Before he finished speaking, the black-robed swordsman sitting by the pool turned his head and looked contemptuous:

"If you can't speak, let your master come out and give me a wink. You are not worthy."

"Buzz--"

There was noisy up and down from Duobao Pond.

I was quite polite if I refused just now, but now I said this just nakedly and didn’t take the other party seriously.

Isn’t it obvious that the other party is from Luojianshan?

After all, the manager is from Duobaotan, with guests on both sides. He rashly pulled Zuo Lingquan and his business would definitely be greatly reduced in the future, so he chose to laugh and not answer.

Zou Shizong's face turned cold and he looked at the Diaoyutai on the third floor of the round building.

It was at this moment that the bead curtain on the Diaoyutai opened, and three figures flew out from it, crossing a hundred-foot-deep pool in the shape of a mountain, and landed around Zuo Lingquan and the other three.

The person in the head is a man wearing a brocade robe with cloud patterns. He looks in his thirties, with a blue-scattered sword hanging on his back, a sword plaque hanging on his waist, a nose like an eagle hook, a eyebrows like a knife, and a noble body. It is Han Chupeng, the God of Wealth here.

Zou Shizong did not speak anymore and retreated to Han Chupeng.

Han Chupeng looked at the three people sitting by the pool and condescending:

"Little friend is brave and courageous. People who don't take me seriously are rare in the world. If you report to your family, if you know each other, I will give you some face and spare you this time."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes turned back to the pool:

"I said you can't afford to offend me, do you believe it?"

“…”

Duobaotan looked at each other, and they were half-believing and half-doubted about this. After all, this kid was too crazy. He knew that the other party was from Luojianshan and still said this. He either had a big background or had a good brain.

Han Chupeng was not stupid and lacked the second generation ancestor. Although the other party was angry in his heart, he still didn't get angry directly and looked at the owner here first.

Chen Wanning, the head of Duobaotan, was no longer easy to interfere. He went up to take care of the matter and always asked for trouble. When he saw Han Chupeng looking over, he just shook his head and signaled that he didn't know him.

Bao Xiangyang next to him, as a person from the Eight-Armed Xuanmen, naturally would not disturb such muddy waters and would not have any movement.

Han Chupeng has a good experience. When he recalls the great immortals that Luojianshan cannot afford to offend, he passes all the famous geniuses again and makes sure that they don’t look like one of them, and then he speaks:

"Boy, I'll give you the last chance to report your home. If you don't tell me, it will be too late to show your identity if something happens later. Even if you are the direct descendant of the ancestor Huang Chao and don't have any eyes, this account will not be counted on the top of my Luojian Mountain."

Zuo Lingquan never turned around, his tone was plain:

"I am the direct descendant of the ancestor Huang Chao. You can get out now and don't seek death by yourself."

“…?”

The audience was confused.

This kid can't even pull the tiger-skinned banner. If you say it's a little bit smaller, Luo Jianshan might really stop.

Say it is the original legend of the Sword God?

There are countless disciples of the Sword God, but only one direct disciple. Later, he was removed from the name of the master. Now he is called the "Northern Region Demon King". Can you still be the "Four Saints of Youying"?

Han Chupeng was so angry that he smiled, spread his hands and looked around:

"So what if it's the original master of the old sword god? I don't have any eyes to find a fight, and the old sword god comes to me to help me. How could I be afraid of being in Jianshan?"

This is completely swearing. The Sword God really comes over. The ancestor of Xiaoshan will definitely slim down on the spot. Are you not afraid?

However, the cow was the black-robed swordsman who was sitting in the seat and the monks present didn't say anything.

Han Chupeng's eyes turned back to Zuo Lingquan: "The market rules are not allowed to use weapons privately. I greeted you in advance and persuaded you not to be reckless, and the etiquette has been exhausted. Now, in full view of everyone, thousands of people on the court are watching, which is not considered as attacking you privately, right?"

Zuo Lingquan held the fishing rod in one hand, his voice casually:

"Not count."

"call--"

Many monks next to the pool stood up with surprise, not expecting that this person was so brainless.

He was biting the rules of the market and refused to let go. If Han Chupeng threatened, it would be difficult to really take action in the market. At most, he would go outside the market to block the door.

Saying this now is equivalent to admitting that the two sides are duel voluntarily, and the countless monks present are watching as evidence. The priests in the market are not easy to deal with when they see it. Isn’t this seeking death?

When Han Chupeng heard this, his smiling face gradually became gloomy and then turned into anger.

Han Chupeng is a person with great face. When he talked about this, he would not give him any steps. Even if he couldn't figure out the background of this black-robed swordsman, he would have to fire the arrow on the string. He left in shame, and Luo Jianshan could not lose his face.

