Following the direction pointed by the guide, Huang Hao, Guo Mo and others advanced towards the mountain wall where the bamboo building was located. For the people in the martial arts world, there was no pressure on the steep mountain wall. Even Guo Jie, the weakest, easily came to the mountain wall with his body skills.

There is a narrow and wide platform on the mountain wall. At first glance, I saw that many bamboo buildings were densely built on the platform. Looking at the dilapidated bamboo buildings, it was obvious that the bamboo buildings had been destroyed for some years. The bamboos built had already decayed a lot, and some holes could even be seen in many places. However, everyone also discovered that there were many green bamboo strips on many bamboo buildings in this bamboo building complex. Needless to say, since the Songshan Sword Sect designated this place as a temporary residence for the participating forces of the martial arts conference, it must have spent some effort to simply repair the bamboo buildings.

"It's so petty and super power, he actually uses these bamboo buildings to entertain guests." Guo Jie whispered in a low voice, but it aroused the praise of the others.

However, Guo Mo glared at Guo Jie fiercely. It was obvious that Guo Jie had not understood what he said just now.

Huang Hao smiled and said, "We can't blame the Songshan Sword Sect all. After all, the Songshan Sword Sect is so big, and there are so many forces participating in the martial arts conference. It may not be easy to place so many people. Fortunately, we came early, and if it were a little later, we might not even be our turn to these bamboo buildings."

Everyone nodded thoughtfully and looked at the bamboo building on the platform. They saw that most of the bamboo building had already moved in, and only a few were left without anyone. At this moment, there were still forces outside the valley from time to time. I am afraid that in a moment, the remaining bamboo building would be filled.

"Hurry up and find a place to settle down." Huang Hao reminds everyone: "After I settle down, I will also go and inquire about Mr. Guo and the head of the Ximen family."

Everyone nodded with consent, because at this moment they saw that two more forces were going to head towards the bamboo building, and they should move faster so that they would not be able to get ahead of others.

Soon, Huang Hao and others found two bamboo buildings not far apart. The guide told them that they could only use two bamboo buildings, otherwise they would not mind occupying one more. After all, six people would still appear crowded when they lived in two small bamboo buildings.

The bamboo house is very simple, just an empty shell made of bamboo, with no furniture such as tables, chairs, beds, etc., let alone other daily necessities. In this regard, everyone can do nothing except complaining.

"Since you come, you will be at ease." Guo Mo's style of the elder brother made everyone lose their temper in one sentence. Even if they were still dissatisfied, they would not dare to say anything more.

At this moment, a noisy sound rang out not far away, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw a few young people in an open space not far away, complaining loudly.

"What a shit Songshan Sword Sect? It's okay if we can't live in those luxurious buildings, why don't we even give us bamboo buildings?"

"That's right, someone else moved in before, why did it be our turn to say that the bamboo house is already full?"

"I think it's clearly targeting Qinghemen!"

Several young disciples were obviously extremely dissatisfied with the current situation. They spoke more and more vigorously, and their words criticized the Songshan Sword Sect became more and more unscrupulous, which quickly alarmed the entire bamboo building area. However, at this moment, the bamboo building area, which was still noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, leaving only the shouts of a group of people from Qinghemen.

"I know that Qinghe Sect is a force in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It has an ancestor who is transcendent in the sect. I heard that it is very powerful in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang area." Guo Mo frowned and said, "The head of the family seemed to have visited him in person before, but he didn't even miss our Guo family."

Huang Hao glanced at the Guo disciples around him indifferently, and saw that except for Guo Mo, the other four people were looking at the Qinghemen with excitement, with joy on their faces, as if what Qinghemen was doing was exactly what they wanted to do. Seeing this scene, Huang Hao just smiled slightly and had no intention of speaking. Only Guo Mo had a look of doubt on his face. He always felt that the atmosphere at this moment was too weird.

Just as the crowd of people from Qinghemen were cursing happily, a figure quietly floated up to the bamboo building area.

Seeing this figure, the entire bamboo building area became even more silent.

An elder led by Qinghemen seemed to have some feelings and subconsciously stopped the noise of his disciples.

"Hmph, keep shouting, why don't you?" A cold voice sounded behind the Qinghemen people, causing everyone to shivered. At this moment, they only felt a cold and bone-bone-bone-like aura covering them all.

They turned their heads and saw that there was a person standing behind them at some point.

The elders led by Qinghemen were sweating coldly. He didn't notice when the person in front of him appeared behind him. Thinking of the sudden quietness of the bamboo building area, he immediately started to curse. Those people in the bamboo building area must have seen this person coming up, but no one reminded him.

"Is it him?" At this moment, Guo Mo, who was in the bamboo building, looked at the figure and couldn't help but shout. This person was no one else, but the disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect who had previously led them to come to the bamboo building.

"Qinghemen, you're very arrogant. Did you curse so happily just now?" The disciple of Songshan Sect looked at the elders of Qinghemen coldly, and his tone was full of mockery: "I just asked you to find an open space to build a tent by yourself. Now you are making trouble in this bamboo building area. Why? Is my words not strong enough?"

