Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect!

Yan Bugui had a vague impression of the situation in front of him.

He forgot the name of the strong man with the beard, but he finally remembered that he was a flower-picking thief.

Many years ago, when he was preparing to commit a crime at a wealthy family, Wan Zhenshan tipped off the government, resulting in his brother's death at the hands of the officers and soldiers, and Wan Zhenshan also swallowed up the thousands of taels of silver they had obtained.

This guy is here for revenge.

He brought the excrement in the hall, but Qi Changfa blocked it with his robe.

"You silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about!" The strong man was furious.

Di Yun stepped forward again and said angrily: "Anyway, you pay for my clothes."

Wan Zhenshan walked out: "Nephew Di Xian, please step aside. I will pay for your master's robe."

"I want him to pay for it. It's not you, uncle, who made the clothes dirty. He must pay for it." Di Yun said and grabbed the strong man again.

However, his skills were not as good as others. Between three punches and two kicks, he was hit in the chest with another casual punch. He staggered and almost fell down.

"Nephew Di Xian, step back!" Wan Zhenshan frowned and his tone became quite serious.

Di Yun turned a deaf ear, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he shouted angrily at the strong man: "It's so unreasonable to beat someone even if you don't pay for your clothes."

"Haha!" the strong man mocked: "Wan, this country bumpkin is also your guest? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

Wan Zhenshan's face was as gloomy as water, and he was secretly annoyed that Di Yun didn't know how to move forward or retreat. He glared at him fiercely, and when he was about to speak, he heard someone speaking at the door of the hall.

"I think it's pretty good. If you owe money to pay off your debts, you should pay compensation if you soil someone's clothes. This is a matter of course." Yan Bugui separated from the crowd and walked in with a smile on his face.

Seeing another ignorant young man, the strong man couldn't help but get angry: "Little beast, you don't have the right to interrupt, get out of here!"

Yan Bugui said calmly: "Who are you scolding, little beast?"

The strong man blurted out: "You little beast scolded you."

Yan Bugui nodded: "Yes, that's right, it was you, the little beast, who scolded me."

The guests inside and outside the hall burst into laughter, and at the same time they were secretly worried about this extraordinary-looking young man.

The strong man's name is Lu Tong. He travels north and south of the Yellow River with his Liuhe Dao and Liuhe Fist. He is a famous thief in the northern underworld.

If the young man plays tricks on him like this, one can imagine how miserable the consequences will be.

"Seeking death!" The strong man was indeed furious, gritting his teeth and punching Yan Bugui.

Di Yun hurriedly reminded: "Little brother, get out of the way."

Snapped!

Yan Bugui slapped Lu Tong to the ground, looked at Di Yun and asked, "What did you say?"

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

Looking at Lu Tong again, he couldn't move even after falling.

"Don't look at it, he's already dead. This kind of flower picker is just a waste of food." Yan Bugui clapped his hands, as if he disliked Lu Tong's dirty face.

When the palm was released just now, it was filled with spiral energy, which penetrated directly from his temple into his head.

If you saw open Lu Tong's Tianling Cap now, you would find that his brain has turned into a pool of mush.

"hiss--"

The sound of gasps echoed in the hall.

Wan Zhenshan stood out from the crowd, with a look of shock on his face, clasped his fists and asked, "May I ask the name of this young hero?"

"It's easy to say, Huashan Yan Bugui." Yan Bugui returned the gift and explained: "Senior Brother Liu has other important matters and cannot get away.

I happened to be a guest in the Liu Mansion, so he asked me to come for him and congratulate Brother Wan on his birthday. "

"I appreciate it, I appreciate it." Wan Zhenshan was flattered and cupped his hands and said: "Taiyue's graceful appearance has come to my humble residence, and the flowers in the palace are shining brightly. I really command you to be honored by Huagong. Young hero, please come and take your seat."

He never expected that Liu Zhengfeng would give him such face.

Although the other party did not come in person, he invited Yan Bugui, who was also from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, to attend on his behalf.

This famous figure in the world is even better than Liu Zhengfeng, and his schedule for Wan Zhenshan's birthday today was instantly filled up.

Look, this is the face of me, Mr. Wan Da!

"Brother Wan, you're welcome." Yan Bugui leaned over and touched Lu Tong's body. He found a bag of silver from his arms and stuffed it into Di Yun's hand. He said with a smile, "Brother Di, this is the money he paid for your clothes."

Di Yun didn't react for a moment, and said with a face full of embarrassment: "Little brother, you, me, him, this..."

Hearing his address to Yan Bugui, a trace of displeasure flashed across Wan Zhenshan's face.

You are my nephew but you are brothers with Young Master Yan, what have I become?

"Yun'er, don't be rude." A thin old man with gray hair walked out from the side and scolded: "This is a master of the Huashan Sect. You should respectfully call me senior."

