Chapter 158: The Game Wu Zong Played!

Su Hang laughed dryly, and he wasn't stupid, "Don't care about any grievances. Now that Daoist Qin Xin has passed away, no matter how big the grievances are, they should be resolved. What does he mean by appearing in Emei now?"

Xue Xuan shook her head and sighed in a low voice, "If I had known earlier, Emei shouldn't have come this time."

It is said that there used to be a sect in the west of Sichuan that hurt a disciple of Uncle Feng Zhong. Uncle Feng Zhong wiped out that sect with a single sword, and even a few people who visited relatives in that sect were not spared. This person's methods are really vicious, and he didn't even recognize him when he started it. Xue Xuan regretted coming here.

During the conversation, Mrs. Qing Jing had already walked down the stone steps, and looked at Uncle Feng Zhong expressionlessly, "Senior, I'm afraid I came to the wrong place. Today is the Emei tea party, and I still have to discuss with everyone, and receive them flawlessly."

The meaning is very clear, where did you come from, you can go back where you came from, everyone around you shouted in amazement, this is a sword demon with a fierce reputation, a super existence in the realm of Wuzong, Mrs. Qing Jing dared to use such a tone Talk to him, did you hear me right?

It has been heard for a long time that Uncle Feng Zhong, the sword demon, and Daoist Qin Xin, the previous head teacher of Emei, have a entanglement that is unknown to outsiders. It seems that the rumors are true.

"It's okay, since it's a tea party, if I catch up with you, I will naturally have to have a drink too." Uncle Feng Zhong is typical thick-skinned.

He led the two young men to a tea table, and it was Sima Yu, who could not die. With just one look, Sima Yu immediately got up and gave up his seat, not even daring to complain.

Being so domineering and reckless, Mrs. Qing Jing couldn't do anything about it. After all, the opponent's fist was too hard, so she quickly asked her disciples to give Sima Yu a new seat.

After Uncle Feng Zhong took his seat, the audience was completely silent, the lively atmosphere was gone forever, everyone buried their heads, and no one spoke.

"Aren't you talking about the Dao? Why is no one talking?" Seeing that the Dao Discussion Conference was about to end, Uncle Feng Zhong suddenly spoke.

As soon as this was said, everyone was slandering. With such a big devil sitting beside him, who else would dare to speak? They all wished that the Dao Discussion Conference would end quickly so that they could go down the mountain and leave this dangerous place.

The voice fell, and no one answered. In the huge square, only the sound of the mountain wind howling could be heard.

Qing Jing didn't know Uncle Feng Zhong's intentions for coming to Jinding, and she couldn't open her mouth. Judging from the situation, the tea party must have ended hastily, and she was about to announce the end of the discussion, but Uncle Feng Zhong spoke again.

"Why don't you be restrained, the old man hasn't been out for many years, and today I just want to see some outstanding figures in the martial arts in the middle of Sichuan. Why don't you come and introduce me to the old man, little girl Qing Jing?" Uncle Feng Zhong said to Qing Jing.

Qing Jing frowned, her face darkened, she didn't know how much hatred she had, and she obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and everyone was afraid that Uncle Feng Zhong would suddenly go into a rage. If he broke out and hurt people, there might not be many survivors on the entire Golden Dome.

"Ahem!"

At this time, he coughed and followed the prestige, only to see the fat monk Huitong from Jingang Temple standing up.

Niu, it is still a bull of the King Kong Temple. If you dare to stand out at this time, everyone is silent, but this fat monk dares to stand up. He is worthy of being an eminent monk.

While everyone was looking up, the fat monk Huitong folded his hands together and bowed to Uncle Feng Zhong, "Since the sects in central Sichuan are discussing Taoism today, the poor monk is just an outsider, so it's inconvenient to stay for a long time."

As he said that, the fat monk turned to bow to Jing Kong, "Master, there are still important matters in the temple, the poor monk will take his leave first, and we will make an appointment at another time!"

I wipe!

As soon as the fat monk's words came out, he almost fell to the ground. He thought he would speak up for justice, but unexpectedly he wanted to run away. This fat monk is really the best.

Originally, everyone was looking up, but after hearing what the fat monk said, they were all dumbfounded.

Seeing this, other people also thought about it, and they also got up and said goodbye. Sitting in this place is really too scary.

"Are you from the King Kong Temple?" Uncle Feng Zhong spoke before Jingkong could reply to Huitong.

The fat monk paused as he was about to evacuate, and quickly bowed to Uncle Feng Zhong again, "Little monk Jingang Temple Chuangong Hall Huitong."

"From Hui's generation?" Uncle Feng Zhong paused, "I just came here and you are leaving, what do you mean? I am an old bone, so I am so unpopular?"

The fat monk froze, shaking all over, apparently frightened by Uncle Feng Zhong, and quickly sat back on his seat.

Seeing this, everyone in the field didn't dare to say leave, so they sat obediently, and no one could escape the benefits of provoking the devil's anger.

"Your surname is Feng, what do you want to do?" Jing Kong became a little annoyed, at first he called his senior, but now he calls him by his first name, but an unexpected guest came to the Emei tea party, and the good atmosphere was disturbed and dropped The face of the Emei faction made her not angry.

Uncle Feng Zhong smiled indifferently, "Everyone here today must be the elite of martial arts in the middle of Sichuan. They dare not say a word, which really disappoints Feng. With Feng here, the discussion must continue. Today, Feng I happened to bring two juniors here, why don't we talk about it with martial arts?"

"ah?"

As soon as Uncle Feng Zhong said this, everyone's heart skipped a beat, their faces were all pale and pale, as expected, this was the highlight, after all, we still had to fight!

"Since it is based on martial arts, it should be a bit of a prize." Uncle Feng Zhong smiled slightly, "Feng has traveled all over his life, relying on the Eighteen Routes Overlord Sword, leaving a lot of prestige, and even countless infamy. The winning prize is the eighteenth-way Bajian swordsmanship."

As he said that, Uncle Feng Zhong took out a simple booklet from his arms and gently placed it on the tea table in front of him.

"Hiss..."

Everyone gasped. The old man actually showed all his housekeeping skills. What is he trying to do?

"Let's play a game." Uncle Feng Zhong smiled lightly, took a simple long sword from a disciple behind him, stretched out his hand to touch it, and glanced at everyone, "Play a game of beating drums and passing swords , I will beat the drum, and when the sound of the drum stops, the sword will appear in whoever's hand, the camp it is in, and a young disciple will be sent to fight. , but if you lose, please send me the cheats of your town faction."

"Ah?" Zhang Zhang's mouth opened even wider. It turned out that this devil had this idea.

He wants to collect secret books of various sects in central Shu? What is he doing collecting cheats?

"How is it? Everyone? Is there any objection?" Uncle Feng Zhong said.

Looking around, no one dared to speak. In front of such a great master, would anyone dare to object?

There was objection, and only Jingkong dared to object, "Feng, don't go too far."

"Jingkong little girl, it's better to know how to be tactful when talking to the elders. For your master's sake, I don't care about you, but if you talk too much, I will clean up the house for your master." Feng Zhong Uncle said lightly.

"you……"

Jing Kong had three points of anger on his face, and clenched his fists tightly, but in the end he could only bear it. The opponent was too powerful, and she didn't dare to risk the entire Emei faction.

"Then let's start now."

The corners of Uncle Feng Zhong's mouth curled up a little, and he put his left hand on the table and tapped lightly. At the same time, he handed the long sword in his hand to the fat monk Huitong next to him.

Huitong's face changed drastically, as if he was receiving a piece of hot carbon flower in his hand, he turned around in a panic and was about to pass it to the next person. However, when he turned around, the seat next to him was empty, and there was no one there. .

The person sitting next to him was originally Su Hang, Su Hang was a loner, he didn't belong to any faction, and he didn't want to get involved in this matter, so when Uncle Feng Zhong was talking about the rules of the game, he and Xue Xuan Run away, hide at the back, and be a calm bystander.

Uncle Feng Zhong closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the table. Although it seemed to be a light tap, the sound was extremely loud, and everyone present could hear it, as if it was tapping on everyone's heart. , Hui Tong blushed, adrenaline surged, fearing that the voice would stop, he quickly threw the long sword in his hand.

The place where the long sword landed was indeed Huang Jianguo, the old man of the Huang family. Huang Jianguo ended up with a flustered face, and hurriedly threw the next one.