Jianghu are all masters

104.

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at Mo Wentian in a daze, feeling a little flustered.

Why did Mo Wentian appear here?

Even if Xing Yan wrote a letter to the Devil's Sect to receive Pei Wuluan's ugly face, the Devil's Sect is so far away from the Wulin League, and the letter would take at least ten days and a half months to be delivered. How could Mo Wentian catch up so quickly? come over?

He couldn't help linking Mo Wentian's appearance in the Wulin League with those coffins.

He began to worry a little.

This rivers and lakes...wouldn't really start to be chaotic, would it?

He couldn't see what Mo Wentian was saying, but he could still see what Xing Yan was saying.

"My subordinates have heard that several coffins have been received in the League, and one of them has your name written on it." Xing Yan suppressed her voice, but she seemed to be indescribably angry, "My subordinates thought that this was done by Tianming Pavilion. "

Tianming Pavilion?

A new sect appeared that Zhang Xiaoyuan had never heard of.

Not only that, these three characters seem to be inexplicably named, but also have the demeanor of evil names.

"Yes, now Peigou... President Pei thinks that this matter was done by Youhuan Palace, and he has ordered people to investigate thoroughly." Xing Yan paused, listened carefully to Mo Wentian's words, and then answered , "Don't worry, there is no young master's name in the coffin."

Mo Wentian should have come here because of the Tianming Pavilion, Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that Jiang Jianyu's guess might be right, Mo Wentian hadn't entered the rivers and lakes for a long time, there are always some people who can't sit still and want to fight the supremacy of the evil way.

Mo Wentian looked at the two people who were carried up for the competition again, he seemed to have stopped talking, while Xing Yan was still hesitating, but suddenly stepped forward, and said in a low voice: "This subordinate has something important to report...it is about President Pei. of."

Zhang Xiaoyuan suddenly became energetic.

coming!

Xing Yan's painstakingly written Peigou Guilty Book is coming!

Although this matter was caused by Zhang Xiaoyuan, Zhang Xiaoyuan also felt a little bit guilty, but when he saw Mo Wentian appearing, he felt more excited about watching the play.

Jiang Jianyu asked him from the side: "Junior brother, what else? Where are the others?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan wished he could concentrate on staring at Xing Yan, and hastily told Lu Zhaoming what he had observed and seen just now, saying: "The basic rankings are between 150 and [-], it's not difficult, just keep kicking your ass!"

Jiang Jianyu: "Everyone kicks their butts? That's too ugly!"

Hua Liuque said with emotion: "What is this, the Ass Flying Conference?"

Lu Zhaoming was thoughtful: "I understand."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was still staring at Xing Yan.

Hearing Pei Wuluan's name, Mo Wentian looked sideways slightly, and even lightly lifted some of the black veil covering his face, but only his sharpened chin and slightly pursed lips were exposed, signaling for Xing Yan to continue talking.

Zhang Xiaoyuan became even more excited.

You have to watch the show in full!

With Mo Wentian's black veil lifted, he could even know what Mo Wentian said!

"My subordinates came to the Wulin League and heard a lot of rumors!" Xing Yan was emotional, "Pei Wuluan still has contacts with Ji Huaidie and others, and there are even rumors that the young master is the blood of Ji Huaidie and Pei Wuluan !"

Mo Wentian just hummed lightly and said, "Understood."

In Xing Yan's eyes, his response was like a poor person who knew that his sweetheart was going all over the place but was forced to endure it. She was even more annoyed, and said through gritted teeth: "Not only that! There are even rumors in Zhengdao Jianghu that he has ten friends outside. Multiple illegitimate children—”

"No." Mo Wentian finally responded, even after hearing these words, he still looked calm, "Ji Huaidie used to be his confidante."

Xing Yan: "Yes! It's too hateful!"

Mo Wentian said indifferently: "He won't want to see me kill her with my own hands."

Xing Yan was stunned.

Xing Yan: "He...he has more than ten illegitimate children."

Mo Wentian looked sideways slightly: "He doesn't have the guts."

It took Xing Yan a long time to spit out Pei Wuluan's next crime.

"He...he is still a dog who can't change his eating shit!" Xing Yan said, "I can't walk when I see a pretty one!"

"No problem." Mo Wentian said, "Let him watch."

Xing Yan: "But..."

Mo Wentian didn't reply again.

His thin lips curled up and down, as if he was smiling.

Under the reflection of the black veil, his complexion was as pale as white paper, and his shape was like a ghost, but he carried a sharp arrogance, which was quite different from the soft and charming beauty Zhang Xiaoyuan imagined.

But Xing Yan already understood, she lowered her head, and muttered in a low voice: "It's my subordinate who is being abrupt."

So what if Pei Wuluan really likes to stare at beauties?When it comes to rivers and lakes, who else can compare to Mo Wentian in appearance?

He has nothing to worry about.

Zhang Xiaoyuan seemed to be staring at them for too long, Mo Wentian noticed something, turned his head slightly, and glanced this way.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was so frightened that he immediately looked away, pretending that he was fighting in the stands.

