As the sect has a new listing, it is natural that invitations should be sent out to all the sects in the Nanling area. Zhang Jiangshan had already sent people to handle this matter earlier, and almost nothing was left out.
However, on the official opening day, only thirteen lower-level sects came to congratulate Feng, while none of the remaining middle-level sects sent representatives.
The representatives of the thirteen lower-level sects who came were nominally "Congratulations", but they were all smiling, their eyes were rolling, and they looked at the peak from beginning to end, as if they were surveying the geographical situation.
, with ulterior motives.
This behavior without much cover-up fell into the eyes of Zhongnan Jianmen disciples, and someone had already secretly reported it to Liang Qiufeng.
After listening, Liang Qiufeng, who had been promoted from the head of Zhongnan Village to the master of Zhongnan Sword Sect, waved his hand and said grandly: "Follow him."
It can be said that the opponent has been mentally prepared for various performances.
On this day, the peak was filled with loud music and lanterns, making it really lively.
When all the tedious welcome matters were completed, the banquet was finally opened, and there was no mention of eating and drinking.
Zhang Jiangshan quietly pulled Liang Qiufeng into the back room, pointed to some unpacked gift boxes on the ground, and said with indignation: "Qiu Feng, look at what these guys have given me!"
Those gift boxes, the packaging has been opened, revealing the things inside, one by one, big or small, but without exception, they are all scrap metal, and even a few stones and a few yellowed smelly weeds.
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Thirteen inferior sects, thirteen gifts, added together, are probably not worth ten kilograms of spiritual rice.
It is obvious that the other party must have linked up secretly and done it deliberately to disgust Zhongnan Jianmen.
"That's too much!"
The fat man wanted to rush out immediately and drive all those nasty guys down the mountain who were feasting openly in the hall. But calmness finally prevailed, maybe they were waiting for the master to get angry, and then they could usurp the guest.
Liang Qiufeng's expression was indifferent: "It doesn't matter, let's go out first. We must get this face back."
Zhang Jiangshan understood the meaning of his words, smiled knowingly, and had no doubts.
The two of them walked out and continued to entertain the guests.
When the representatives of the thirteen lower sects saw this, they couldn't help exchanging glances with each other. They didn't expect that the master of the Sword Sect could be so calm at such a young age. He could even endure being straddled on his head and being peed on.
, it seems that the second step of the plan must be implemented to achieve the set goal.
After a banquet where everyone had their own agenda, it was time for tea and drama.
"I am Song Bieye, a true disciple of the Zhushan Sect, and my master is Yang Bietian, the master of the Zhushan Sect..."
A young man with sharp eyebrows suddenly stood up, clasped his fists and said to Liang Qiufeng: "Bie Ye has wasted twenty years this year. He is similar to the leader of the Liang family. By luck, he was promoted to Qi Dao two years ago and is now at the third level of Qi Dao.
A few days ago, I heard that Master Liang was very popular at the Chuangsanguan Tea Party, and he was very successful all the way. I have a lot of admiration for you, so I have a gracious request. I would like to have a discussion with Master Liang. Is that okay?"
This guy is very polished and just comes to stir up trouble.
He came to challenge Liang Qiufeng as a true disciple of the sect, which was out of etiquette. However, the comparison in age and cultivation seemed to be a competition between peers. He also deliberately tried to be intrusive.
The purpose of talking about things at the Sanguan Tea Party and putting big names on Liang Qiufeng was to make it difficult for the other party to refuse and lead to a fight.
As we all know, entering the Three Levels Tea Party is a literary battle with many rules and regulations, which is very restrictive and cannot reflect the full combat effectiveness of an individual.
Therefore, although Liang Qiufeng passed three levels in a row and defeated three third-level Qi Dao warriors with his first-level Qi Dao cultivation, it was not enough to convince everyone. He was just the three sect representatives who were selected to guard the level. I am embarrassed to find them today.
It was a big place, so Song Bieye was asked to take the lead.
Song Bieye is the direct disciple of the Zhushan Sect Master. He has outstanding talents and enjoys a good reputation among the Nanling generation. He has long been regarded as the successor of the next generation of Zhushan Sect Master. He is also a swordsman. It is most appropriate for him to challenge Liang Qiufeng.
However, if he wins in one fell swoop, the face of the Zhongnan Sword Sect will fall to the ground today and he will never be able to pick it up again.
Isn't it?
The majestic sect leader can't even defeat the direct disciples of other sects, so what's the point of losing his dignity? He should close his doors as soon as possible.
The subtext is: You are just escapees. You may be considered a genius in the desert continent, but when you come to the land of China and face the real local geniuses, you are nothing...
As for Song Bieye's loss, that's highly unlikely.
