Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

"Do you think that the six of us in the Vajra Mortal Realm can leave you two perfect Vajra Mortal Realm behind!"

Lei Mengsha was a little angry, and his voice sounded coldly.

It was he who encouraged the young man Baili Dongjun to come and rob the bride. If something went wrong because of this, he would regret it.

Jun Lintian stood casually with a broken sword in his hand, but he also stared at the opposite side, and a momentum slowly accumulated.

Although Luo Xuan, Mo Xiaohei and others did not say much, their true energy was vibrating, ready to fight at any time.

The white-haired man and the purple-clothed youth looked at each other and saw a trace of helplessness in their eyes.

It seems that this time, they will return empty-handed.

"Let's go!"

The white-haired man shouted lightly, without any hesitation, his figure jumped up and came to the eaves. Without stopping at all, he flashed a few times and went to an unknown place.

The purple-clothed youth was not much behind, and a string of purple-clothed afterimages appeared in the air.

As a few fallen leaves fluttered down from the air, the man also disappeared.

The three black-robed men also had their own methods. A burst of black mist surged, and when the mist dissipated, no one knew where the people had run away.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't really want to fight the white-haired man to the death.

After all, the white-haired man and the purple-clothed youth were indeed very strong and talented, and their strength had already exceeded the realm.

If they wanted to fight to the death, I'm afraid both sides would suffer.

The surviving Yan family members were as pale as if they had lost their parents.

The head of the family died, and those mysterious people were gone.

Thinking of this, a bunch of people trembled all over, lowered their heads, and waited for death to come.

At this time,

Yan Liuli, who was accompanying the coffin, stood up, as if he had just recovered a little from his sadness.

When he saw a seriously injured figure on the ground, Yan Liuli's eyes flashed and moved to Luo Xuan on the side.

He said quietly and calmly.

"Mr. Luo, Xiao Li is mine."

"So, I spared his life."

Luo Xuan replied calmly, with one hand behind his back and the jade flute across the other hand, looking very elegant.

Yan Liuli nodded slightly, and her cold eyes swept over the surviving members of the Yan family.

"Mr. Gu, how are you going to deal with the rest?"

Gu Jianmen looked a little tired, and threw the sword to Li Suli, looking at the messy Gu Mansion.

The blood on the ground had not yet coagulated.

Gu Jianmen suddenly lost interest, but he missed his brother more and more in his heart.

He sighed.

"Yan Bietian is dead, the spies in the Gu family have been eliminated, and the revenge of the Gu Mansion has been completed."

"I am not a bloodthirsty person, and I don't have the heart of stone of Yan Bietian, so the rest of the Yan family can leave."

"The wedding doesn't need to continue... In addition, today's grudges are over today. If you want to avenge Yan Bietian, today is a good opportunity."

"Yan Bietian is dead, why bother with it anymore."

Yan Liuli said calmly, and Gu Jianmen nodded when he heard it.

"But the wedding will continue!"

Yan Liuli spoke again, with a firm tone.

Gu Jianmen frowned, and a guess arose in his heart.

"With whom?"

"Him!"

Yan Liuli pointed to Gu Luoli in the coffin, his eyes calm.

Gu Jianmen fell silent for a moment.

The people around him were also silent.

"What a good show~"

Just when it was quiet,

a voice suddenly sounded, as if outside the courtyard.

"What a good little ghost!"

The voice sounded again, as if in the air.

Jun Lintian instinctively felt that the little ghost the other party was talking about was him, and he suddenly looked up to see where the person who spoke was.

As soon as he looked up,

a long robe blocked his view.

At the same time, a big hand, regardless of the protest in Jun Lintian's eyes, rubbed Jun Lintian's head randomly.

"Sirs, it's really a new experience to meet again after Tianqi's separation."

The man smiled and turned slowly, his smile was like a spring breeze.

But Jun Lintian behind him, his pupils shrank sharply.

Because there were three words written on the back.

Poison you to death!

"Senior Wen~"

Several young masters hurriedly stepped forward to salute, even the arrogant Gu Jianmen bowed honestly and called him senior.

"Uncle~"

Bai Li Dongjun ran over quickly and asked carefully.

"Uncle, did mother ask you to come?"

Wenhujiu looked at Baili Dongjun with a smile and asked.

"What do you think?"

Baili Dongjun immediately laughed a few times, and naturally understood the deep meaning.

"They know that you only listen to me, so they let me take you back, what do you think? Have you had enough fun?"

Wenhujiu spoke softly, with a helpless tone.

Baili Dongjun smacked his lips, and a little light came out of his eyes, "It's like drinking a lot of wine, justI tasted the delicious taste."

"I really want to drink a few more sips!"

Wenhujiu rolled his eyes at his nephew and scolded him with a smile: "Little drunkard, if you drink a few more sips, it will be your uncle who will be scolded."

Baili Dongjun scratched his head embarrassedly.

Wenhujiu turned around and looked at Lei Mengsha and others.

"My little nephew has troubled everyone these days, I hope you can forgive me."

"I have helped a lot..." Baili Dongjun said dissatisfiedly.

He risked his face and came to rob the bride with a coffin.

Lei Mengsha also hurriedly said: "The young marquis is both wise and brave, with extraordinary courage, shouldering a heavy responsibility, with the power of one person..."

Wenhujiu's eyelids trembled slightly, and he quickly reached out to stop him:

"Master Zhuo Mo, I am a little in a hurry, and the remaining compliments will be saved for next time. "

Lei Mengsha smiled awkwardly and said angrily: "Okay, I promise to think of a few more good words when I go back."

Wenhujiu turned his head quickly and said with a chuckle.

"What happens next has nothing to do with us. I want to take my little nephew and these two little ghosts to go first."

After saying that, Wenhujiu seemed to have just remembered to ask for their opinions and asked with a smile.

"Two young men, do you mind going together?"

Sikong Changfeng held the spear and suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he was dreaming, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

But in fact, Sikong Changfeng had already nodded involuntarily.

Jun Lin Tianchao Wenhujiu walked towards him, holding the broken sword in his hand, and looked at Lei Mengsha reluctantly.

Lei Mengsha knew what this kid was thinking, and sneered immediately.

"Boy, you made a wrong calculation. You asked me, Lei Mengsha, to ask for money. Ask them who pays the bill when they go out to drink. "

Jun Lintian sighed slightly when he saw this. He originally wanted Lei Mengsha to give him some money to buy a good sword.

This sword that Lei Mengsha chose randomly was really too bad. After using the thunder-listening trick, the sword broke into two pieces.

Wen Hujiu laughed loudly when he saw this.

"Little boy, if you want to find a good sword, you have a chance now. The sword-testing meeting of Mingjian Villa is about to be held. It's a good opportunity to stop by and grab a high-quality sword to play with."

Jun Lintian's eyes lit up.

"It would be great if I could go with Senior Wen."

Wen Hujiu flicked his long sleeves, rolled up the three people and jumped out of the wall. He could vaguely see a man holding an oil umbrella and a young man playing with a short knife, slowly disappearing into the dark.

Wen Hujiu paused slightly, his eyes flashing, as if he recognized the identities of the two.

"Senior Wen, what's wrong? "

Jun Lintian looked in the direction of his gaze, but saw nothing.

"Nothing?"

Wenhujiu shook his head and smiled, then walked out calmly.