The elders of Qinghemen were speechless. The disciples of Songshan Sect had indeed said that the bamboo building was full and they asked them to set up a tent themselves. However, the disciples they brought were all spoiled and could not bear the feeling of being inferior, so they came here to make trouble. They were also a little dissatisfied with the lack of attention to the Songshan Sword Sect, so they did not stop their disciples from making trouble.

"Why are you so arrogant? Our Qinghemen also has an ancestor who is transcendent in the realm. Why should we be inferior to others and live in a tent?" A disciple of Qinghemen couldn't help but curse.

Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect smiled, and was particularly gloomy: "Arrogant? Is Qinghemen amazing? In front of me, Qinghemen is like garbage. I will let you live wherever you want. Do you have room for resistance?"

Arrogance, what is arrogance? A disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect dares to talk to the people from Qinghemen. Is this arrogance?

"You...got your mother! Who are you?" The Qinghe Sect disciple was flushed when he was spoken, and he immediately sweared.

"Not good!" Hearing his disciples say this, the elders of Qinghemen knew that something was wrong. But before he could react, a blood light exploded beside him.

"Xiao Zhi!" He exclaimed, and hurriedly looked at his disciples, his eyes suddenly burst. He saw that his disciples' faces were pale at the moment, and one arm had already flew into the air at some point, and it was falling to the ground with a "thump".

"Ah, Master, my hand..." The Qinghemen disciple named Xiaozhi screamed in horror, while rushing to pick up his broken arm.

The elder of Qinghemen hurriedly tapped Xiaozhi's shoulder a few times to stop the bleeding for the latter. Then he looked at the disciples of Songshan with a blue face and shouted: "We are here to attend the martial arts conference. You are actually cutting off my disciple's arm. Isn't it too fierce? Is this the way to treat guests in your Songshan Sword Sect?"

"The way to treat guests?" The disciples of Songshan sneered: "The way to treat guests? You Qinghemen dares to speak loudly in the Songshan Sword Sect. It is a good idea to cut off one of your disciples' arms. If you shout again, the next time you will cut off your head."

"What a Songshan Sword Sect, it's so cruel!" The elder of Qinghemen laughed anxiously, and the grandmaster's aura rose on his body.

"For those who abide by the rules, our Songshan Sword Sect will naturally treat you with courtesy. If you Qinghemen do not abide by the rules, don't blame us for being vicious." The Songshan disciple sneered: "Why, do you still want to do it?"

The elder of Qinghemen stared at the Songshan disciple who was much younger than him in front of him, and his eyes almost burst into flames: "Learn the skills of the Songshan disciple!"

While speaking, he suddenly pulled out the scimitar beside him.

However, before he could make any moves, a brilliant sword light exploded, and the head of the Qinghemen elder suddenly separated from his body. At the same level as the Grandmaster, the Qinghemen elder was killed instantly in front of this disciple of Songshan.

"Zheng--" The long sword was sheathed, and the disciples of Songshan looked at the headless corpse of the elder of Qinghemen disdainfully and spat: "What kind of garbage can you dare to clamor with the Songshan Sword Sect? A few people came, the bodies were thrown off the cliff, and the living garbage was thrown outside to avoid affecting others' mood!"

Immediately, a few people dressed in a Songshan Sword Sect disciples jumped up and cleaned up the scene without saying a word.

"Abide by the rules for me, so that my sword will not be bloody again!" The disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect who was committing murder snorted coldly and left alone, leaving only the silence of the scene.

Below, when the newly arrived forces saw this scene, they were a little dissatisfied and became honest all of a sudden. Without the instructions of the disciples of Songshan, they took the initiative to set up a tent. Those who had no tents simply sat on the ground. There was no way. Although the night was cold in the mountains, it would be much better to suffer from cold for a few days than to face the unreasonableness of the Songshan Sword Sect.

In the bamboo building, Guo Mo and others were afraid to show off their anger, and their eyes were full of horror. Especially Guo Jie, who was even more trembling. You must know that he had confronted this person before. If Guo Mo had not forced him to apologize, he would have ended up like Qinghemen at this moment.

"This is the precepts of the weak. The strong don't need to reason with the weak!" Guo Mo sighed and said solemnly to the brothers around him: "From now on, everyone must be low-key. The martial arts world is too cruel. Before we become strong, we must protect ourselves!"

Huang Hao nodded and saw the scene in front of him. Guo Mo and others might have grown a lot.

“Huh?”

At this moment, Huang Hao suddenly exclaimed lightly, but his eyes looked at the entrance of the valley. He saw another group of people, all women. The leader was a colorful sedan chair, and the person sitting inside was obviously the leader of the team.

However, what attracted Huang Hao's attention were the four people carrying sedan chairs. The two people in front were actually Mr. Guo and Ximen Feng.

Seeing this scene, Huang Hao's eyes suddenly became cold.
Chapter completed!