Fortunately, Mo Wentian only glanced at him, and quickly turned his gaze back. He was probably still worried about revealing his identity. When he found someone noticed him, he pulled down his gauze and talked to Xing Yan for a while. Turn around and leave.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt a little bit reluctant to leave the big show. He looked up at the Tianxing Hall, but he saw Pei Wuluan's eyes—he seemed to be staring at this side all the time, with a deadpan expression on his face, very calm, and then Countless words were flipped out above the head.

"Why is he really here!"

"I haven't finished my apology letter yet!"

"I am done."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

As Hua Liuque said, a good martial arts meeting turned into a kicking ass flying meeting. Zhang Xiaoyuan was dumbfounded in the audience. He found that the strength of the big brother and the luck of the big brother are almost invincible in this sword competition. Top ten, he can easily win No.1.

The first day of the martial arts conference was over, and when they went back together, someone came up to ask about the specific situation of their sect. Jiang Jianyu answered them, while Zhang Xiaoyuan rubbed his chin, thinking seriously.

The senior brother is also handsome. He has a new sword spike. He looks a little richer and his martial arts are still so high. If they come to the martial arts conference this time, they will be able to bring a few juniors back.

Zhang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt a little vicissitudes.

He has only been a beginner for a few days, how come there are so many juniors all of a sudden?

He sat aside and sighed deeply.

105.

The martial arts conference has just ended, and everyone is leaving the venue and returning to their respective residences. The crowd is coming and going, Zhang Xiaoyuan looks at the words that appear and disappear above everyone's head, and feels that most of the secrets of the world are already in his hands. Some new juniors... the cost of the division will definitely increase accordingly, it's time for me to expand my unique business of making a fortune.

First and foremost is how he should conceal his identity.

The risk of buying and selling news in this arena is extremely high, and if you are not careful, you will offend many people. Therefore, those who dare to sell news are mostly big sects like Yanzilou and the Beggars' Gang. He must hide his identity.

He doesn't know how to disguise himself, so how can he disguise himself so that others can't recognize him?

Wearing a mask is definitely not an option. Simply covering your face can deceive other people, but not familiar people. Zhang Xiaoyuan had to think hard, recalling the people around him who are good at concealing their identities over and over again, and wanted to learn from them. Find solutions to problems.

Then a face appeared in his mind.

Pu Yangjing.

Who would have thought that that slender beauty would be Pu Yangjing, the capital of Tianji Xuanying Guard.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that he had an excellent solution.

But he really didn't want to use this method at all.

He patted his head hard, and decided to think about the next solution.

What if...he didn't meet those people?

Let them put the questions they want to ask in one place and put the answers back themselves?

This is still a bit dangerous, it would be bad if someone followed him.

Then combine the two, let them put the questions they want to ask in one place, and change into women's clothes after going down the mountain to have a look.

But... But Zhang Xiaoyuan doesn't want to wear women's clothes at all!

He covered his face, feeling that he urgently needed to find someone to learn the disguise technique.

He rubbed his face, Jiang Jianyu seemed to have introduced the teacher to those people, and Pei Jun was looking for them everywhere, he said a few days ago that he would take them for a stroll in Baicang City, and today happened to be free , I want to invite them to go out for a meal together, and take a stroll in the night market by the way.

Zhang Xiaoyuan had long forgotten his big plan to memorize the sword manual, he kept nodding, and Lu Zhaoming had no objection, but he got up too early today, Jiang Jianyu was sleepy early, he was not very interested in eating and just wanted to go back to rest, but Hualiuque clutched his leg, and he really wanted to go out with them, but he couldn't move anymore.

Baicang City was originally a small city, and since then, the Martial Arts League has established its roots, and has gradually grown stronger. Now it is considered a wealthy place close to several states. I took them around one by one, and when they decided to return to the Wulin League, the second watch drum had already passed, Zhang Xiaoyuan walked as if his legs were not his own, and he couldn't help yawning.

Pei Jun was still talking to Lu Zhaoming. He was in a good mood. Talking about Lu Zhaoming's performance in the sword discussion today, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Young Xia Lu, you really offended everyone today."

Lu Zhaoming frowned slightly, and said, "Since it's a competition..."

Pei Junze: "You shouldn't let them lose face like that."

They took a shortcut back to the Martial Arts League, and Pei Jun led them into a small road. He was about to continue talking, but suddenly there was another pause. The original cheerful tone disappeared. He raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his voice, and asked: "Listen Are you there?"

Lu Zhaoming also nodded: "There are a lot of people."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Huh?"

He wanted to look back, but Lu Zhaoming grabbed his arm, pulled him to his side, and said, "Don't look back."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was very nervous.

Pei Junzefang said that senior brother offended many people today, and they were followed when they returned to the Wulin League. He couldn't help but think about it, and always felt that those behind him might be disgruntled people in the Wulin League.

He didn't dare to turn back, so he walked a few steps forward, and he could already hear the hurried footsteps of the people behind him.

Those people didn't hide it at all, as if they wanted to stop them on this road.

It just so happened that a figure flashed under Fang's tree shadow, and several other men in black blocked the way, blocking their way forward.

Lu Zhaoming had already picked up the sword in his hand and asked, "Who is it?"

At the same time he said this sentence, Zhang Xiaoyuan looked up at the heads of those people.

Almost everyone has the familiar three big characters on their heads.

"Tianming Pavilion"

They should have come for Pei Junze.