On July 20, it was scorching heat, but it was still cool in the mountains in the early morning.

The mountains of Nanshan Prefecture were originally sparsely populated, but today there are suddenly many more pedestrians in groups of three or five.

These people are not carrying swords and swords, and they are people from the rivers and lakes at a glance. One of the groups of people, Xiao Nai He of the Eight Pole Gate, was impressively listed, but judging by the position of his line, he should be led by the blue-shirted man in his thirties in the middle.

The blue-shirted man raised his horsewhip, pointed to the empty mountains and fields around him, and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, this Yanhuang Sect is worthy of coming out of the poor countryside, and the mountain gate chosen is also so remote. And there is not even a disciple to guide the way, but road signs are set up along the way, although it is a bit thoughtful, but it is still too childish. ”

"Senior Brother Jing, the Yanhuang Sect has not yet officially opened, there are not many disciples, and it is inevitable that there will be no one to guide you. ”

Xiao Nai explained for Wang Ke, but he sighed secretly in his heart, he now feels more and more that it is a mistake for the head of the sect to send his junior brother here, and he just begs this young master who is above the top not to poke out any leaks for a while.

After the Baji Gate received the invitation from the Yanhuang Sect, Xiao Nai He was full of hope that the head of the sect, Jing Jiuyang, could go in person.

However, Jing Jiuyang is a grandmaster, if Wang Ke's teacher Yanxia Shenlong Xiaoyaozi opened the sect, of course he would come to congratulate him in person, but Wang Ke was just a congenital, and he disdained to come.

However, everyone is a Great Qin Sect Master, although they have never met, they will inevitably meet in the future, so Jing Jiuyang asked his son Jing Feihong to go on his behalf, which can be regarded as giving enough face.

Jing Feihong is fifty years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, he is already a half-step grandmaster, the Jianghu people give the nickname Rapid Light Movie, a fast sword in one hand, fast and powerful, few opponents, absolutely young and promising.

However, this person thinks very highly of himself, and he only thinks that among the younger generation, except for the leaders of the ten major sects like Su Ji, no one can match him, even Su Ji is only stained with the light of the Kunlun Holy Land in his eyes, otherwise he will not be able to become a half-step grandmaster at all.

This time, Jing Feihong was very reluctant. In his opinion, Yanhuangzong is also a congenital for Wang Ke, and he was born in a place like Songjiang, northern Qin, where martial arts have declined, so there is really no need to stoop to come by himself, just send an innate master like Guo Xie to respond to the scene.

With such thoughts, Jing Feihong complained constantly along the way, and even Xiao Nai repeatedly reminded him that Wang Ke had a very close relationship with Su Ji and played a big role in the battle with Ji Yuanhuang, but he just pouted and didn't take it seriously.

Xiao Naihe's face was full of helplessness, and he stayed by Jing Feihong's side, and finally arrived at the foot of Feilai Peak.

Compared with the barren mountains and remote mountains in front, the Feilai Peak makes people's eyes suddenly brighten, looking at it from afar, a tall wooden gatehouse stands tall, the cloud pattern is dense on it, and the simple atmosphere is also fairy-like and elegant.

In the middle of the gatehouse are written three big characters of "Yanhuang Sect", the pen is bold and vigorous, and you can know that it comes from the hand of the name at a glance.

A bluestone-paved stone road winds its way up through the mountain gate to a magnificent complex of buildings at the top of the mountain.

"This looks like a sect, but it's still too petty. Jing Feihong pointed to the mountain gate and said: "Look at our Baji Gate, the mountain gate is carved from white marble, they only make a wooden mountain gate, it really makes people laugh off their big teeth!"

"Senior Brother Jing, we are still celebrating, you make a small noise, it is not good for people to hear. Xiao Nai He persuaded in a low voice.

Jing Feihong didn't seem to hear it, pointed to the figure under the mountain gate and said, "Hey, the person under the mountain gate is Wang Ke, hehe, it's really fat." ”

Xiao Nai He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "That's Zhang Ye, the younger brother of Wang Ke, who is nicknamed the ghost hand of pushing and grinding." ”

Jing Feihong heard Xiao Nai He say that only Wang Ke in the Yanhuang Sect was congenital, and when he heard this, he sneered and said: "Wang Ke actually didn't greet the guests in person, just sent a pestle to be there, what a big shelf!"

When he came to the mountain gate, Jing Feihong did not get off the horse, pointed at Zhang Ye with a horsewhip, and said: "Hey, fat man, let your head come out to greet the guest, and tell him that Jing Feihong of the Baji Gate is here!"

Zhang Ye had already seen Xiao Naihe, and was about to step forward to say hello, when he heard Jing Feihong's words, he was very annoyed.

However, today is the happy day of the opening ceremony, Zhang Ye still suppressed the anger in his heart, and arched his hand: "In the next Zhang Ye, I have seen all the heroes of the Baji Gate, and the head of the sect is entertaining distinguished guests on the mountain, and I can't welcome you in person, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"Distinguished guest, what distinguished guest has my honor, tell you, I am the young head of the Baji Sect, a dignified half-step grandmaster, you don't come to greet you in person, send you an acquired boy over, do you look down on me?" Jing Feihong said proudly.

"Jing Shao's head is so prestigious, dare to ask Your Excellency if you are here to play today? If so, although you are not talented, you must also maintain the reputation of our sect. After Zhang Ye finished speaking, his momentum suddenly changed, where is the day after tomorrow, and he is a congenital master.

Jing Feihong couldn't help but feel stunned when he saw that Zhang Ye was actually congenital, he clearly remembered that Xiao Naihe said that Wang Ke's junior brothers and sisters were all in the ascendant, but he had only stepped into the congenital for more than four months, even if he had never done it, it seemed that the Yanhuang Sect was not useless.

Xiao Naixiao was even more shocked, and hurriedly started the round: "Congratulations to Brother Zhang Xian for advancing to the first level, Senior Brother Jing is just joking, why are you still serious, I don't know which distinguished guest is on the mountain?"

"Grandmaster Great Qinhai is above, shouldn't the senior brother in charge sit with him?" Zhang Ye said coldly.

Although the people of the sect look down on the royal family, but the grandmaster is an exception, with the grandmaster on it, the head of the sect naturally can't be left out in the cold, and it's normal not to come out to greet him.

Jing Feihong snorted coldly and said, "For Sect Master Hai's sake, I won't bother with you today, otherwise based on what you just said, this will be your example!"

He jumped off his horse, landed beside the mountain gate, and raised his hand to slap it on the doorpost.

Although Jing Feihong is good at using swords, as a half-step grandmaster, his internal strength is so deep.

His palm seems to be extremely light, but in fact, it has used internal force, if it is ordinary wood, there will be an inch-deep palm print under this palm, and the mountain gate will have to shake a few times.

Who would have thought that under this palm, the mountain gate would not move at all, and there would be no trace on the doorpost.

Jing Feihong was shocked, and hurriedly looked carefully, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching: "Grandma is a male!

Although white marble is also a precious stone, compared with the treasure of this wood, black iron sandalwood, it is simply a rotten street goods.

Thinking that he was still laughing at Yan Huangzong's petty family spirit just now, Jing Feihong himself felt a little blushing, where is this petty family spirit, it is simply a little too extravagant.

Zhang Ye sneered beside him: "Thank you for the mercy of Jing Shao's subordinates." (To be continued.) )