Infinite Heroes Seat

All the guests present looked at the two in astonishment.

The man was tall and majestic. Although his face was slightly narrow and long, he was well-defined, perfect like a marble statue. His skin was fairer and smoother than that of a girl, but he didn't feel like a sissy at all, but because of his sharp eyes. , So that he is full of male domineering charm, wide shoulders and narrow waist, with a sword and a sword hung on the left and right waists.

Regardless of her face, figure, eyebrows and skin, the woman is so beautiful that she can slam the heart, but her expression is cold and frosty, and her charm and demeanor are not inferior to the absolute beauty of Shan Wanjing and Shan Meixian. . She was also strange, deliberately falling back after crossing the threshold, as if to keep a certain distance from the man.

Neither of these two people looked like people from China, and coupled with their shots hurting others, the eyes of the few people present looking at them were a little bit bad, and even Wang Tong, who was well-contained, had an extremely ugly face. After all, at this time It was his birthday banquet, and these two people obviously didn't take him seriously.

On the side, Ouyang Xiyi gave a long laugh and blurted out in praise: "Okay! It turns out that the hero was born as a boy. What is the relationship between the man and the Turkic Bi Xuan?"

Although there was a smile on his face, Mo Wen noticed the passing cold light in his eyes.

The man's face was surprised. After looking up and down Ouyang Xiyi, he faintly said: "It turned out to be'Huangshan Yimin' Ouyang Xiyi. No wonder the eyesight is so brilliant, but not only does it have nothing to do with Bi Xuan, he still kills. And willingly--."

"The prince, I didn't bring any decent gifts here. Why don't you let the next move and drive the barbaric away?" The man hadn't finished speaking, but a voice came from the lobby.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and saw Wang Tong next to him, but Mo Wen said softly, with a smile on his face.

"Huh?" Wang Tong was taken aback, and then he touched his long beard, "Master Mo invites you. It's just a birthday banquet for the old man. I hope that he will be merciful, and just give a lesson or two!"

And the foreign man on the opposite side recovered his senses at this time, angrily turned back and smiled, "Well, I can't think of me Bafeng Hanfu Zhongyuan, so I have to meet a master, and I hope to enlighten me!"

Then Ba Fenghan said in a deep voice: "I just hope that your martial arts will be more advanced, and don't do the dead soul under the sword like the first disciple Bi Xuan!"

Ba Fenghan’s words were not meant to show off, but he couldn’t see the depth of the white-clothed boy at all. Although he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, since he dared to speak provocatively, he must have his own advantages. Otherwise, Wang Tong wouldn't have the words he had said before. Others didn't know his strength, and Wang Tong, who was at the same level as him, couldn't see how much he was in the same position as Feng Han?

In this world, masters compete only on the front line. Whoever can seize the opportunity and overwhelm the opponent in momentum can gain a huge advantage. Ba Fenghan knows he has not made a reputation in Middle-earth, so he uses Wuzun to Bi Xuanzhi. The name came to suppress this early teenager.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the venue became a little weird. Everyone looked at each other, and they looked at him with a little pity, and a few people showed smirking smiles.

Mo Wen stood up unhurriedly, and stood in front of Mo Wen in a few steps.

He looked up and down Ba Fenghan a few times, and then smiled: "Ba Fenghan, right? If you say you killed Bi Xuan, I might even look at you, but I will show off in front of me if you kill an apprentice. Do you think it's funny?"

Ba Fenghan's aura was suffocated, but it was unknown, but the surrounding guests showed their gods as a matter of course.

Mo Wen defeated Ning Daoqi, who was as famous as Bi Xuan, and Ba Fenghan took Bi Xuan's apprentice to show off. It was indeed a bit funny, everyone opened their eyes wide and was ready to watch the show.

"Clear-toothed, then I have to ask your Excellency how to do it!"

Ba Fenghan slowly dropped his hands on his waist while holding the sword. In an instant, everyone in the hall felt that the temperature in the hall had dropped sharply, and Senhan's murderous aura filled the audience.

On the other hand, Mo Wen didn't seem to be affected at all. Instead, he asked playfully at the woman who came with Ba Fenghan: "May I ask this lady, are you on the same road with this Han?"

