Zongwu: Starting from the Trouble in Xingzilin

Murong Fu was speechless, feeling that his status had been lowered by Wu Lao Da for no reason, and he was naturally full of resentment.

But Wu Lao Da did not seem to notice the change on Murong Fu's face, and he clasped his fists towards Zhuo Bufan who was still on the top of the tree, and said loudly:"Master Zhuo! We did not know that Master Zhuo was coming to our Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands. We are sorry for not welcoming you. Please do not be offended, Master Zhuo!"

After Wu Lao Da finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Zhuo Bufan and bowed.

"Hero Zhuo! If Hero Zhuo agrees to help us today, we can accomplish our great goal! If Hero Zhuo needs your help someday, just say one word and I will fight to the death for my Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands!"

After Boss Wu said this, Murong Fu couldn't keep calm anymore!

Damn! Awesome!

Exactly the same! The punctuation marks are exactly the same as what you said to me just now!

Boss Wu, you are too mean, aren't you? It seems that no matter who joins, you will say the same thing!

Thinking of this, Murong Fu felt that he had been greatly insulted. Even though he was concerned about his identity, he could hardly suppress his anger.

When he was about to leave in a huff, Zhuo Bufan, who was on the top of the tree, spoke at this time.

"Hahaha! Sure, sure! With my joining your thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, you will surely be able to flatten Lingjiu Palace! Hahaha!"

With laughter, Zhuo Bufan had already taken to the sky. He turned three thousand six hundred degrees in the air and stood firmly on the ground! As soon as

Zhuo Bufan landed, Boss Wu stepped in front of him, saluted, and said politely:"Master Zhuo, it's great that you agreed to join us! We have already made a plan to attack Lingjiu Palace. Let's talk about it on the way without delay!"

Boss Wu stretched out his hand and was ready to greet everyone to set off.

But Murong Fu snorted coldly at this time.

"Humph! Go ahead! We have something important to do, so we'll leave you for now!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

""Wait a minute!"

Zhuo Bufan suddenly drew his sheathed sword and blocked Murong Fu's way.

"What do you mean, sir? Seeing that I have joined, you are leaving. Do you look down on me, Zhuo?"

Zhuo Bufan looked provocatively at me, with a sidelong glance, not taking Murong Fu seriously at all.

When has Murong Fu ever been insulted like this?

What's more, the man in front of him is just a"Sword God" who he has never heard of and named himself?

His face immediately turned cold,"You'd better know what you are doing!"

Murong Fu's words were full of threats.

Upon hearing this, Boss Wu's face changed and he hurried forward to persuade him.

"Master Zhuo, misunderstanding! This is……"

Boss Wu was about to tell Zhuo Bufan about Murong Fu's identity, but Zhuo Bufan was also full of arrogance. He stopped Boss Wu from speaking with a hand and said coldly:"I don't care who you are! If you want to leave here today, ask the sword in my hand first!"

After that, his left hand holding the scabbard shook suddenly, and the sword in the scabbard made a"choke" sound and then came out of the scabbard.

Zhuo Bufan held the hilt and casually made a sword flower, and everyone heard a few"bang bang bang" sounds, and the surrounding stones were broken into several pieces by the sword energy.

"What do you think of Zhuo's sword energy?"

Zhuo Bufan pointed his sword diagonally, looking complacent.

"Humph!"

Murong Fu snorted coldly, and just as he was about to say something to ridicule her, he suddenly heard a strange laugh.

"Hehe, the sword energy is just so-so, and the sword intent is just mediocre!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and a gray figure flashed, and then it was already in the center of the field.

The person who came was wearing a gray cloth shirt and had a dark face.

Against the skin color, his eyes were bright and smart. When he opened his mouth, the two rows of white teeth were even whiter and brighter.

Damn! He is even darker than me!

Feng Boye was secretly shocked when he saw the appearance of the person who came.

When the rest of the people saw the person clearly, they were even more confused. They racked their brains but couldn't think of any famous person in the world who looked like this.

Boss Wu was about to speak to test the other party's identity, but unexpectedly, the man spoke first.

"Boss Wu, I heard that you guys want to go up to Tianshan Mountain to look for trouble with Lingjiu Palace?"

"Exactly! I wonder what advice you have for me?"

Seeing that the other party got straight to the point, Boss Wu did not hide anything.

Regardless of whether he is an enemy or a friend, with Master Murong and Zhuo Jianshen on our side, he would not dare to do anything!

Boss Wu glanced at Murong Fu who had not left yet, and his confidence was also relieved.

"Haha! I dare not give you advice!"

The man chuckled, paused, and suddenly said arrogantly:"But without my joining, do you think you can attack Lingjiu Palace?"

Eh?

Why does this sound so familiar?

Boss Wu immediately felt a strange feeling in his heart. Zhuo

Bufan on the side became excited,"Who are you? How dare you steal my lines!"

Who knew that the man didn't care about Zhuo Bufan's threat at all. After laughing loudly, he took a wine pot from his waist. After taking a sip

, he answered proudly:"I am the Drunken Swordsman of the South China Sea!"

The Drunken Swordsman of the South China Sea?

" Everyone present was stunned.

But Zhuo Bufan's face changed.

Provocation! This is a naked provocation!

I'm from Hainan, and you say you're from the South China Sea! I'm the Sword God, and you say you're the Swordsman?

How dare you COS me?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan's face gradually turned green.

At this time, Murong Fu also cast a puzzled look on Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan is familiar with the classics of various martial arts schools, and is also familiar with the stories of various sects in the martial arts world. Perhaps, she knows that this"Drunken Swordsman of the South China Sea" Who is the"Sword Immortal"!

However, when Wang Yuyan saw Murong Fu's inquiring eyes, she could only respond with a helpless bitter smile...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through Wang Yuyan's chest, and her expression suddenly became solemn.

Why does this person feel so familiar?

Could it be him?

No, no, how could it be such a coincidence!

Alas! Why do I think of him again! I am not doing my best!

Wang Yuyan pinched the back of her hand in annoyance.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan's chest was already filled with depression, and he couldn't help but sneer, disdainfully speaking

""Sword Immortal, since you just said that Zhuo's sword intent is mediocre, then please teach Zhuo what sword intent is!"

Zhuo Bufan's tone was as cold as frost, and every word he uttered lowered the temperature of the scene.

As for Zhuo Bufan's swordsmanship, everyone in the field had just witnessed it with their own eyes.

And this Drunken Sword Immortal was so shameless, and everyone in the field was happy to let Zhuo Bufan teach this ignorant man a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the Drunken Sword Immortal heard Zhuo Bufan's challenge, but did not take it seriously at all.

He drank a sip by himself, and then jokingly said:"It's not impossible for me to teach you. The key is how much silver are you willing to pay?"

Huh?

Zhuo Bufan didn't react for a while.

He was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.

"You kid are looking for death!"

The long sword shook, and a sword light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword!