The three of them stepped inside as soon as they heard this.

Walking through a large patio, an old plum tree planted on each side of the patio, the branches are like iron, and it is extremely vigorous.

When I arrived at the hall, I saw an old man sitting in front of the hall.

The old man had a long beard and abdomen, holding a green wine glass in his left hand, which was drunk and seemed to be awake but not awake. There were three words "Danqingsheng" on his head.

On the left side of Dan Qingsheng was standing a very tall and thin old man in black. He was the second leader of Meizhuang.

In front of the two were a middle-aged man and a young man, discussing calligraphy with a short and fat bald old man. Obviously, this bald old man is the bald man.

The middle-aged man was wearing white clothes and had a clear appearance. He had a sparse and bright clump of white beards under his chin. He hung on his chest, his eyes were bright and he seemed to have bad intentions.

But the young man Wang Yuan knew him, with a jade-like face and an unrestrained expression. He was Linghu Chong, the first disciple of the Huashan Sect!

"Huh? Is this kid making fun of him here?"

Seeing Linghu Chong, Wang Yuan was a little confused and coughed gently.

“???”

Hearing Wang Yuan's cough, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Wang Yuan and the other two.

Linghu Chong saw Wang Yuan also smiled slightly, then heared him: "In the second middle school, I wonder what this master has to say?"

"Feng No. 2 Middle School!"

Wang Yuan immediately understood that Linghu Chong was hinting that he should not expose his identity.

So Wang Yuan also smiled and said, "It turns out to be Brother Feng, the little monk Niu Dachun, I have worshipped you all!"

"So it's Brother Niu! I'm going to turn into gold!" The middle-aged man also hugged Wang Yuan and greeted him, then his eyes fell on Gu Mo Ting, which made Gu Mo Ting feel uncomfortable.

"This person is cheating!"

Seeing this, Wang Yuan whispered: "I know the young man. He is Linghu Chong, the first disciple of Huashan, not Feng No. 2 Middle School. The middle-aged man must not be a Tong Jingjin. I suspect that this middle-aged man is not a good intention to come here!"

"Copper-turned gold... is it fake! Could it be that he is Ren Woxing's accomplice?" said Mu Mo Ting.

"That's right! This person is called Xiang Wentian! He is here to save Ren Woxing!" Dongfang Weiming said.

"Do you want to do it now?" Gu Mo Ting was trying to draw his sword.

"No!"

Wang Yuandao: "I don't know how powerful the four friends in Jiangnan are. Linghu Chong's sword skills are extremely high. With him in our three, it is difficult to win! Let's wait and see what changes first."

Linghu Chong's sword master is aware of it. This kid is empty-handed and holding a sword. If he loses the sword, he may be beaten to the ground by a gangster. If he takes the sword, he will be forced to force him. Masters like Yue Buqun are even inferior to those of the master level.

"How is it? Have you considered it clearly? These are all treasures of Tong. Tong knew that the four friends in Jiangnan were famous masters, so he specially sent them to you for your appreciation! As long as a few swordsman can beat me, Brother Feng, these things will be the ones."

Just as Wang Yuan and the other two were whispering, Xiang Wentian raised the calligraphy and painting chess and yelled loudly.

"this……"

Looking at the things in Xiang Wentian's hand, Dan Qingsheng and the other two were about to drool, but they were a little embarrassed.

After all, everyone is a shameless person. There will be a victory or defeat in the competition. If you lose, it will be bad.

"You guys can rest assured!"

Xiang Wentian seemed to have guessed the thoughts of several people, so he smiled and said, "Today's competition will definitely not be known to outsiders."

"Victory and defeat are not to be afraid!" Hei Baizi said coldly: "It's just that Mr. Tong's treasure is too precious. Our four friends in Meizhuang don't have the same treasure as it, so how dare you bet blindly on the gamble!"

Hei Baizi is a wise man, and betting requires capital.

Any treasure in Xiang Wentian's hands is valuable, it's okay if he wins, but if he loses, wouldn't he have to pay?

"Ha ha!"

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "We came to Meizhuang and did not ask for anything or anything. Brother Feng just came to the peak of martial arts in the world to prove the swordsmanship with the masters of the times. If we win by chance, we will turn around and leave, and we will not bet any bets."

Dan Qingsheng said excitedly, "Okay, okay! Say it very readily! This room is very spacious, so I will show off my hands with Brother Feng. Brother Feng, where is your sword?"

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "Why dare to carry weapons when you come to Meizhuang?"

Dan Qingsheng magnified his throat and shouted, "Get two swords!"

Someone outside agreed and walked to Dan Qingsheng with a sword, bowed and presented it to him. Dan Qingsheng took the sword and threw it to Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong is not a bragging person. He felt that this matter was very embarrassing, so he turned to look at Wentian, feeling a little at a loss.

Xiang Wentian said, "The master of the Fourth Village of Meizhuang is good at sword skills. Brother Feng, you only need to learn one move and one move, and you will benefit from it for life." Linghu Chong saw this situation and had to compare the sword, so he had to bow slightly and stretch out his hands to take over the long sword.

"Ding Jian, you can compete with Brother Linghu!"

Just when Dan Qingsheng was about to take action, Hei Baizi suddenly raised his chin at the old housekeeper.

"yes!"

Ding Jian received the order and walked to the opposite side of Linghu Chong with his sword and said, "Ding learned about Feng Ye's sword technique."

"Slow down!"

At this time, Xiang Wentian said again: "Brother Feng, you must not use any internal strength. When we compete with swordsmanship, those who are skilled in the tricks will win, while those who are rough will lose. The qigong of your Huashan School is famous in the martial arts world. If you win with internal strength, we will lose."

"puff!"

Hearing Xiang Wentian's words, Wang Yuan almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Using his internal strength, does Linghu Chong have internal strength? I'm afraid that Xiang Wentian was deliberately trying to squeeze out the Danqingsheng and others.

"Brother Feng, you stand among my two footprints, your feet cannot move. How to try the sword move with Brother Ding?" Xiang Wentian said these words and gave his body to the side. He saw a footprint on two blue bricks underground, two inches deep.

"What a strong internal strength!"

Seeing the footprints on the ground, Wang Yuan and the other two were all surprised.

Xiang Wentian calmly transported his internal force to the soles of his feet, and there was no blue brick and powder in the footprints he stepped out. The two footprints were as deep and flat as if they were carefully carved. The internal force cultivation was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Dan Qingsheng and the other two were also shocked by Xiang Wentian's internal force, so they instructed: "Old Ding, be careful!"

"kindness!"

Ding Jian nodded, then bowed to Linghu Chong: "I offended!"

While speaking, Ding Jian's long sword was unsheathed, and a dazzling light of light was dazzling.

Ding Jian was nicknamed Yizi Electric Sword. In his early years, he was also a master of the world. His fast sword was as fast as lightning. Every move was like lightning. Over the past few decades, his sword skills were more exquisite than earlier years.

However, Linghu Chong was not panicked at all. He handed the long sword in his hand diagonally forward, and then arrived first, and the sword edge had already stabbed Ding Jian's wrist.

Seeing that Ding Jian's wrist was about to be cut off by a sword Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong shook his wrist, and the sword turned around. The sword passed by and slapped Ding Jian's wrist with a "pop".

In an instant, the whole hall was shocked.
Chapter completed!