Wen Jingshan stood there, his face alternating between green and white. Even the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He stared at Gu Qingfeng, his eyes full of anger and killing intent.
Gu Qingfeng didn't say anything.
From the beginning, he only said two words, but after that, he didn't open his mouth. He just sat there, minding his own business and drinking.
Wen Jingshan closed his eyes and secretly took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the anger and killing intent in his eyes had disappeared without a trace. With a pop, he opened his folding fan, looked at Gu Qingfeng, smiled, and then turned to leave.
"Hey, Young Noble Wen, your Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine …"
Ouyang Feiyue shouted. Wen Jingshan didn't turn around or even stop. He replied: "I, Wen Jingshan, will never take back something that is given to the dead."
"Haha …"
Ouyang Feiyue didn't expect him to say this and couldn't help but laugh. Then, she obediently put the bottle of Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine on the table. She knew that this bottle of wine was given to the dead.
Seeing that Gu Qingfeng was silent, Ouyang Feiyue got up and poured a cup of wine from the Thousand Year Icefire Cellar. She handed it over and asked with a smile: "Young Noble, why aren't you saying anything?"
"You've said everything that needs to be said," Gu Qingfeng took a sip of the wine and looked at her and said: "What else do I have to say?"
"Young Noble really knows how to joke. I saw that Wen Jingshan didn't know what was good for him and came to disturb you, so I deliberately insulted him."
"Is that so …"
Gu Qingfeng faintly replied and didn't say anything else.
At this time, there was a commotion in the hall for some reason.
Ouyang Feiyue looked over and saw four or five people covered in blood running in. These people were the deacons of the Yunxia School and had been receiving guests at the door. How could they be covered in blood all of a sudden? Who dared to make a move in front of the Yunxia School at this time? Did they not want to live anymore?
A blood-curdling scream rang out. Immediately after, a person flew over and landed on the ground. He was already badly mutilated and half-dead.
This was Guangkun Immortal, the Ninth Hall Elder of Yunxia School. He was a Golden Core cultivator.
Why …
Who was so daring?!
Just when everyone was bewildered, a cold and arrogant shout came from outside.
"A bunch of trash want to stop me? You're courting death! "
Whoosh!
A figure flashed over. It was a cold and arrogant man in green. He came from the void, his whole body glowing with a dazzling brilliance. He held a dark green longsword in his hand, and the blade was suffused with frost.
Everyone present knew this man. He was Mo Long, the direct disciple of Yunxia School's His Highness Jiu.
He had built a rainbow foundation, erected a rainbow true body, and opened a rainbow Purple Palace. Not only did he have the protection of the tri-colored nature, but his attainments in swordsmanship were also extremely outstanding. In particular, the Frost Sword in his hand was the best of the best, and its power was extremely terrifying. With this sword, Black Dragon had once killed two Golden Core Perfected Beings.
"Ink Dragon! What are you doing?! "
Jin De knew that Wen Jingshan had been humiliated by Gu Qingfeng and was trying to persuade him. He did not expect that Ink Dragon would come in just a while after he left.
"Arrogant! This is Yunxia School. How dare you be so presumptuous! Get down here! "
Jin De shouted angrily and used the Lion's Roar Technique.
After all, Jin De was Jin De. He had cultivated for seven to eight hundred years. Although he was an elixir that was formed by swallowing elixirs, his cultivation was also very profound. When he used the Lion's Roar Technique, a surging power erupted. It was especially vast and was deafening, like the roar of a mad lion.
"Jin De!! You old dog! "
The colorful brilliance around Ink Dragon's body suddenly flashed, and the tri-colored Nature Shield condensed. Facing Jin De's Lion Roar Technique, he was not afraid at all. Stepping on the void, his face was full of arrogance as he said disdainfully, "Not to mention that your Golden Core is a fake Golden Core, even if you cultivated a real Golden Core, what can you do to me?!"
Ink Dragon was very arrogant.
Everyone knew that he even dared to beat up his master, Shui De. How could he take Jin De seriously?
"Ink Dragon! Get down here! "
Although Jin De's Lion's Roar Technique could not do anything to Ink Dragon, he was not afraid.
"Jin De, you old dog, who do you think you are?! How dare you shout at me? "
Ink Dragon's colorful figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was in front of Jin De in an instant. He held the Frost Sword in his hand and wanted to kill Jin De on the spot.
In an instant!
A person appeared out of thin air and blocked Ink Dragon's Frost Sword with a white jade folding fan.
He was dressed in green and holding a white jade fan. It was Wen Jingshan.
Jin De was not afraid because he knew that his disciple Wen Jingshan would make a move.
"Wen! Jing! Shan! You! Seek! Die! "
Ink Dragon's eyes were filled with anger. He frantically channeled the spiritual power in his body, and the three-colored Force of Nature around him burned wantonly like flames.
When enemies meet, their eyes turn red.
Wen Jingshan and Ink Dragon were not enemies, but they were more enemies than enemies. As the saying goes, two tigers cannot live on the same mountain. Before Wen Jingshan entered Yunxia School, Ink Dragon had always been the number one person in Yunxia School. However, after Wen Jingshan came, he had been suppressing him. Later, he even established a Golden Color Real Body, which made Ink Dragon completely unable to catch up.
"Ink Dragon, I said that you are no match for me. You were not in the past, you are not now, and you will never be my match in the future."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Wen Jingshan smiled faintly, and the three-colored Force of Nature around him condensed. The difference was that there was an additional layer of gold in his three-colored Force of Nature. He suddenly opened the white jade fan in his hand, and a golden brilliance flashed. With a bang, Ink Dragon could not stop retreating.
"Although you are three-colored, you are only an ordinary three-colored one. Nature contains nine-colored spirits. You are just the most ordinary and lowest colored spirit. How can you compete with my Golden Color?"
Wen Jingshan put one hand behind his back and fanned the white jade fan with the other. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he did not take Ink Dragon seriously at all.
"Do you really think that I can't do anything to your Golden Color Real Body?"
Ink Dragon was arrogant and ruthless. At this moment, his face was full of coldness and his eyes were flashing with excitement, as if he was not afraid of Wen Jingshan's Golden Color Real Body. However, when he was about to mobilize his spiritual power, a calm voice came from behind him.
"Ink Dragon, step back."
It was a very calm voice. There was no reprimand, nor was there any deterrence. However, when Ink Dragon heard this, he immediately withdrew his three-colored Force of Nature and stared at Wen Jingshan. He sneered and said, "Wen Jingshan, I will definitely let you see how I kill your Golden Color Real Body later!"
"Oh?"
Wen Jingshan was surprised. He knew that Ink Dragon had always been guided by an expert behind him, and he also knew clearly who that expert was. He looked up and saw that at this moment, a group of seven people was walking toward them from the entrance of Yunxia School.
The one in the lead was a handsome and otherworldly man. He wore a yellow robe, and his handsome face was like a crown of jade. His expression was calm, and his eyes were deep. There was also an unfathomable smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. He had one hand in front of him and the other behind his back. He slowly walked over, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, very gentle.
There were two old men on his left and right sides. One of them had a fake smile. Everyone knew that he was Shui De.
The other was dressed in a gray robe and bowed. No one knew who he was.
The most surprising thing was that there were four people behind him.
They might be four people, but they were more like four mountains. Each of them was about 2.5 meters tall. They were dressed in black robes and carried a single blade. Each of them looked ferocious. When they walked over, their footsteps caused the square to tremble. They were very majestic and mighty.
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