swallow dragon

The banquet lasted for three days and three nights, with drums and music playing together, singing and dancing.

Every disciple of Wanjiezong had a great time.

Only Shen Junjie was a little sullen, and his face flushed from drinking alone.

Seeing that the Wanjiezong was developing better and better under Lin Yi's leadership, and the soldiers under the sect were strong and strong, and it seemed that they had become a powerful party, Shen Haojie became mad with jealousy.

The most difficult thing for Shen Haojie to accept is that his childhood sweetheart, Xiaomai Wen, seems to be interested in Lin Yi who has only met him a few times.

This made Shen Haojie feel as if a knife was stabbing into his heart continuously, dripping with blood.

"senior."

At this time, an old man in brocade clothes carefully came to the table where Shen Junjie was sitting with a wine glass, held up the glass and gave Shen Hao Jie a smile, "I toast you."

Shen Haojie was sulking, he turned his head when he heard the words, glanced at the old man sideways with disdain, suddenly his nose twitched, and he snorted coldly.

This old man is none other than the patriarch of a small tribe that Shen Junjie subdued earlier.

The members of this small tribe are all ingenious, and there are many ingenious craftsmen.Before, Shen Haojie played tricks and let this small tribe work day and night to create thousands of coffins carved with dragons and phoenixes. The purpose was very simple, to embarrass Lin Yi.

It's a pity that Lin Yi had a good mind and easily resolved the embarrassing situation without making a fool of himself in public.

This made Shen Junjie very depressed.Seeing the patriarch of the small tribe now, he naturally didn't have a good face.

"senior."

The gray-haired old man held the wine glass awkwardly. Seeing that Shen Haojie had no intention of drinking with him, he was not discouraged, but mustered up his courage and said: "I heard that the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect is a wealthy and famous family who can't hide from the world. , My clansmen and I have long admired the great name and yearned for it for a long time, but I don’t know when we can join the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect and become disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect?”

The old man looked at Shen Junjie expectantly.

On a row of wine tables not far away, members of the same tribe all looked at Shen Junjie helplessly, feeling uneasy.

If one can join the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, the future will be limitless.

"Hahaha……"

"What a big joke!"

Shen Haojie seemed to have heard a big joke, he got up and kicked the old man to the ground, yelling, "I am a majestic ancient tomb sword sect, how can you cats and dogs join? You guys are trying to eat swan meat The toad is not afraid of making people laugh out loud."

As he spoke, he spat out the old man's face with contempt.

The old man was kicked to the ground, with blood overflowing from his mouth, panting heavily with pain on his face.

"Patriarch."

"Patriarch."

The tribesmen not far away rushed forward one after another, helped the old man up from the ground, and stared at Shen Haojie angrily.

At the same time, Lin Yi, Mo Qilin, Huang Shisan and others also turned their heads to look over, and found that Shen Haojie was drinking madly, Huang Shisan and Mai Wen could not help but frown slightly.

Shen Haojie took a few steps forward, lifted the old man up like a chicken, and stared at the old man with cold and playful eyes.

Right now, Shen Junjie has squeezed his stomach full of anger, worrying that he has no place to vent.The patriarch of this small tribe happened to hit the gun, so Shen Haojie naturally wanted to vent his anger.

"Senior, we know we are wrong! Please let us go!"

"We have kowtowed to you, and begged the seniors to hold their hands high and don't kill our patriarch!"

Thousands of people from the small tribe rushed forward one after another, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to Shen Haojie.

"Hehe, a bunch of trash, living in this world is also a waste of resources, why not reincarnate as soon as possible."

For everyone's pleading, Shen Junjie didn't appreciate it at all, on the contrary, it stimulated the perverted murderous desire deep in Shen Junjie's heart.

click!

Shen Haojie squeezed his wrist suddenly, and a sharp burst of true energy shot out, directly piercing through the old man's head, killing him.

"Patriarch..."

"Patriarch, you can't die..."

Immediately, thousands of members of the small tribe prostrated themselves on the ground and wept loudly.

In the central square, the aroma of wine and drums were singing, but now the atmosphere was disrupted by piercing cries.

"Senior brother, today is the day of Wanjiezong's great joy, so don't be self-willed, okay?"

Mai Wen stared at Shen Junjie angrily.

"Shen Haojie, you are too much!"

Huang Shisan also stared at Shen Haojie sullenly.

"Am I messing around? Am I going too far?"

Shen Haojie smiled coldly, took a deep look at Mai Wen, and said loudly: "A small Myriad Tribulation Sect is not worth mentioning in my eyes, but is it worthy of respect?"

Shaking his head and smiling, Shen Haojie jumped up and swept towards the exit of the square, "Junior Sister, just wait, I will be able to create a new sect and become a powerful one in a short time. At that time, I will also I will invite you to my banquet, and I will show you my territory which is ten times and a hundred times bigger than Wanjiezong!"

Before the words disappeared, Shen Junjie's figure had disappeared without a trace.

"Senior brother, don't mess around, our Ancient Tomb Sword Sect has rules! You can't do whatever you want..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Maiwen immediately stood up and dissuaded loudly, but unfortunately, Shen Haojie had already disappeared without a trace.

"Old Huang, what do you see?"

Xiao Maiwen turned his head and looked at Huang Shisan with helpless eyes.

Huang Shisan smiled indifferently, and waved his hands, "It's okay. Although Shen Haojie is a swordsman, he is unstable, greedy and jealous. It may not be a bad thing to let him go out for a while."

"However, our Ancient Tomb Sword Sect never competes for fame and wealth, and has no disputes with the outside world. Judging from the tone of the senior brother, it seems that he is preparing to set off a bloody storm."

Mai Wen was a little worried.

Huang Shisan pondered for a moment, then stretched lazily, and said with a smile: "My Ancient Tomb Sword Sect has indeed been silent for too long, and I occasionally come out to practice and awaken the world's awareness of our Ancient Tomb Sword Sect. It's not a bad thing either."

"Don't worry, Maiwen, all the situation is under my control. After I go back, I will naturally explain to the patriarch. You don't have to worry about it."

Huang Shisan took care of everything, with a look of indifference.

Mai Wen bowed his head thoughtfully and remained silent, with some worry still on his brows.

Above the central square, thousands of members of the small tribe cried together around the old man's body, mourning endlessly.

Lin Yi was a little displeased, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry!"

There was a trace of real energy in the voice, like thunder exploding on the ground. Immediately, all the small tribe members who were crying stopped crying, and looked at Lin Yi tremblingly.

"Come here, and bury the dead with dignity." Lin Yi waved his hand.