"It's Master." Di Yun finally came to his senses. He took out three taels of silver from his purse and handed it to Yan Bugui: "Brother, no, it's Senior Yan. This is too much money. I just want The money for the clothes is enough, and the rest will be returned to you.”

"It doesn't matter, we all have our own opinions on the rules of the world." Yan Bugui deliberately ignored Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa.

He then pushed the money bag back: "Brother Di is indeed an honest gentleman, but there is no reason to get back the things you gave away.

This money can be regarded as the medical expenses for this guy to accompany you. You can't be beaten in vain, right? "

"Master?" Di Yun looked at Qi Changfa in embarrassment.

Qi Changfa nodded and said, "Senior, please accept it, Yun'er."

"Thank you, senior." Di Yun accepted the money bag with an honest smile on his face.

In fact, who wouldn’t like their wallet to be richer, as long as the money comes from a legitimate source?

Behind Wan Zhenshan stood his eight disciples, all of whom were looking at Di Yun with unkind expressions.

Lu Tong came to make trouble, but Wan Zhenshan, as the longevity minister, could not do it himself.

Logically speaking, this was the time for them to show off their power, but they didn't expect that Di Yun, a country bumpkin, would steal the spotlight, leaving the eight of them feeling disgraced.

Moreover, Di Yun's move seemed to be favored by the masters of the Huashan Sect, which made them even more jealous.

"Gui'er, why are you standing still here? Why don't you hurry up and kowtow to Senior Yan." Wan Zhenshan directly sent Yan Bugui to the throne that originally belonged to him.

This may seem like a pretentious act, but everyone present felt it was natural.

"Meet the seniors."×8

The eight people were very obedient. They all knelt down in front of Yan Bugui like rolling jade pillars and kowtowed loudly.

"My dear nephews, there is no need to be polite." Yan Bugui smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the third person's arm.

He is none other than Wan Zhenshan's turtle son Wan Qin. Bah, he is his biological son Wan Gui. He looks very handsome.

In terms of appearance, Yan Bugui feels that Wan Gui is at least one-tenth of his level.

Suddenly, he felt a resistance force from Wan Gui's arm, intending to suppress his hand.

"What's the matter, is my nephew testing me?" Yan Bugui ignored his almost non-existent resistance and helped him up.

"Junior doesn't dare." Wan Gui couldn't help but blushed with embarrassment.

As the biological son of Wan Zhenshan, he always thought highly of himself and did not want Di Yun, a countryman, to be the preeminent one. He wanted to show off his skills so that Yan Bugui would look highly upon him.

As long as Yan Bugui could praise him in public, he would have earned a lot of face for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sects today, but he did not expect that the depth of Yan Bugui's skills was completely beyond his imagination.

At this moment, Wan Gui felt that the guests in the hall must be laughing at him for overestimating his capabilities.

"Nonsense!" Wan Zhenshan angrily shouted: "Even the leader of the Demon Cult and Gongsun Wulong are no match for Young Master Yan. You dare to show your shame in front of others with your meager skills."

"Brother Wan's words are serious." Yan Bugui took a moment to calm down and said, "My nephew is still young, and it is inevitable that he will be energetic at a young age. All he needs to do is teach him more in the future. There is no need to be too harsh."

As soon as he said these words, Wan Gui's face suddenly turned redder, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Qi Fang watched with surprise.

She couldn't understand why this young man who looked about the same age as her had such grandeur.

She had lived in the countryside since she was a child, and today was the first time she came to the city. She thought that her uncle was already a big shot, but she didn't expect that after seeing Yan Bugui, her whole body looked as humble as... Well - — Just like Dahei.

Dahei is a dog raised by Qi Fang. Every time she is fed, he will surround her with excited shaking of his head and tail.

No, how can I compare Master Uncle with Dahei?

Qi Fang felt that such an idea was too disrespectful to Wan Zhenshan, so she quickly put aside the idea and asked Qi Changfa in a low voice: "Dad, who are the leader of the Demon Cult and Gongsun Wulong? Are they more powerful than dad?"

She has always lived in her hometown in western Hunan, in the countryside, and really has no knowledge. The most powerful person in her heart is her father Qi Changfa.

Qi Changfa's mouth twitched: "Silly girl, you really think highly of your father.

Let me tell you this, unless your master is resurrected, let alone your father, even if your senior uncle and second junior uncle are included in our faction, it is not enough for these two people to fight with one hand. "

"If he is so powerful, wouldn't he be more..." Qi Fang turned his eyes and quietly looked at Yan Bugui.

I can't beat such a powerful person.

From this point of view, senior brother is the best. Even if I can't beat this water spinach, I'm not afraid of him.

Thinking of this, Qi Fang couldn't help turning her head and smiling sweetly at Di Yun.

Looking at the pretty face of his junior sister, Di Yun couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart, and a faint blush appeared on his dark face.