarks without any scruples.
All four young martial artists continued to talk loudly.
"In addition to Qin, ghost sword, which has long been a famous old talent in Northern Xinjiang, now there is no talent, which can only be put in the bottom of the four territory. This meeting of the ten great masters is from the genius of Northern Xinjiang. It's only Chu Yunxiang who praises the martial arts. However, compared with the Jin Zhenjian, Jin Shitai, elder martial brother Jin, Hua Yuntian, and Lin Hao, the first saint son, who went out of our southern Xinjiang, it is not worth mentioning. "
"Well, it is an indisputable fact that Northern Xinjiang is weak. On the quality and quantity of genius, we can't compare it with southern Xinjiang at all. "
"Haha, the four of us going to the north of Xinjiang are enough to sweep over those young talents and become famous."
"Ha ha, what's the point of being king in a flock of mutton sheep?"
The swordsman in blue shook his head. "I've been wandering in Northern Xinjiang before. There are no decent masters. I can't do my best. I hope I can meet Chu Yunxiang at this meeting of the top ten dignitaries. I heard that he is now the leader of the new generation of songwumen. I hope he won't let me down. "
Bang!
All of a sudden, a young gunman sitting nearby, his face blue, glared at the four and said:
! You are not good enough to lift your shoes to elder martial brother Chu Yunxiang! "
"It's you who praise Wumen."
Luo Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at the man standing out, saying to Lin Hongyi.
Lin Hongyi nodded softly and said nothing more.
The eyes of the four people in question also fell on the young gunman. The young swordsman in blue said: "who are you? I will not talk to the unknown."
The young gunman snorted coldly and stood out at once, regardless of the block of several people at the same table. "Zhao Kuo, the disciple of the inner gate of songwu gate, a native of Hengfeng state in the north of Xinjiang!"
He bit the words of Northern Xinjiang very hard.
"Ha ha!"
Hearing this, the young swordsman who just spoke smiled and flicked his fingers, "Zhao Kuo? Incognizance. A disciple of the inner sect should not come out to show his ugliness. "
Some of them didn't give Zhao Kuo face at all. Of course, they didn't need to give face either. All four of them had a gold sword carving pattern on their chest. They were all disciples of Tianjian sect of holy land.
Zhao Kuo's face was livid. Suddenly, he pointed the long gun at the four people. Zhenyuan was infused. A sharp and powerful force suddenly broke out. He said in a deep voice:
"in this case, you dare to fight with me!"
The young swordsman didn't get up, and said lightly: "you don't have the right to let me fight. However, since you are so persistent, it is not easy for me to brush your invitation. Younger martial brother Han, go and play with him. "
The young swordsman looked at a young hero in yellow.
"Ha ha, OK."
The youth in yellow stood up and glanced at Zhao Kuo, saying:
"tianjianzong Korean star, learn your skill. However, the sword is merciless and I hurt it. That's what you asked for. "
As you can see, the warriors sitting nearby have retreated for a while.
Although they also think that the four people have said too much, they are both disciples of holy land, so it's hard to interfere.
"Hum, please give me some advice!"
Zhao Kuo saw that he was despised by the other side, twisted a deep Sichuan character in the middle of his thick eyebrows, gave a deep drink, turned the brown gold long gun into a bloody lightning bolt, rushed out violently, the bloody spears burst out from the tip of the gun, turned into a fierce roaring Wolf in the air, with fierce power.
The young man in yellow saw the light of the gun coming, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes! Break it for me! "
Wheeze!
There was no drawing of the sword at all. The young man in yellow put his right hand together and separated them a little. The two fingers were like sharp swords, tearing the air and accurately pointing on the wolf's head.
With a slight shock, the wolf burst into pieces. Zhao Kuo stepped back several steps.
Drink!
A bite of teeth, Zhao Kuo's body boiling true yuan, into rolling flames.
"Take me another shot, the wind is blowing!"
Boom!
The temperature of the sixth floor of the whole restaurant has skyrocketed. Zhao Kuo's long gun seems to be no longer a long gun, but a constantly twisted fire storm, from four sides to eight directions.
The swordsman in yellow's face was red and his eyes narrowed. He took a step back and put his right hand on the hilt.
"Eat my sword!"
Wheeze!
With a flash of sword light, the edge of the sword began to rise.
Bang!
In the shining Mars, Zhao Kuo was holding a long gun, spitting blood and flying backwards. Several tables were smashed directly. The wall of the tavern behind him was even rushed out of a big hole by sharp Qi, causing a burst of exclamation outside.
"Zhao Kuo!"