The woman in white originally didn't care about the upcoming battle. She was standing still, but she frowned when she heard this, and said coldly, "No!"

Ba Fenghan's murderous aura shook slightly, his face very strange.

"That's it!" Mo Wen smiled happily, then turned his head, and said to Ba Fenghan: "This is the birthday banquet for the princes and the princes, and it is also the place where everyone from the stone performs art. Your improper etiquette, your actions hurt people. It's better to get out of the guy quickly, otherwise you will have to crawl out after I take the shot later!"

Hearing this, Ba Fenghan's murderous aura skyrocketed, his eyes flashed, and his coat fluttered automatically when there was no wind.

But when I saw it, I just sighed softly.

"Why?"

In the next moment, everyone felt tight in their hearts, as if being held down by a heavy load, their bodies stiff.

A chilling aura surged from Mo Wen and enveloped the entire lobby.

Heavy, depressed, and desperate!

It seemed that there was a peerless beast with an open blood basin and a big mouth crawling there, and Ba Fenghan's murderous aura was immediately swept away. He could only watch Mo Wen stubbornly, and sweat was seen on his forehead.

The woman who came with him was also shocked, and when she looked at Mo Wen, she brought a few strange strands.

One step, two steps, Mo Wen slowly walked towards Ba Fenghan, and said slowly.

"I can guarantee that you have never seen Bi Xuan, otherwise you will not live here, nor will you dare to provoke me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Wen's figure was Yihua, and when everyone discovered it again, he had already stood in front of Ba Fenghan.

"what!"

Ba Fenghan's pupils shrank, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently. With the intense pain, he temporarily got rid of the suppression of Mo Wen's momentum. With a roar, the sword shot at the same time and slashed at Mo Wen.

It's a pity that at the moment he made his move, Mo Wen but came first, stretched out his hand, and slammed the sword back on Ba Fenghan's hilt. He pressed the sword back again, and then moved his shoulder and elbow, suddenly. A blow struck Ba Fenghan's chest.

"Wow!"

Ba Fenghan spit out blood suddenly, and he flew out.

The audience was silent. Although this result had long been expected by everyone, no one thought that Ba Fenghan, who claimed to have killed the first disciple of Bi Xuan, could not even catch Mo Wen's move.

The trouble is that Wu Zun Bi Xuan is actually a parallel importer? Everyone came up with the same idea.

"You! Who are you?" Climbing on the ground, Ba Fenghan tried to stand up several times, but he fell down again in vain. Mo Wen's blow not only shattered his breastbone, but also made him feel inside. He was angry for a while, and he didn't want to recover without a month or two of adjusting his interest rate.

"Me? I'm Mo Wen, "Heavenly Master" Mo Wen, you should have heard of me!" With a smile on his face, Mo Wen walked towards Ba Fenghan step by step.

But listening to Mo Wen's name, the white-clothed woman's eyes flashed, and the long sword in her hand was unscathed, blocking Mo Wen and Ba Fenghan.

"You are Mo Wen? Say, where did you hide my senior sister!"

"Senior Sister?" Although Mo Wen knew the origin of this woman~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he asked in surprise.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, the last place my senior sister disappeared was when you ruled Yangzhou, and with the light work of senior sister, only you, the fourth master, can keep her!"

"You mean Junzhuo?" Mo Wen smiled lightly, then said playfully: "Yes, I know where she is, but-why should I tell you?"

"You! You Han dog, I will kill you!" Listening to Mo Wen's words, the girl in white suddenly raised her eyebrows and slammed her sword towards Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was about to do it, but suddenly he stepped back with his face to one side. Everyone was puzzled. They were secretly startled, thinking that this woman was so powerful that Mo Wen might dodge it, but everyone knew the next moment. There was a sound of flute outside the hall.

The sound of the flute is wonderful, frustrating, impermanent, and very beautiful. The breath between notes and notes, the transition between phrases and phrases, are confessed through the fusion of flute, sound and water. Even if there is a break, the sound of listening will only be delayed. The lingering feeling of endless brocade and after death. With his mastery of Huo Hou, he has reached the realm of Xiao Dao that has been made by Feng Deng.

With Xiao Yin's sudden high and generous, and suddenly low resentment, high to infinite, low to infinite, everyone was stunned for a while. (To be continued.)