When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

The young master's eyes were hot, Su He didn't care, but Feng Qing's anger rose "slowly", and he took a step forward to block him.

Su He met this young man only once, and later he chased him to Qilu Mountain, thinking about Fengqing's mood, Su He didn't see him either, that time when Fengqing joined forces just after the catastrophe, his back was full of injuries, Su He All my thoughts were on this, and now that I think about it carefully, I finally found a sense of familiarity.

Well, take this as an excuse.

"It's me." Su He saw the beautiful girl in a happy dress beside the young man, cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations on finding a good match, come and ask for a glass of wedding wine."

The young man came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "Come on, let's take a seat!"

"I won't sit down anymore. We still have something to do, so we'll leave right away." Su He touched Su Wenqing lightly after speaking.

Su He took it naturally, and then the magic weapon flew away from Su He's hand, carrying the envious and hot eyes of everyone, and arrived in front of the young master of the Shengyuan School.

"By the way, there are these." Feng Qing threw him a package, almost smashing it into the young master's arms. When he opened it, the young master's face changed slightly, and he gradually became relieved from the complexity.

Su He was curious: "What?"

Feng Qing folded her arms and stared at her rival: "It's nothing."

In fact, it was something left by the young master when he confessed his heartfelt confession in those few days. Su He didn't know that Zhaoqin originally wanted to throw it away, but Feng Qing stopped him. Don't think that this person is not worth it when he comes back. They took it If you don't come out, it happens to be returned together today.

"I see." The young man showed a smile: "Then let's go after drinking."

He is the young master of the Shengyuan Sect. Although he was rejected the first time he was tempted, and even today he can't forget the touch of white clothes, but he still carries the century-old foundation of the sect on his shoulders. The only daughter of the Dazongs, he has long warned himself that it is time to let go, and only when one can let go can there be a way.

But he couldn't help but look at Feng Qing more, he was obviously a swordsman, his breath was restrained and cold, and his appearance was as handsome as a cedar, he was indeed the perfect match for that person.

Seeing Feng Qing took a sip of the wine before giving it to Su He, the young master couldn't help being sour while laughing, it's good that they love each other.

And soon, the head of the Shengyuan Sect came, and it was the old Taoist.

The old Daoist stared like a torch, and he scanned the field. Suddenly, Su Wenqing and the three of them were really suspicious, but according to his son's explanation, they were friends.

"When did I make friends, why don't I know?" the old man asked in a low voice.

The young master didn't tell his father about the failure of chasing people, so he was embarrassed, "I met them some time ago when I went down the mountain to practice, and I said at that time, if I get married, I will invite them over."

The old Taoist knew that his son was simple-minded, and he was dubious when he heard the words. It was impossible for the three of them to sneak into his room and destroy the mark before coming out.

Emperor Wang Yuan hid himself and sat on the highest branch of the tree, burning bones on the left and bones on the right, watching the excitement together.

Unless Heng Jun is there, no one will find his trace.

This child is really simple, Su He thought, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his sudden appearance, he really believed the talk of asking for a wedding drink, but the cultivation world is full of confidantes and friends that he made by chance on the road, which is also quite heroic.

But the old man is still jealous and suspicious of them, the imprint is ruined, he looks like a murderer to everyone these days.

This old man refused to let them go, and insisted on keeping them to eat wine on the grounds that Su Wenqing and others took good care of their son. Su Wenqing and Su He looked at each other and felt that they could not leave now. Seeing what the old man meant, he sat down.

"Xianzun, the bride is looking at you, maybe she has noticed something, and wants to see what the person my fiancé is thinking of looks like."

Su He sat in the middle, and Su Wenqing whispered to him in a teasing tone, which made Su He shake his head repeatedly.

"Ask Qing Xianjun, I heard that Tianlan sent three people to fight for you back then, and Lu Xinghe from the Void Realm, is that spectacular?" Su He choked lightly.

Su Wenqing flicked his sleeves and sat upright without saying a word.

They were chatting here, and there were two monks flying up on the field, both using swords. On this occasion, various sects and sects were mixed, and they all wanted to show their edge and give their sect a long face. Su Wen was not surprised early in the morning .

However, the two sword cultivators... Feng Qing's blood was exhausted by seeing the sword skills.

Su He held his hand and said in relief: "You can't use your standards to demand others, just imagine that it's not a sword, but some other weapon."

Feng Qing closed her eyes, "But that is indeed a sword."

Su He: "..."

Feng Qing's obsession with cleanliness on the "sword" is unimaginable. Su He sometimes thinks, fortunately, his natal magic weapon is not a sword.

Su Wenqing drank his tea with his head down. He felt that the fragrance of Yulong Xuecui was good, but he didn't notice when the two of them ended up on the field. Then a shadow appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he looked up to find that it was the young master.

The little young master stared at Feng Qing, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, men were all good-looking, and he wanted to see who he lost to.

Feng Qing raised her eyebrows, and then heard the young master say, "Fight with me?"

"Are you sure?" Feng Qing drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The young master gave way, and already had the demeanor of a master: "Please!"

"Take it easy later," Su He urged.

The young master hurriedly said: "I will."