Some of Zhao Kuo's companions flash forward to help Zhao Kuo.
"Vulnerable."
The young man in yellow clapped his hands and looked scornful.
Zhao Kuo's men, one by one, looked sullen, and dared not speak.
They want to get back their face, but among them, Zhao Kuo, who is the most powerful with five levels of distraction, is easily defeated by the other side. It's useless for them to go up.
What's more, it seems that the other side didn't give full play to his sword just now!
The young man in blue, led by four disciples of tianjianzong, also stood up at the moment and said to the young man in yellow with a smile:
"brother Han, it seems that your swordsmanship has been improved in this period. You should be able to make a bit of a splash at this meeting of the top ten
"Senior brother, I'm flattered. Compared with you, my strength is not worth mentioning."
The young man in yellow put his sword back to the scabbard, glanced at Zhao Kuo and his party, and said with a faint smile, "but now, it seems that I'm a little high on the level of talented people in Northern Xinjiang."
"Listen to my advice, you'd better go back, so as not to lose face at the meeting."
Finally, the youth in yellow said to Zhao Kuo.
"You!"
Zhao Kuo is so popular that his face bleeds.
There were also some talented young men from the north of Xinjiang, who were furious at the moment. Some of them couldn't help but want to stand up and were stopped by their companions.
These four disciples of tianjianzong are not weak in strength. Especially the swordsman in blue, Zhen Yuan is rolling around, revealing a full meaning. He is a top power in eight aspects of distraction! Moreover, there is also a gleam of sharpness in this plumpness, which people dare not ignore.
"Don't be impulsive. That man is Gu Lin of tianjianzong!" Someone whispered a warning.
Gulin is not an unknown person. Even in the whole south of Xinjiang, he is a little famous genius. He is not only the top eight strong person in the distracted area, but also the sword meaning. There are even rumors. As long as Gulin's sword meaning is complete, the top ten golden swords in Tianjian hall will have his place!
Sure enough, hearing the name of Gulin, several people who wanted to stand out frowned and looked down, but one face turned red and was so humiliated, but they couldn't fight back
"Let's go!"
Several talented people in Northern Xinjiang couldn't stand the atmosphere and got up to leave.
"It seems that we can pass the time. I don't know if they recognize my son. "
Luo Feng smiles at Lin Hongyi.
The appearance of Qian Yun made him have no good feelings for tianjianzong.
Apart from this, he is not a person who likes to endure.
He is also a member of Northern Xinjiang. Anyone who is so ridiculed will feel unhappy.
Luo Feng is about to get up, but Lin Hongyi reaches out and stops him.
"What he hurt is that I praise my fellow martial arts disciples. Naturally, I should come."
"Yes. Be careful of that swordsman in blue. You are not his opponent. "
Luo Feng is stupefied for a while, sits down again, admonished.
"Well."
Lin Hongyi nodded and stepped out.
"Do you want to fight again?"
Seeing that no one dared to show his head, Huang Yi was even more pleased. He looked around the sixth floor of the tavern and finally fell on Zhao Kuo, with his head slightly raised.
Zhao Kuo's face is livid. If he wasn't pulled by some of his companions, I'm afraid he would rush out at once.
"Elder martial brother Zhao, a hero doesn't suffer from immediate loss. When we see elder martial brother Chu Yunxiang, let's take care of it! "
There was a whisper of advice.
At this time.
"Step back."
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded nearby.
The speaker is Lin Hongyi.
Hearing the voice, everyone's eyes fell on her.
"You are..."
Zhao Kuo several people see Lin Hongyi, eyes dew doubt.
Although Lin Hongyi has been practicing in songwu gate for several years, most of the time she is practicing in seclusion and living in seclusion. Many disciples have not even met her.
Lin Hongyi went to several people, took out the token of the disciple in songwu gate, and then turned to the youth in Yellow: "I will fight with you!"
Smell speech, Zhao Kuo eyebrows slightly a wrinkle, hurriedly with the voice to Lin Hongyi way: "do not impulse. This man's swordsmanship is very important. I think his strength is far beyond the five strong ones in the common distracted realm. You are not the opponent! "
As soon as Lin Hongyi came out, he could see that the cultivation of the other side was not the same as that of him, so he naturally advised him at the moment.
Lin Hongyi turns a deaf ear to this and looks at the young man in yellow.
The young man in yellow looked at Lin Hongyi and smiled nonchalantly, "who am I? I'm a disciple of the martial arts school, a woman. Are you from the north? "
"Lin Hongyi of canglan Dynasty in Northern Xinjiang." Lin Hongyi said.
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