Sword God Broken Kong

Chapter 45 Young Feng Qing
"Good spirit!"

Everyone looked at Wang Luo who was standing upright, full of arrogance, and praised him sincerely.

The invincible arrogance exuded by Wang Luo is what they admire the most.

Hua Qingyu blinked her clear eyes, and said to everyone on the table: "It's getting late, let's not wait, let's serve the food now!"

Everyone responded: "Okay!"

Wang Ping said with a smile on his face: "Hurry up, I can't wait. I've heard that this place is different from other shops, whether it's delicacies from mountains and seas or light tea and light meals. Now that I have the opportunity, I really want to see it." Look, what a difference!"

After a while, the food was served, and the table was full of gourmet dishes, exuding a strong aroma on the table.

At the same time, outside the door of the hall, a huge wine jar appeared, nearly half the height of a person. The wine jar was wrapped around a wooden frame and was carried by several people.

Except for Hua Qingyu, everyone else was stunned, looking at the big wine jar, peering at each other, without saying a word for a long time.

Ji Tiancheng saw the slight smile on Hua Qingyu's face, so he asked Hua Qingyu: "Miss Qingyu, did you have someone carry this wine jar?"

Hua Qingyu smiled and nodded, "That's right."

Hearing this, Wang Ping stood up with his eyes shining brightly, walked towards the wine jar placed beside the table, and shouted: "I want to see, what is the difference between this jar of wine brought by Sister Qingyu?" different places."

He stretched out his hand and tore off the seal, revealing the pale yellow liquid, and a strong aroma of the wine wafted out. Wang Ping greedily sniffed at the mouth of the altar, then turned his head and looked at Ji Tiancheng and others.

"Good wine!"

Hua Qingyu looked at everyone with a smile in her eyes when she heard the words.

Ji Tiancheng looked at the pale yellow clear wine in the wine jar, his eyes shone with surprise, smelling the rich aroma of wine in the air, his face showed excitement, he felt that this fine wine had been preserved for at least five years.

"It's really good wine!"

"Of course, this is a fine wine that Jupenglou has collected for nearly ten years."

"Oh, since this Jupenglou even has this collection?"

"Of course, it's just that the price is much higher than ordinary wine, and it is naturally difficult for ordinary people to drink it."

"Then this Jupeng Building is really not simple!"

"That's right, Jupenglou often provides a meeting place for people in the Jianghu. Even if they see the enemy gathering in Jupenglou, they will not act indiscriminately."

"Why?"

"Because once they make a move, it almost means that the time of death is coming. There will be many masters who belong to Jupenglou with perfect internal energy, and they will cripple the hands and feet of the first to make trouble, and then throw them out of the door."

"Amazing!"

A look of surprise flashed across Ji Tiancheng's eyes, this Jupenglou actually had such strength.

You must know that most of the people in the Jianghu live on the edge of a knife, so it is naturally difficult to obey discipline. Being able to suppress the people in the Jianghu in this way is enough to prove the strength of Jupenglou.

"Hehe, the Jupeng building here is just a sub-building. There is only one master with great internal energy sitting in it, but other people dare not mess around."

Hua Qingyu glanced at Ji Tiancheng with a startled face, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Is this altar of fine wine brought up by the owner of this sub-building?"

"Of course, I'm not very good at wine."

"Why did they send this altar of wine?"

"What else can I do, maybe it's to make friends with us."

Hua Qingyu blinked her eyes, opened her mouth and smiled softly.

"Too."

Ji Tiancheng nodded and didn't think any more.

After everyone was full of wine and food, the food was taken away, and a group of young girls ushered in outside the door. The first ones were a man and a woman. The relationship between Lan Qing and Lan Shan was somewhat similar, as if they were brothers and sisters of the same school.

The leader was a young man with bright eyes, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, and holding a three-foot long sword in his hand.

Behind him was a young girl in a maroon dress, with big watery eyes, looking at Ji Tiancheng and the others, also holding a light spirit sword in her hand.

A dozen young people and three women walked in one after another outside the door, and then they found seats around, or sat cross-legged directly.

The seven of them stood up from the table, greeted the newcomers with a smile, told each other their schools and names, and said compliments to each other, and they quickly became familiar with each other.

Although Wang Ping looked very stingy, seeing so many sect disciples, he was not stingy to share out the ten-year-old fine wine presented by the owner of Jupenglou.

And not long after, several big men came upstairs with several tables, and then several maids filled the wine glasses on the tables and went downstairs slowly.

Ji Tiancheng was sitting at the table drinking, but saw a strange person.

A boy in a gray shirt.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a knife in his hand.

The knife is a good knife, even comparable to Hua Qingyu's Moon Shadow Sword.

It's just that his cultivation base is a little weak, and he only has the realm of inner qi as silk.

His realm is the lowest among those present.

He was also the youngest among those present.

But he obviously passed Yunzong's test.

Ji Tiancheng was very curious, so he stood up and walked towards the boy.

"Why don't you go drink with the others?"

"I don't know how to drink, and I dare not drink."

"Don't dare to drink?"

"Yes, drinking will make things worse."

"Well, drinking will indeed cause trouble."

"You look a lot like someone I know."

"Who?"

Ji Tiancheng smiled, and pointed to Xia Ning who was quietly sitting on the chair, holding the long knife tightly and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"it's him."

The boy followed Ji Tiancheng's gaze and stared at Xia Ning.

"He's a swordsman."

"Yes."

"He's very strong."

"Yes, his realm has reached the perfection of inner energy."

"Well, I will be as good as him in the future."

A trace of respect and desire appeared in the young man's eyes, respect for the strong, and desire for strength.

Ji Tiancheng smiled.

"I believe you."

The young man blinked gratefully.

"Thank you for your trust, my name is Feng Qing."

"Well, my name is Ji Tiancheng, you can call me Brother Ji or Brother Tiancheng."

"Brother Ji!"

Ji Tiancheng smiled again.

"Can I ask a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"How did you pass the Yunzong test?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ji Tiancheng regretted it. What he said could be understood as he did not believe that Feng Qing had passed the test, and it was easy to provoke resentment.

"I have no other meaning, just a little curiosity."

"My knife cut through that man's wrist."

Feng Qing's eyes were flat.

A look of astonishment flashed in Ji Tiancheng's eyes. A person with a low-level internal energy could actually hurt a master with a top-level internal energy.

Tell it, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

But Ji Tiancheng also understood the whole story.

I'm afraid that Yunzong's master sensed Feng Qing's state, and accidentally scratched his wrist by Feng Qing's knife.

Having been scratched on the wrist by a junior whose internal energy was as silk as silk, the members of Yunzong maintained the demeanor of a master, so naturally they would not strike again.

Even if the person who was scratched was replaced by Ji Tiancheng, he would not attack Feng Qing, after all, Feng Qing was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Apart from the Devil's Cult, I'm afraid there is no one else who would give up face and attack a junior just to hurt the enemy.

With encouragement in his eyes, Ji Tiancheng said in an extremely firm tone: "You will definitely become a strong man."

(End of this chapter)