Su He: "..."

Feng Qing got up, untied Cang Ling from his back, and said coldly: "My Taoist companion means that I want to be gentle when I beat you."

Young Master: "..."

The old Taoist on the high platform looked over. His Cong'er's swordsmanship has improved over the years. Although he dare not say that he is the best among his peers, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best. Or today, he Shengyuan faction is holding a happy event, so he can't give up this little face, can he?

Liu Wangyuan stared at the old Taoist expressionlessly, while Taigu said from the side, "Why is that stinky smell still there?"

Liu Juyuan said lightly, "Because it's on him."

Liu Huangyuan guessed before that the old Taoist was enshrining the ghost seal, but the ghost seal has been destroyed, the smell is still there, the performance of the old Taoist can be said to be calm, thinking about it now, he broke the restrictions around the ghost seal, and ascended half a step Cultivation, how did the old man notice it in the first place?The only explanation is that he has already fused part of the ghost mark, as if it was all on his body, so it's strange that he doesn't feel it.

Unlike the situation of Wang Wangshou, Liu Wangyuan thought to himself that this is the real seizure.

The young master's name is Yin Cong, and he practiced hard at ordinary times. His spiritual root is earth, and his sword skills are mainly torrential and heavy. The sword body is half a finger wider than ordinary swords, and there is a windy sound when swung.

As a result, Feng Qing didn't like his sword very much.

"Your Excellency, please do your best." Yin Cong said.

Feng Qing didn't attack Cang Ling, otherwise it would be too bullying. Yin Cong suddenly moved, his movements were treacherous, but the sword intent seemed to tremble and roll like an earthquake, and suddenly swept over!

"Good! This set of 'Earthquake Kyushu' is full of sharpness, and the base is very stable, giving people the illusion of being in a rugged valley. It is worthy of being the young master of the Shengyuan faction. It really..."

The words of approval stuck in his throat, and the scene fell into a dead silence.

Yin Cong didn't seem to understand what happened, and he continued to chop, but his sword had been broken from the middle by another sword, and the golden stone of Linggu was refined, like a bamboo shoot, all the way down from the middle , cut to the position of the hilt.

"Does Feng Qing understand what it means to show mercy?" Su Wenqing asked Su He in a low voice.

Su He struggled to explain: "I think I'm already being merciful..."

Sitting on the tree, Liu Juyuan sighed: "You are merciful, anyone who is too cruel will be split open."

Feng Qing didn't expect this kind of situation, the hand holding the sword shook slightly, and frowned at Yin Cong: "Didn't you put your heart into the sword?"

This is the foundation of sword repair, and prepares for the unity of human and sword in the future.

Feng Qing has already made up his mind that even holding a wooden stick in his hand today is enough to invincible, but Yin Cong is not good, he has a superficial appearance, no matter how good the sword is forged, it is nothing to meet ordinary people, but Feng Qing, the No. 1 sword that will open the Heavenly Gate is not on the same level at all.

Yin Cong's face turned red immediately, and he had an inexplicable illusion that he was being reprimanded by his elders for not doing good deeds. It is true that Feng Qing's tone was not harsh.

"I, I..." Yin Cong lost in a daze, and he was still in a daze.

"Give me the sword." Feng Qing stretched out his hand.

Yin Cong subconsciously handed it over.

Feng Qing glanced inside, and said in a deep voice, "Although gold and stone are good, what kind of emerald jade should be put inside?"

"Huh!" Emperor Zun exclaimed, especially remembering that when Feng Qing first came, he was a fool who only knew how to use a sword. After following him for a long time, he has the ability to distinguish things.

Yin Cong didn't understand anything, so he kept saying "hmm", and after "hmm", he finally realized that his sword was broken!

That was his favorite!

But if you lose, you lose. Yin Cong also understands that he is far from Feng Qing, he didn't even see Feng Qing's sword moves clearly!It is already embarrassing to have your sword cut off, and it would be too unreasonable to go up and claim for compensation.

"Admiration!" Yin Cong cupped his hands, grabbed the sword and ran away.

Feng Qing's straight temper like Cang Ling's was revealed at this moment, he stretched out his hand slightly, and said, "Otherwise, I'll change the stick, and let's fight again?"

Very insulting.

Liu Wangyuan: "...this person is hopeless even when he's stupid."

Sure enough, everyone thought that Feng Qing was insulting others, and an elder who watched Yin Cong grow up quit, and immediately drew his sword and walked in front of Feng Qing: "Ignorant boy, I will meet you!"

Feng Qing sincerely: "I don't want to fight with you..."

Feng Qing sighed and was forced to make a move. This time it was three moves, and he chopped off the elder's saber again.

Feng Qing began to feel sorry, and put Cang Ling on his back, intending to return to his seat.

But first cut off the young master's sword, and then the elder's. Although it was a martial arts competition, it was not much different from knocking on the field.

"I'll do it!" This time, it was Yin Cong's mother who played the stage this time. She was a famous pungent child in the Six Realms when she was a girl. How could she just sit idly by and ignore her son's humiliation with the sect?

"It's over, it's over." Emperor Zun grabbed a handful of orchid beans from the ring, his eyes widened.