At this time, Niu Laosan also recognized Tang Long.

He looked at Tang Long in surprise and exaggeratedly said, "Oh! Isn't this a tyrant of Mushroom Village? Tang Niqiu? What's wrong? You went to Fengming City to cheat? What's the matter? Are you still fucking the San and Four Yam Sect? You all came up with such a shameless sect name? I think you're crazy about money, right?"

Tang Long was so angry that he was about to refute.

suddenly.

Niu Laosan stared at Fan Jian and smiled even more rampantly.

"I thought that the head of the Sansi Yam Sect was. It turned out to be Li Busan Si's cowardly disciple. I heard that a few days ago, your master stepped on the shit and slid into the river and drowned. What happened? Your master had just died a few days ago, and you were impatient and started to set up a new door?"

His whine suddenly attracted a group of audiences.

Even Wang Hu, the deputy leader of the White Tiger Sect in the tents on both sides, and Zhang He, the elder of the Black Cloud Sect, were drawn out.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"What's the point of quarrel? What's the point of being?"

Wang Hu glared at Niu Laosan with his hands on his back.

Niu Laosan immediately ran to him, pointed to Fan Jian's tent and the horizontal strip, and said something to him.

Suddenly.

The interest of the deputy leader of the Wuliu Sect was suffocated.

"You mean, his master stepped on the shit, slid into the river and drowned, he betrayed the master's sect and came to cheat?"

Wang Hu asked Niu Lao San.

Niu Laosan nodded and said, "That's right, the deputy sect leader, it's true, it's true."

The other side.

The little Taoist priest in green was also explaining to Zhang He, the elder of Heiyun Sect.

Zhang He felt very funny and very interesting.

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Only the unlucky guy will step on the shit and slide into the river and be drowned. This guy is still the head of a sect, although this sect is not at all.

What's even more absurd is that his disciple actually ran to Fengming City under the guise of his master to cheat.

Zhang He waved his hand and said, "Let their heads come out to see me."

The young Taoist priest in green ran to the tent, pointed at Fan Jian's nose, and scolded: "Did you hear it? My master asked you to get out and see him."

Fan Jian was drinking tea and eating melon seeds, and there were three kilograms of cakes on the table. He was in the mood to pay attention to these guys who were not in the ordinary sect.

He turned to Fan Jian and said, "Tell those sects outside that who is not well-off, who wants to meet this sect and ask him to send someone to send a message in advance. What is the identity of this sect? How can it be seen by any dog ​​or cat?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

When Fan Jian heard this, he felt a little distressed.

Those outside are all big names from the fifth-rate sect, Master Fan, your words offended them all to death.

As Tang Long thought, Fan Jian's words angered Zhang He and Wang Hu.

"Hmph, it's simply outrageous? You dare to say that our fifth-rate sect is a poor sect. This kid is really a big tone."

Wang Hu walked into Fan Jian's tent with smoke, without saying a word.

Zhang He also walked in. He laughed in anger, wrapped his hands around his chest, looked at Fan Jian with a bad expression and said, "Boy, you put the tent between our two major sects. Before we could even provoke a sect, you brag about it. What? Just because you, a poor sect, want to come and recruit disciples?"

Fan Jian raised his head and said loudly: "That's right, I'm a 34th yam sect. Today, I not only come here to recruit disciples, but I also want to recruit the first genius of Fengming City to be a disciple."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

As soon as this statement comes out.

Hilarious noises were everywhere.

"Fuck, I've seen bragging people, and I haven't seen bragging people to death. A sect leader who is not a good person actually speaks wildly, and wants to recruit Fengming City as a disciple. He's kicked the donkey in the head, right?"

"Haha, I see that his head is probably squeezed by the sect. Otherwise, he would dare to brag in front of two big men from the Wuliu Sect?"

Niu Laosan and the young Taoist priest in Qingyi were both smiling so hard that their stomachs hurt.

There are many fools every year, and this year there are a lot.

Niu Laosan pointed at Fan Jian's nose and shouted: "Little bastard, just you? Don't say that you were the first genius to be a disciple when you recruited Fengming City. Even if you can recruit three disciples, I, Niu Laosan, learn to bark a hundred times in public!"

Fan Jian looked at Niu Laosan, don't say that, this guy is born to be a traitor.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Okay, I remember your request, don't worry, I will make it a reality."

Fan Jian said with a smile while eating melon seeds.

The White Tiger Sect opposite had already tapped the sword to Fan Jian, and the young Taoist priest in the green clothes in Heiyun Sect was not showing any weakness.

He pointed to the banner on Fan Jian's tent and said, "Little Master, how about we bet too? If you can really recruit the first genius of Fengming City as a disciple, I will die immediately without saying a word. If you can't recruit the first genius of Fengming City as a disciple, I will tear off your banner with my own hands, and you will get out immediately. Don't embarrass and annoying here. How about you? Do you dare to gamble?"

When Tang Long heard this, his heart suddenly became tight.

Fan Jian crossed his legs and said slowly, "Okay, why don't you dare?"

"One word is determined."

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In this way, the bet was made.

Zhang He and his apprentice returned to the tent.

Wang Hu and Niu Laosan also returned to the tent.

The people watching the fun around gradually dispersed.

Tang Long wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, smiled bitterly, and said to Fan Jian: "Sect Master, you shouldn't bet with them. Do you know that Yun Potian, the first genius of Fengming City, is a swordsman who comes out every once in a hundred years? He is almost a disciple of the Heiyun Sect and the White Tiger Sect."

"Do you think, do you want to send two big figures to a small place like Fengming City in person? They are all determined to win Yun Potian."

When Fan Jian heard this, he became interested.

He asked Tang Long: "Is this Yun Potian very powerful? He is actually called a genius of swordsmanship that has been released in one hundred years?"

Tang Long said: "Of course it's amazing. Yun Potian is just eighteen years old this year, but three years ago, he had already fought all over Fengming City at fifteen."

"Wow, so awesome? He is the talent we are going to recruit."

Fan Jian sighed.

The twelve disciples under his command must be all peerless geniuses in all directions. It seems that this trip to Fengming City is worth it.

Fan Jian was thinking about how to get the first genius Yun Potian to enter the door, when suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of him, and then a stench came.

"May I ask, are you recruiting people here?"

A beggar with disheveled hair and ragged clothes walked into Fan Jian's tent.

His eyes were burning, and he stared at the cake cut on the table, swallowing his saliva continuously.

"Get out! The beggar is stinky, where do you think we are here?"

Tang Long waved his hand, trying to drive away the person.

Fan Jian suddenly stopped him. Fan Jian's eyes swept across the beggar, and his eyes stayed on his belt, and an ancient book inserted diagonally.

Suddenly.

What did Fan Jian think of?

He smiled and looked at the beggar and said, "I am indeed recruiting people here, but I don't recruit beggars, we only recruit disciples."

The beggar pointed at himself and said, "Master, I can swear that I am definitely not a beggar. However, I have been hungry for three days and are almost fainting. If you give me a piece of cake, I will join your disciple."

Tang Long was annoyed when he heard this and was about to drive him away.

Fan Jian took the lead, stood up, picked up the three pounds of cut cake on the table, and handed it to the beggar with both hands.

"Welcome to join the San and Fourth Yam Sect."
Chapter completed!