After the failure of ascension, he traveled to the ancient farmhouse to be a group pet

Who is this person? !Do you actually know that they represent Tianji Pavilion? !

Jiang Wenyuan and Jiang Dakang looked at each other, creating the impression that their group was acting under the leadership of Jiang Dakang, and that Jiang Dakang was the leader of their group at a young age.

Jiang Dakang's expression was calm, his eyes were calm and he was able to hold up the scene and nodded gently towards Jiang Wenyuan, which could not be ignored but was not obvious.

At least the person next to him who was speaking could see clearly, and indeed his gaze stayed on Jiang Dakang for a few seconds.

"Who is your Excellency?" Jiang Wenyuan maintained a posture that was neither humble nor arrogant, but was not rude at all. He was full of the Jianghu aura that a person in the Jianghu should have.

"An unknown soldier is not worthy of being treated as an outsider."

That man was also dressed in black, with a small mustache at the corner of his mouth, but his hair was full of black, and he looked handsome and healthy without appearing old.

Jiang Chacha deeply felt that this man's mustache was stuck on, and it was extremely inconsistent with his demeanor.

The fight between the Duan Qing Fist disciple in the hall and the man wielding the Guanzhong Fierce Sword has reached a fever pitch. The Guanzhong Fierce Saber, which has not been seen for a long time, has fierce and unpredictable moves, is obviously the Duan Qingshan Dao. Disciples cannot stop it.

The Duan Qing Fist disciple was at a disadvantage, but he did not give up. He gritted his teeth and resisted the man's increasingly urgent sword. He was gradually losing the fight. His arms had been slashed several times by the sword. He belonged to the Duan Qing Shan lineage. The unique blue costume was also torn to pieces and blood was flowing out.

The man wielding the machete seemed to be so excited that he didn't lose any strength with each move.

In the end, the battle between the two sides ended with the disciple of Duan Qingshan losing to Guan Shan's fierce sword and being kicked to the ground and unable to get up again.

"Guan Songtao! You don't respect martial ethics! You actually fought with my bare-handed disciples with weapons! You can't win with force!"

An old man suddenly walked in outside the restaurant. He had gray hair on his temples and a white beard, but his figure did not look senile. Judging from his age, he must be in his 60s or 70s. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled directly at the man who was playing with the sword in Guanzhong. .

"Ha! Why are you making excuses! Don't you, Duan Qingshan, take Duan Qing Fist as the mainstream, and I, Guanzhong Fighting Sword, take Guanzhong Fighting Sword as the mainstream? Aren't the two sides just using their special skills to fight against each other?

Why, every time you Duan Qingshan disciples fight against someone, you still ask the opponent not to use weapons!What a joke! "

Guan Songtao looked at the old man with a sarcastic face, looked him up and down, and what he said made the old man blow his beard with anger:

"Ha! Chen Lei, I haven't seen you for decades. You really only have looks but no brains. Back then, you could even fight me with two moves. Now, looking at you like this, tsk tsk, I don't dare to bully the old man!"

Some people burst into laughter in the hall, but they fell silent under the sharp gazes of several disciples wearing green attires that followed behind Chen Lei.

Chen Lei seemed to have a hard time getting off the stage, but he couldn't show it under the gaze of the Duan Qingshan disciples behind him. After turning around a few times in the audience, he looked at the man with the mustache standing next to Jiang Chacha and the others. His eyes narrowed, and he wanted to speak but looked away when he saw him shaking his head obviously and his expression was cold.

Guan Songtao had been paying attention to Chen Lei's movements. He saw the movements of the man with the mustache and Chen Lei's performance. He observed carefully and found the black token hanging on the waist of the small mustache. He took a closer look and found the words engraved on it. He is a big "god" son.

A black black stone token with the word "god" engraved on it!

God Catching Hall!Shenyin Hall!

People from the imperial court came to Guangnan Fucheng so early!

It seems that the rumors are indeed true. Duan Qingshan has interacted with the imperial court and the emperor. The prince with a different surname, the prince of the Zhong family, is indeed feared by the emperor?

As expected, a master with great achievements will be feared by those in power. Do the emperor and the court want to support someone who can compete with the Zhong family and Green Bamboo Villa?

Guan Songtao frowned and thought deeply. After a moment, he snorted coldly at Chen Lei and left the restaurant.

Several Duan Qingshan disciples behind Chen Lei wanted to follow Guan Songtao but were stopped by Chen Lei. Several people stepped forward and carried the man who was still lying on the ground and still breathing out of the restaurant.

The waiter and shopkeeper in the restaurant seemed to be very skilled and began to move forward to remove the tables, chairs, benches, dishes and chopsticks that had been scattered due to the fight.

Jiang Chacha and the others had no intention of staying any longer and walked slowly around the city except for the restaurant.

After walking a few steps, they realized that the man with a small mustache seemed to be following them.

Jiang Dakang and Jiang Wenyuan looked at each other, then looked back vaguely, and then led a few people forward.

After a few turns, the little mustachioed man seemed to have become interested after almost following Jiang Chacha and his group several times, and then was unconsciously led by Pei Wunian into an alleyway with no way forward.

When the little mustache finally reacted, the black black stone waistband hanging on his waist fell away from his waist under his gaze and flew straight into the hands of Jiang Dakang, who was standing behind him with his arms stretched out.

Jiang Wenyuan spoke at this moment:

"Shenzi Signboard, are you from the imperial court? Shencat Hall? Shenyin Hall? You have a small mustache and a little red on the handle of the knife. You are the eldest disciple of Mo Shoutun of Shencat Hall, Venerable Mo Wen?"

The words spoken were questions, but with a determined tone.

The leader of the Divine Catching Hall is Mo Qingsang. He has four disciples who have been taught since childhood, two men and two women. Each of the two men has two swords. Mo Wen's sword hilt is tinged with a little red, and Mo Guan's hilt is dotted with a little red. Blue; the two women each hold two soft gold whips. Mo Yan's soft gold whip is mixed with red silk threads, and Mo Yu's soft gold whip is mixed with black silk threads.

"Why are you following us!" Jiang Sishan couldn't hold back and asked directly!

"Sure enough, Tianji Pavilion still has two brushes, but it's a pity that you disciples who have already revealed themselves don't seem to be very capable!"

Mo Wen had a smile on his face and mockery in his eyes.

Jiang Sishan, Jiang Wuhang, and Jiang Shiyuan were obviously irritated. They each touched their own weapons and were about to step forward to compete with Mo Wen, but were stopped by Jiang Ershi who was standing aside.

"Keng!" Jiang Ershi took out his Qingshuang Sword from his back, held the hilt, and drew out the blade.

Jiang Dakang and Jiang Wenyuan did not stop them. In a secret movement, they protected Jiang Chacha and Pei Wunian behind them and took a few steps back to make room for the two men holding swords in their hands.

"The disciples of Tianji Pavilion came here to ask for advice, and I also asked Venerable Mo to give me some advice."

Jiang Ershi bowed his hands in salute, his posture was very upright, and the etiquette was in place. After all, several younger brothers of the Jiang family will enter the Shenhua Hall and the Shenyin Hall in the future, so they should leave a line at this time so that they can meet each other in the future!

Mo Wen didn't show it on his face, but he nodded secretly in his heart. People who understand etiquette can get along anywhere.

This kid looks like he has a body full of muscles. Normally, a person with this kind of physique should use large and bulky weapons, but unexpectedly, he uses his body full of muscles to wield swords.

Then let me meet this guy!