Zhang Weipeng's face also changed, and he immediately reprimanded: "Heifeng, don't mess around!" Mingyue's nephew is our honored guest, and the sword has no eyes, what if we hurt our honored guest! ”

When Qin Mingyue heard this, her heart chuckled.

Zhang Weipeng: He ......

There is no obvious refusal!

What kind of sword without eyes is obviously left for that black wind.

Sure enough, Hei Feng heard a pat on his chest: "It's okay!" Let's try our kung fu and get to the point. Little hero, what do you think?! ”

The latter sentence of Heifeng was said by looking at Qin Mingyue.

specially accentuated the three words "little hero", the implication is nothing more than that if you don't dare, don't be a hero.

Qin Mingyue finally understood now.

From the very beginning, when Zhang Weipeng gave him the title of "little hero", he didn't have good intentions, and he was waiting for him here.

Qin Mingyue has never felt that he is a hero, and if people are willing to call him, he can't stop him.

But now he is being given a false name by Mao who does not have a general.

Could all this be Zhang Weipeng's instructions?

So what's the point of him trying to compete with Black Wind's disciples?

Could it be that he took advantage of the competition to kill himself, and finally characterized it as a sword without eyes......

No, they're going to kill themselves, there's a way.

There are so many masters, and any one of them is not something that Qin Mingyue can handle.

So......

Qin Mingyue quickly thought about the beginning and end of this matter in his mind.

Seeing that Hei Feng was still looking at herself, Qin Mingyue smiled and said, "Okay, guests are as you please." ”

In a word, the reason for this competition was sent back.

It's not that Lao Tzu wants to fight you for some bullshit little hero, but he was forced by you!

Of course, those who can be deacons and hall masters are smart people, and when they heard Qin Mingyue's words, they were stunned, and they secretly admired it in their hearts.

Zhang Weipeng began to sing with a white face again at this time, and said to Qin Mingyue: "Virtuous nephew, this Heifeng who spoke just now is the hall master of our Golden Light Gate Black Tiger Hall, and he himself is a fourth-level strength. There were more than 100 people in their Black Tiger Hall, and there were fifteen of them with seventh-level strength. ”

Saying that, Zhang Weipeng said to Hei Feng again: "Hei Feng Hall Master, you choose a disciple of your hall, level 7 strength to compete with Mingyue Xian's nephew." ”

"Yes, sir!" Hei Feng answered, and with a wave of his hand, a young man in his thirties stood up.

Qin Mingyue couldn't help but complain in her heart, even if Nima pretended, it was okay, it was so easy to shout one, it was obviously prepared a long time ago.

Qin Mingyue was powerless to complain, but she also saw the strength of this seventh-level disciple at a glance.

Mid-seventh grade.

In terms of strength alone, it must be weaker than Qin Mingyue.

But it won't be so easy to defeat him.

Qin Mingyue thought of a question even more......

Just now Zhang Weipeng said that there are fifteen disciples under Hei Feng's seventh-level strength, and if it is very difficult to recruit one of his disciples, then doesn't it mean that his status is equivalent to Hei Feng's disciples?

These people are too scheming, and they have to be on guard all the time with them.

The disciple walked to the middle of the hall and rushed to Qin Mingyue, who was seated, and made a gesture: "Please!" ”

Qin Mingyue sat there motionless.

The disciple said coldly: "What, don't you dare, little hero? ”

What a loss.

Lao Tzu has never admitted it, but you bite it, and it is so harsh in your ears.

Qin Mingyue snorted lightly and said with a smile: "Since you are a disciple of the Black Wind Hall Master, it is not difficult for me to do it for you." I don't have to do it myself to compete with you. ”

Saying that, Qin Mingyue quietly released the two-headed zombie from "Hundred Ghost Spectrum".

The audience was shocked, and someone was already about to stand up: "What the hell is this!" ”

The scene was in an uproar.

Qin Mingyue smiled and said softly: "Don't make a fuss, everyone, this is a ghost pet of mine, and his strength is average." Since the Black Wind Hall Master sent his disciples, I will also let my ghost pet come out and everyone will have fun together. ”

Saying that, Qin Mingyue commanded the two-headed zombie: "Go ahead." ”

Zhang Weipeng's face turned green.

Black Wind's face turned green.

The disciple who was standing in the main hall and was preparing to compete also had a green face.

They never thought that Qin Mingyue would not appear on her own and come out as a ghost pet.

Over there, the two-headed zombie had been thrown out with one head.

Qin Mingyue was still sitting on it, drinking wine and eating delicious food, watching the battle in the audience.

Although there is a little pain in my heart, I want a ghost pill to drive a double-headed zombie!

But it's also pretty cool.

Didn't you send a disciple, and Lao Tzu would line up a ghost pet.

And it's also a ghost pet that presses you at the first level!

Fighting against the two-headed zombie, it is strange that the disciple in the middle of the seventh level can win.

Seeing that disciple's nose was blue and his face was swollen, he couldn't help but shout for help......

Qin Mingyue said slowly: "Come back, it's just a competition, and it's up to the point." ”

Retracting the two-headed zombie, Qin Mingyue looked at the disciple who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and said with a smile: "This ghost pet I raised is too stupid and dull on weekdays, but I didn't expect to win today." ”

Saying that, Qin Mingyue laughed twice.

Black Wind's face was extremely gloomy.

"Drinking, drinking, drinking......" Zhang Weipeng continued to sing with a white face and began to persuade him to drink.

Hei Feng suddenly stood up and said to Qin Mingyue: "Sure enough, young hero, I admire Hei Feng!" A toast to the little heroes! ”

As he spoke, Hei Feng picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then looked at Qin Mingyue with provocative eyes.

Is this going to be drunk?

Qin Mingyue saw the famous hall inside at a glance, but she didn't refuse, she also drank it all.

Qin Mingyue's alcohol consumption is not bad, as long as the other party still has a bottom line, he can accompany him to the end.

As a result, after the black wind finished toasting, the other hall master immediately stood up: "My old cow also toasts the little hero!" ”

"Drink!"

Qin Mingyue drank it all again.

Immediately, one by one, the hall masters stood up one after another to toast.

After Qin Mingyue drank four or five glasses with them, she understood that these people had no bottom line at all!

Sure enough, after the hall master finished drinking, the deacon began to toast again.

The deacons of Jinguangmen are more than twenty, and if they drink it in one circle, no matter how good the amount of alcohol is, they will be drunk.

Qin Mingyue smiled, since you have no bottom line, Lao Tzu will also play with you without a bottom line!

Qin Mingyue said to a deacon who was about to toast, "Everyone, it's not interesting for us to drink like this. There has been a martial arts fight just now, how about let's have another civil fight, the penalty for losing, drink to the fullest! ”

Qin Mingyue said this and looked at Zhang Weipeng.

Zhang Weipeng's eyebrows furrowed, and his intuition told him that Qin Mingyue's idea was not so simple.

But again, even if you know the problem, you can't say no.

Refusal is tantamount to admitting cowardice, and he, the big boss, can't pull this face.

"Okay." Zhang Weipeng said, "Everyone had a great time. ”

Qin Mingyue smiled.

"I don't know which one came up to fight with me?" Qin Mingyue said.

"I'm coming!"

A bald head two meters away stood up: "My name is Shi Fan!" ”