Chapter 231 Resilience!

"This is the head of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, Wu Feng." Bai Qinan immediately introduced.

The sect leader wearing a black gauze hat nodded, but didn't speak, and she didn't respond at all when she saw the salute.

Wu Feng was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect the head of the Miaoshan Sword Sect to be so cold, or he said that he, the little hall master, didn't catch her eyes so much.

Wu Feng walked and found that those sword girls who were also hall masters were staring at him closely.

Wu Feng is a person over 30 years old anyway, and he will not confidently think that others are looking for him.

Most of them wanted to compete with themselves. It was rare for a master of the Yaoshan Sword Sect to come to their mountain. These sword girls who were obsessed with the way of swords themselves probably wished to greet them with their swords now.

There seems to be another important reason.

They really don't welcome men here.

Miss Nan Lingsha, who arrived first, was sitting under the white umbrella tent, with sweet fruit and fine wine in front of her, and a female disciple was waiting beside her.

And Haoye didn't get such good treatment, he basically sat outside, the wind was blowing, the sun was shining, there was a cup of the most simple water in front of him, and nothing else.

Wu Feng looked at his seat again, and it was indeed a futon, the kind that a hen can hatch eggs on.

Is the gap between men and women really that big?

Hao Ye seems to be a casual person, he often sleeps in a dilapidated temple hole when he is traveling, and he is already very satisfied with the treatment here, but Wu Feng is not used to it a little bit.

He reluctantly sat on the futon, and the sunlight hit his eyes, making him uncomfortable.

...

After a while, female disciple Shao Ying climbed the mountain.

Bai Qin'an gave a brief introduction, and sure enough, the hall masters and elders showed a bit of hospitality, and personally put Shao Ying under the noble white tent together with Nan Lingsha, from Miao The female disciple of the Mountain Sword Sect waited respectfully.

Shao Ying's seniority is low, and her strength is not high. She is just making up the numbers. Seeing Senior Brother Hao Ye and Uncle Wu Feng sitting in a corner who are much stronger than herself, she suddenly feels uncomfortable.

Wu Feng sighed lightly.

He waved his hand, indicating that Shao Ying should follow the Romans when she enters the country, after all, she is on someone else's territory, and the whole country is like this...

Not long after, Yun Zhonghe came up.

Bai Qin'an didn't even introduce him, and the elders and hall masters of Miaoshan Sword Sect didn't show any interest.

Yun Zhonghe was confused, and then he was arranged next to Wu Feng. It was also a futon, and you could sit however you liked. When the sun was at its hottest, even in autumn, it was scorching hot.

Yun Zhonghe dared not speak out.

"Uncle Shi, we have come all the way from thousands of miles, and we have already arrived in the capital. Not only have we been left alone for a few days, but we are finally able to go up the mountain. How can we not take us seriously?" Yun Zhonghe lowered his voice, Wu Feng complained in his ear.

"It's not all because we don't take us seriously. Don't you think Shao Ying treats us graciously?" Wu Feng said helplessly.

Yun Zhonghe was suddenly speechless.

So, just because they are men?

When he came here, he didn't even drink his saliva?

On a hot day, Yun Zhonghe's hands and feet were cold, and he was shaking with anger.

When will the men be able to stand up in the Kingdom of Miao?

...

Waited for half an hour.

The people from the Miaoshan Sword Sect didn't say a word, as if as long as someone didn't climb the mountain, they would disdain to communicate with the people from the Yaoshan Sword Sect.

"That guy Zhu Minglang won't get lost, right?" Yun Zhonghe said.

"He has no sword cultivation, it may be a bit difficult to read the sword manual, so let's wait." Wu Feng said calmly.

Just as he was talking, Zhu Minglang came up from the stairs on the hillside. He glanced at the battle of the Miaoshan Sword Sect. Although all women were pleasing to the eye, they had a cold air that no one should enter. It's really uncomfortable.

"Everyone is here," Bai Qinan said.

Miss Xinghua did not go up the mountain, but waited with Fang Niannian in the country.

Considering the possibility of stealing the ancient lamp jade, it would be better for the sister-in-law of the fortune teller who has no self-protection ability not to take risks.

"Please take a seat." A female sword girl who was wrapped up tightly came over and guided Zhu Minglang to a simple futon placed under the sun.

But Zhu Minglang went straight to the gorgeous white umbrella tent, sat next to Nan Lingsha, took a bunch of grapes that he usually likes to eat, and didn't treat himself as a guest at all.

"Our rules are that men are not allowed to enter tents or sit on chairs..." At this time, the tightly wrapped sword girl said sharply.

Bai Qinan was about to speak, but the head of the sect beside her raised his hand, signaling Bai Qinan not to interfere in this matter.

"You make your own rules, it's up to me whether I follow them or not," Zhu Minglang said.

"Why are you so rude?" the sword girl said angrily.

"Your chief disciples are all polite to me, even a little sword girl like you dares to tell me what to do here." Zhu Minglang glared at the arrogant sword girl.

Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, and Hao Ye looked at Zhu Minglang who was still so arrogant and domineering on other people's territory, and they couldn't help giving a thumbs up in their hearts!

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"This is the Miaoshan Sword Sect, and you, a lowly man, can't tolerate being presumptuous here..."

"Get out!" Zhu Minglang was impatient and scolded in a cold voice.

Chirping, disturbing the cleanliness.

That little swordswoman was so angry that her face was flushed red, facing such an unruly person, she had no choice but to ask for help from the only hall master who didn't wear a sarong with a pitiful look in her eyes.

The hall master had a stern face, with the sternness and dominance of a person in charge of discipline.

"Hallmaster Wu Feng, are you disciples so unruly in the sect, are you never restrained?" Asked Discipline Swordsman.

"This is my junior brother Zhu Minglang, not a disciple." Wu Feng responded lightly.

Control Zhu Minglang? ? ?

The old man Jian Zun can't control it!

What's more, in order to control him, you have to beat him first.

"Our rules have been passed down for thousands of years. Before the rules are correct, we will not have this swordsmanship exchange." Discipline Swordsman said.

"There's nothing to talk about, some old, boring, and useless old-fashioned swordsmanship, like you group of deep-rooted, self-proclaimed sword girls, the reason why they think they are still the best of the sword sect is purely because you rarely go out, Yelang is arrogant. "Zhu Minglang said.

Wu Feng was at the side, his eyes were about to pop out.

This is their territory!

Restrain a little, the elders and masters are all present!

"Hehe, what a big tone. Over the years, you are the second one who dares to speak so loudly in our Miaoshan Sword Sect." The Master of the Discipline Hall came up, driving like a man who wanted to stand up.

Men are like this, if they don't fight for a day, they will go to the house to expose the tiles!