The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 211 The Martial Saint Arrives in Person
Deyang City.

The first floor in the world.

The early morning sun slowly rose, and the first ray of sunlight shone into the room. Wang Yuyan slowly opened her eyes and found a person sitting in front of the bed in a daze. She could not help shrinking inward, looking at the figure .

"scared you?"

A voice came faintly, mixed with a hint of a smile.

The person sitting in front of the bed was none other than Xiao Jun.

Wang Yuyan looked at Xiao Jun in surprise, a little surprised, because today was the first time Xiao Jun got up so early, earlier than her.

"Why are you up so early?"

Wang Yuyan asked suspiciously, and sat up.

"Isn't it because some people didn't eat last night, so I got up early in the morning to make breakfast, and see if some people are willing to take two bites for their face."

Xiao Jun spoke slowly, while speaking, he picked up a bowl from the side and handed it to Wang Yuyan.

"You did it yourself?"

Wang Yuyan looked at Xiao Jun in surprise, and asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Xiao Jun smiled and nodded.

Wang Yuyan curiously took the bowl, which was still slightly hot, and found that it was also a bowl of noodles, but it seemed that it had been cooked for a long time, and the noodles were already lumpy.

"Taste it, if it tastes bad, I'll ask the back kitchen to make you a new bowl."

Xiao Jun looked at Wang Yuyan and said without confidence.

Wang Yuyan picked up the chopsticks and ate two mouthfuls, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, this was the first time she had a meal cooked by Xiao Jun himself, although it was only a bowl of noodles, but he made it for her by himself.

"how is the taste?"

Xiao Jun looked at Wang Yuyan who was eating with gusto, and asked tentatively.

"Well, it's done."

Wang Yuyan nodded and said slowly.

After hearing Wang Yuyan's words, the smile froze on her face.

What do you mean 'Well, it's done? '

It is obvious that it can be eaten when it is cooked, but don't ask about the taste.

"I'd better ask the kitchen to make you another bowl."

While talking, Xiao Jun got up and walked out.

"No need, I'll eat it!"

Wang Yuyan hurriedly called Xiao Jun to stop, and said affirmatively, finally showing a smile that was not forced on her face.

Xiao Jun smiled, stopped in his tracks, sat back down again, and quietly watched Wang Yuyan eating noodles.

He knew that Wang Yuyan didn't sleep well all night, tossing and turning, and the blanket was still under the pillow.

But he didn't know how to get her to come out as soon as possible. The only thing he could do was to stay with her all the time.

After three times, five times and two times, Wang Yuyan finished a bowl of noodles that didn't taste very good, but she was very satisfied.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back before dark at the latest."

Xiao Jun looked at Wang Yuyan and said slowly.

"where to?"

Wang Yuyan hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Go out and do something."

Xiao Jun replied vaguely, not wanting to reveal too much.

"Okay, be careful."

Wang Yuyan nodded and said slowly.

"Well, don't run around, just wait here for me obediently."

Xiao Jun smiled and said slowly.

"Understood, and where can I go?"

Wang Yuyan nodded slightly.

Xiao Jun stopped talking, got up and walked out.

Wang Yuyan looked at Xiao Jun's back and frowned slightly.

She knew where Xiao Jun was going, because the Hengshan faction was near Deyang City.

The top of Mount Heng.

Hengshan Sword Sect.

Inside the main hall, once again there were two groups of people standing one on the left and one on the right, arguing endlessly, spitting flying everywhere.

"If we don't make up our minds, we won't even have a chance to make a move when the people from Tianmen come to the door!"

"Could it be that our Hengshan Sword Sect can destroy Tianmen? How about Changshengmen? Since its official appearance in the Jianghu, although there has been a lot of rumors, but facing Tianmen? Isn't it being chased by the whole world? Even the beggars and the gang The three kingdoms of Song, Dali, and Xixia all sent people to hunt them down, can we deal with so many people?"

"Then just watch them kill my disciples of the Hengshan Sword Sect? Not even revenge?"

"I think you listened to Master Mo Feng's words and rushed for the elixir?! The first time you sent someone to intercept the Martial Saint, wasn't it Master Mo Feng?!"

The arguments became more and more heated, and everything was said and said, and it seemed that the other party could never be persuaded to agree with each other.

On a chair in the middle of the hall, sat an old man with white beard and hair, and a dignified face. A long sword with a green handle and a green scabbard stood beside the armrest on his right hand.

Hengshan Sword Sect No.30 Sixth generation leader, Ji Chen.

Not far away, there was also an old man with a sword sitting. His body was thin and skinny.

Mo Feng is the younger brother of Ji Chen, the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect.

For the two parties who have been arguing non-stop, the two have been watching with cold eyes, and neither of them spoke.

To say that the Hengshan Sword Sect has established itself in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. From the development of one person and one mountain gate to the present, there have been too many experiences in the middle. The Sword faction also has some prestige.

"enough!"

At this moment, Ji Chen, who was sitting in the middle, finally opened his mouth, and sternly yelled at the chattering two parties, his voice was thick and strong, and spread throughout the hall.

The two parties who were arguing endlessly stopped immediately when they heard the voice of the head master, but although their mouths stopped, their eyes were still wide open, looking at each other, neither side would admit defeat.

"Junior Brother Mo, are you sure you want to continue to fight against Tianmen?"

Ji Chen turned to look at Mo Feng, and asked slowly.

As soon as he uttered his words, all the people present were attracted and looked at Mo Feng one after another.

"Senior brother, if Tianmen killed our people, if we just bear it in silence, we will not only be ridiculed by our comrades in the world, but our Hengshan faction's hundreds of years of foundation will also be destroyed! Tianmen never treats the enemy softly!"

Mo Feng said in a low voice.

"Since you know that Tianmen will not be lenient, why did you send third junior brother and my only son to provoke Tianmen!?"

Ji Chen frowned, stared at Mo Feng, and asked loudly.

"Aren't I doing it for the sake of my Hengshan sect? Which sect or faction in Jianghu doesn't want to take advantage of the situation to destroy Tianmen? The Holy Lord of Tianmen disregards the morals of Jianghu and secretly shields the witch. Shouldn't he be killed?!"

Mo Feng snorted coldly and did not back down.

"But what about now?! Not only my son is dead, but the third junior brother is also dead! If Tianmen still has this enmity with our Hengshan Sword Sect because of this, have you thought about the consequences?!"

Ji Chen said angrily.

"Enough! The reason why the Hengshan Sword Sect is just a big or small sect in the Jianghu is not because you have never listened to everyone's opinions and are timid in doing things?! What? Now my son is being punished by others. Killed, do you still have to stand by and act as if nothing happened?!"

Mo Feng stood up suddenly, stared at Ji Chen, and asked loudly.

"Are you going to kill me?!"

While the two were arguing, a voice suddenly sounded far into the hall and reached everyone's ears.

An invisible killing intent instantly permeated the entire hall.

(End of this chapter)