"I have a kind!"

Han Chupeng held the sword behind him: "Stay it, take this son for me."

Everyone's breathing condensed.

It was also at this moment that a slight sound came from the round building:

Click—

The black-robed swordsman sitting by the pool had not moved, but one of the two swords on his waist popped out half an inch.

The sword light was like snow, and it was like a thousand-foot-foot-old dragon, opening its eyes in the deep sea of ​​Nine Netherworld!

In an instant, the entire Duobao Pond felt like falling from an ice cellar.

Bao Xiangyang, who was standing on the other side of the third floor watching the fire, was currently the highest in Taoist craftsmanship. Seeing this scene, his pupils suddenly magnified and he thought it was not good.

The Luojian Mountain beside Han Chupeng was enshrined in Zou Shizong. He realized that something was wrong and unsheathed the sword behind him. Later, he came to Han Chupeng first, trying to block the sword.

Scream—

A slight sword sounded in Duobao Pool, just like a sharp blade slashing the paper and something broke.

This sword is too fast!

When Zou Shizong set out his sword, he found that the black-robed swordsman was holding a fishing rod in his left hand and his right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword at some point.

Thinking that the other party was going to completely pull out the sword, Zou Shizong quickly withdrew the sword and returned to defense.

But the mind moves, but the hands and feet do not obey the orders.

Zou Shizong wanted to look down, but found that his head fell directly from his neck and fell to the ground.

It was not until this time that Zou Shizong was shocked to find that the black-robed swordsman put his hand on the hilt of the sword, not setting out the sword, but having already withdrawn the sword!

There are not a thousand monks in Duobaotan who can see the style of this sword clearly!

"Buzz--"

Countless monks up and down the round building, until Zou Shizong's head suddenly fell to the ground, he realized that the black-robed swordsman had made a move, and his eyes showed shock and incredibleness of seeing the coming of the celestial immortal.

But it's not over yet!

Han Chupeng saw Zou Shizong who was protecting him, his head left his neck, and the anger in his eyes turned into surprise in an instant. The sword behind him was barely pulled out of his scabbard.

It was at this moment.

The black-robed swordsman didn't even turn his head, and the ancient long sword on his waist burst out with bright sword light again.

Han Chupeng's hair stood upside down, as if falling from the ice abyss. He saw the sword light, but could not see the sword shadow. He used all his skills to use even a method of protecting his body. The flow of true energy in his body was like a staggering speed, which made him retreat a few inches.

Snap-

The sword light was like a white rainbow, lightly speaking, but it was inevitable, as if in an instant, the entire Duobao Pond wind became two parts.

However, this time, the invincible sword light stopped a few feet in front of Han Chupeng.

Everyone finally saw the style of the black-robed swordsman when he was unsheathed, but the sword was still out.

A black-robed swordsman holding a fishing rod sat cross-legged beside the deep pool, stretching his right hand straight and pointing his sword to his side.

Before the sword edge of the ancient six-faced sword, there was an extra man in brocade clothes, holding a turtle-backed inkstone in his hand, and there was a clear sword mark on the inkstone, which almost divided the entire inkstone into two.

Duobao Pond was silent, and many people had not seen clearly what had happened at this time.

Most people only felt that a flash of sight was revealed. The situation by the cold pond turned into a black-robed swordsman holding a sword in his right hand and pointed at Shen Wanning, the head of Duobaotan; Han Chupeng stepped back several steps; Zou Shizong stood in place with his sword, with his head missing on his neck.

Dong--

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Until this moment, Zou Shizong's head, with a shocked face, fell to the ground, bounced a few times, rolled into the deep pool, bringing a piece of blood.

thump--

Everyone up and down the round building held their breath and condensed their breath. Looking at the man in black robe who was raising his sword and stretching out his eyes, his eyes were shocked.

The handsome man in black robe seemed to have not moved from beginning to end. He stared at the fish float in the pool, his sword eyebrows were light and light, just like he was just a leisure time for fishing. He raised his hand casually and swept away the flying insects and catkins around him.

But the movements were light and the sword intent on his back made it difficult to look directly at the figure of this person.

It seemed that even the little beast in the water was frozen in place under the terrifying sword intent, and could only hear the sound of the head bounced on the ground and the blood gushing on the neck.

Dong--

The fish float in the pool moved again, causing a circle of ripples.

In the silence of the scene, Zuo Lingquan handed the fishing rod to Qiu Tao beside him, stood up slowly, holding a sword in one hand, pointing at Shen Wanning.

He is already tall. His actions just now, coupled with the sword intent that looks down on all living beings, the scene looks like a god from outside the sky, standing above the sky, pointing his sword at an ant on the ground:
To be continued...