Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 857 One Trick

A clear sentence has already revealed the identity of the woman behind.

It was Mu Qingqing who had never heard from Fan Denglong after traveling to the snow area a few months ago.

Fan Denglong's tone was very sad, and Mu Qingqing trembled when he heard it, and shook his head in a panic, "No, it's not, it's not what you think."

Under the veil, his expression was a bit bewildered.

Seeing this scene, Fan Denglong felt relieved, at least she didn't hide from her on purpose, as long as this was enough.

"Senior, this junior was too excited to meet his old friend just now, and behaved a little bit awkwardly. I didn't mean to offend. Please forgive me."

Mu Qingqing was standing behind a woman, and it could be seen from this posture that this woman was either Mu Qingqing's elder or a master or something, so Fan Denglong readily gave the other party a step, admitting his mistake just now .

However, his initiative to show favor was of no use.

Mu Qingqing's master just snorted coldly, and pointed at Fan Denglong in a bad tone: "Let me ask you, why does Wudang not allow martial artists from Jianghu to stay at Hengtie Pass? Could it be that Wudang, who is the leader of martial arts, is so tolerant of others?" There is no amount?"

Fan Denglong's expression darkened immediately, and he said coldly: "Senior, Wudang has his own considerations, please be more cautious."

At first glance, the woman's words sounded like she was defending the Jianghu warriors present, but when she thought about it carefully, the words in it were very harsh.

"careful?"

The woman looked at Fan Denglong contemptuously, "If you were the master of Wudang, come and talk to me, maybe I will still listen to you."

"Well, you are not qualified enough."

The woman's words made Fan Denglong furious immediately, but after seeing Mu Qingqing's embarrassed eyes behind her, he could only say: "Senior, you should leave this matter alone."

"It's a joke, I walk the world in Fengxue Tower, and I behave properly. How can I stand by when I see injustice?"

The woman laughed three times, and looked at Fan Denglong, "Go back and tell everyone in Wudang that I, Su Xuemei, will take care of today's matter."

"Senior Su speaks out of righteousness, we deeply admire it."

"Yes, senior Su is a man of integrity, he should be a role model for my generation."

A lot of compliments came out of the mouths of those Jiang Hu warriors without hesitation, and Su Xuemei had a smile on her lips, as if she enjoyed such treatment.

"Cracking noise,"

Fan Denglong snorted coldly, and there was spiritual energy in his voice. Those Jianghu warriors who were as excited as seeing their relatives just now felt a dull chest pain, and those with a little weak skill directly vomited old blood.

Fan Denglong didn't want to embarrass Mu Qingqing, but he absolutely couldn't give hope to these Jianghu warriors, so he made a note of Ma Wei very bluntly.

So what if someone backs you up?
Today, you cannon fodder must get out of Hengtieguan.

This is Fan Denglong's attitude, even if the name of Fengxue Tower has been resounded throughout the world a hundred years ago, it still cannot change his mind.

"you,"

Su Xuemei was so enraged by his move that she trembled all over, daring to be so arrogant in front of her, the people of Wudang are really arrogant.

"Su Xuemei, I respect you as a senior in Jianghu. I don't care about today's matter with you. If you are arrogant and unreasonable, then don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

Fan Denglong looked at Su Xuemei coldly, then flung his sleeves away.

Su Xuemei's whole face suddenly darkened, for a dignified Houtian warrior to be called by his first name directly by a junior in the world, this was nothing less than a humiliation to her.Not to mention, Fan Denglong's warning words later.

When did Houtian warrior get slapped in the face so easily?

"stop,"

Su Xuemei let out a yell.

Fan Denglong stopped when he heard the sound, and said without turning his head: "What else can Senior Su teach?"

"I don't dare to be taught, but I want to learn the kung fu of young heroes."

Su Xuemei was so indignant by Fan Denglong's words that she didn't even want the face of her seniors, she drew her sword directly to face her.

"Master, don't,"

When Mu Qingqing saw this, she quickly grabbed Su Xuemei and said pleadingly.

"Go away, today I have to teach this arrogant kid a lesson and teach him how to talk to a senior."

Su Xuemei pushed Mu Qingqing away, ignoring her apprentice's pleading.

"Just because you still want to teach my master a lesson? Are you worthy?"

Just when Fan Denglong felt a little sorry for Mu Qingqing, a still immature voice came from a distance, and a young man with a long sword on his back came quickly.

"Master,"

The boy saluted Fan Denglong very respectfully after seeing him.

"How did you get here?"

Seeing his precious apprentice, Fan Denglong said anxiously.

Now Mobei has become a place of right and wrong, and nonsense suddenly appeared here, how could Fan Denglong not be impatient?
"Uncle Master said that it is useless to practice martial arts all the time. Without actual combat, it is always just a show of fists and legs."

Hu Yan replied very respectfully.

"Nonsense,"

Fan Denglong said angrily, "Where's your sister? Didn't she follow?"

"Sister has already gone to meet King Haitian,"

Fan Denglong was in a bad mood, "What is she doing?"

This she was referring to He Yuexian.

The two good seedlings have all been sent to Mobei, and if something happens, he will really faint in the toilet.

"Master uncle said that life and death are determined. If the luck is really bad, it's just good luck playing tricks on people."

Hu Yan's face was very serious, like a little grown-up.

Fan Denglong supported his forehead and sighed, "What else can I say now?"

Hu Yan first punched Fan Denglong, and then said to Su Xuemei: "Old witch, do something, I don't have time to waste with you."

With this tone, Fan Denglong shook his hands angrily and gave him a chestnut, "Who taught you to say this?"

Hu Yan looked at his master with some grievances.

Su Xuemei was so angry that the old witch was half dead, she cursed for death, raised her sword and went up.

Fengxuelou's swordsmanship is elegant, with strange moves.

When Su Xuemei did it, the people around her could feel that the air had dropped a few points for no reason, it was really like the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Hu Yan shrugged indifferently, didn't even draw out his sword, just walked forward, stretched out his two fingers, and handed it out before Su Xuemei's attack arrived.

The climate of the twelfth lunar month of winter disappeared instantly.

Su Xuemei stopped her sword dancing posture, because her long sword was caught between Hu Yan's fingers, and she couldn't move at all.

It looked menacing, but in the end it was no match for two fingers.

"how is this possible?"

Su Xuemei screamed.

"Nothing is impossible, it's just that you are not good at learning."

Hu Yan let go of the long sword and clasped his hands in front of his chest, "Sword skills are dead, but people are alive. If you stick to the sword manual, even if you practice for a hundred years, you will end up like this after all."

(End of this chapter)