Song Bieye himself was also full of self-confidence and was about to take advantage of the battle to become famous and expand his reputation.
The expressions of everyone present at Zhongnan Jianmen changed, and they were very ugly: guests came to the door and challenged the host, they were simply aggressive, bullying Jianmen Xinli, and he had insufficient background.
Zuo Ming stood up suddenly and said: "Master Song, today is a happy day for my sword gate. It is not appropriate to use swords or guns."
Song Bieye laughed loudly: "Why not? Drawing your sword and dancing can help your elegance. Of course, if the leader of the Liang family maintains his identity and looks down on his subordinates, or is afraid of losing and losing face, Song will not force it."
The method of provoking a general is to throw him in the face directly.
Zuo Ming said angrily: "If that's the case, then I'll come and learn your clever tricks."
Song Bieye glanced at him: "You? Okay, since Master Liang doesn't want to end up, I will play a few games with you first to warm up."
Zuo Ming was extremely angry. He was also at the third level of Qi Dao and was on par with Song Bieye. Why did the other party look down on him so much?
He stepped forward and blocked Liang Qiufeng for a while, also with the attitude of testing the depth.
Besides, if a cat or a dog pops up randomly to challenge Liang Qiufeng, what will happen? Someone must come out to show the rules.
It was not appropriate to do anything in the banquet room, so the two of them went out to the square.
As the news spread, many Jianmen disciples gathered around to watch and cheer for Elder Zuo Ming - Jianmen was established, Zuo Ming, Jiang Biaoquan, Wang Nanheng, Gu Chengyang, and Zhang Jiangshan all became elders. And Wu Shan, Zhang Jinxiu
When other senior figures take the position of "Dharma protector".
This battle was of great importance and there was no room for failure. Zuo Ming took a breath and stepped out with his sword in hand.
Opposite him, Song Bieye looked calm and calm, but he didn't take him seriously.
"please!"
There is no unnecessary nonsense, both sides start fighting.
At the beginning of the fierce battle, Zuo Ming, relying on his cultivation and actual combat experience, was able to fight Song Bieye to a close. But anyone with a discerning eye on the sidelines could see that Song Bieye only used six or seven points of Kung Fu, and he seemed to be able to do it with ease.
As expected, after about ten moves, Song Bieye sneered and said: "Huangzhou's Qi Dao level three is just mediocre."
The sword's power was greatly increased, and it pierced countless sword shadows, virtual and real, like a giant net covering it.
Zuo Ming was shocked, and suddenly realized that the gap in combat power between the two sides was far from being equalized by equal cultivation. He was from a grassroots background, and had only managed to reach the third level of Qi Dao after years of hard work; he was a true disciple, and had countless resources to train him.
The young man has become a man of talent and has unparalleled energy.
The gap is difficult to make up.
The sword's power was like a rainbow, and it was difficult to resist, so he had to retreat all the way.
Keng!
With an exciting impact and roar, Zuo Ming flew three feet backwards and was defeated with his sword hanging down.
Song Bieye felt relieved and said with a smile: "Master Liang, I wonder if Song's sword skills are impressive?"
He glanced at me with a hint of provocation, thinking that blocking the cannon hole has failed. Why don't you, the real master, just come down and be humiliated?
Many eyes immediately fell on Liang Qiufeng.
As the ostentatious guests, their eyes contained ridicule, which seemed to say: It is not easy to establish a sect in Nanling...
For many Jianmen disciples, they are full of hope, hoping that Liang Qiufeng can turn the tide, knock down the opponent's fierce flames, and save the face of Jianmen. From the village to Jianmen, Liang Qiufeng's performance needs no introduction. In the minds of many people, especially young people, they have already reached a certain level of deification, and they always feel that as long as Liang Qiufeng is here, he will not fail.
Liang Qiufeng said calmly: "My swordsmanship is good, you should be rewarded!"
Then he took out something and threw it at Song Bieye's feet. The bright yellow thing turned out to be an ingot of gold ingot. It was hard to imagine what he was doing with this common thing.
Seeing this, they immediately burst into laughter. The young men of Jianmen couldn't help but laugh, thinking that their young master was really cute.
Song Bieye's face was furious: "Liang Qiufeng, you dare to insult me?"
There was a sneer on Liang Qiufeng's lips: "Hmph, you're taking over the master's position. You've already been bullied, but you still can't tolerate the master's temper?"
Song Bieye gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not going to argue with you. I just want to ask if I dare to fight with Song."
Liang Qiufeng narrowed his eyes: "There is no hope in sword fighting, it's boring."
"you mean?"
Questions about Song Bieye.
"Ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice, do you dare?"
This time, it was Liang Qiufeng's turn to stand up and be aggressive. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)