In the courtyard, Wen Hai's face darkened and he stared at the disciple who came to send a message in front of him.
"Yes...yes, Young Master Wen..." the disciple said carefully.
However, as soon as these words were finished, Wen Hai kicked the disciple directly in the face.
Bang!
The disciple immediately fell to the ground, with a deep footprint on his face, and a big swollen piece, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stand up again and lower his head.
"Send someone to chase me immediately. If you can't catch that girl, don't come back!" Wen Hai said coldly.
"Mr. Wen, that bitch was actually taken away by Master Feng Lie's men!" said the disciple.
"Master Feng Lie?" Wen Hai frowned.
The disciple immediately told the whole story.
Wen Hai's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy and said angrily: "A mere Feng Lie dares to oppose us religious worship? Humph, I really don't know how to live or die! Where is Feng Lie? I want to deal with him!"
"Brother Wen, be careful, didn't Feng Lie say that? That bitch was just arranged by him to the hospital at the foot of the mountain for treatment. Don't worry, Feng Lie must have looked at the bitch, otherwise he would have to replace him.
The bitch suffers, he is not a fool, he should know the interests here." Ying Polang, who had been briefly bandaged, said calmly, holding the wine glass.
"Send someone to bring that bitch to me right away!" Wen Hai said in a serious manner.
"No hurry to do this!"
Before the disciple could speak, Ying Polang waved his hand again.
"It should be less..."
"Brother Wen, today is your happy day. You should go out to entertain guests first. You can put such small things aside first! Your big things are important." Ying Polang said.
"Ying Shao, I'm really embarrassed. This kind of thing happened and the hospitality was not good. Please forgive me." Wen Hai said apologetically.
"It's okay, but I'm quite curious about it. Feng Lie shouldn't know that bitch. Why would Feng Lie rather risk offending the religion to save the bitch?" Ying Polang said indifferently.
"I can't figure this out either." Wen Hai touched his chin and said.
"Forget it, forget it if you can't figure it out. They are all small characters. Don't care. Brother Wen, go and do it quickly." Ying Polang smiled faintly.
"Okay, you shouldn't be fine, then I'll go there first. If you have anything, just say hello."
"Um!"
"Helping Ying Shao to me a good student. If Ying Shao is dissatisfied with me, then you guys will ask me!" Wen Hai shouted coldly at the religious disciples around him, then turned around and left the yard.
The time is approaching, and worshiping religion is very lively.
The mountain gate is like a market, with all kinds of nobles coming in and out.
Today, not only are famous doctors from all over the world, but also many business masters or famous politicians, especially many martial arts from China.
After all, worshiping religion involves a wide range of contacts, whether it is medicine or martial arts, they have contacts.
"Hahaha, congratulations!"
"President Fang is polite! Come on, please come inside!"
"Oh, Master Chu? You are here too? Hurry up, please sit down and ask!"
"Zhang Wei has arrived? Please come in and ask inside!"
"Quick, drink wine! Where is the wine?"
The hall is very noisy, and worshipping religion is a big banquet for guests this time. There are hundreds of tables. Of course, the most important part is only about ten tables inside. The people sitting there drive up the mountain directly.
Existence shows that it has a high status.
Wen Hai walked out and hosted many distinguished guests.
His father, the leader of religion, did not show up.
He didn't like this kind of occasion very much, but if something really happened to Wenhai, he would have to come forward if he couldn't keep the scene.
At this moment, a disciple hurried over and whispered beside Wenhai: "Young Master Wen, the Sword King is here!"
"What?"
Wen Hai was stunned, then was very happy, and immediately shouted: "Hurry up, call all elders and go out with me to greet you!"
"good!"
The disciple ran away.
After a while, the elders of Chong religion who were drinking at various tables stood up one after another and followed Wen Hai toward the gate.
But an old man wearing simple chicken skin and crane hair came to the door.
The old man had a waxy shirt on his upper body, mud on his pants, and a pair of travel shoes with patches, which looked very plain, and looked particularly out of place compared to the luxurious surroundings.
But when everyone learned about the identity of the old man, they couldn't help but show respect.
Even the nobles stopped talking, put down their wine glasses and stood up from the chair.
"Is this the Sword King the Mountain?"
"This is the legend of our country!"
"Oh my God, he's actually here too!"
“Incredible!”
Some people secretly discussed it.
Someone seemed to have never heard of this name and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Who is the Sword King?"
As soon as this question arises, many people stare at him with the eyes of the idiot.
"What? You don't even know the Sword King?"
"Tell me!"
"Haha, he's really a frog in the well. Do you know Doctor Lin?"
"Of course I know that I will defeat the Korean doctor king with one force and turn the tide to save the Chinese medicine!"
"He can be said to be a legend now, and this senior Sword King is like this, but he became famous more than thirty years earlier than Doctor Lin. At that time, someone from Country R entered the country to challenge the martial arts powerhouses.
Everyone was almost selected to be clean, and it was the senior Sword King who came forward to defeat him and preserved the face of the Chinese martial arts world. Do you know now?"
"What? I became famous in one battle more than thirty years ago?" The man opened his mouth wide.
It was like this thirty years ago, and more than thirty years later... How terrifying should this senior Sword King have reached?
For a moment, those who don’t know who the Sword King are become respectful at this moment.
This is the real martial arts master!
"The old man is here to drink."
The Sword King didn't say anything congratulated and spoke directly.
"Yes, yes! It's okay for Senior Sword King to drink any kind of wine! Get up and sit down!" Wen Hai said hurriedly.
"Well, but the old man won't drink your wine in vain. When I went up the mountain, I picked up a good piece of wood next to me and made a wooden sword, just treat it as the money for wine!" The sword king said, and there were ten beside him.
The child, who was in his early years, came forward. The child's eyes were smart and black and beautiful. He held a wooden sword box and handed it to Wenhai.
Wen Hai took it and opened it, and there was an exquisite wooden sword inside.
Seeing this wooden sword, many people were confused.
What can a wooden sword do?
The same is true for Wen Hai.
"You try!" said the Sword King.
"This...no need?" Wen Hai smiled awkwardly.
"Try to chop this table!" King of Swords pointed to the stone table next to him.