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Chapter 30 I Don't Carry This Pot
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There was a faint sound of robes swaying, and a group of people stepped on the void from above, walking towards the square as if flying in the sky for a few meters.

Seeing that the visitor Ding Gong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, his originally lazy expression suddenly turned serious, and his right hand holding the long sword quietly tightened.

The leader of the group was wearing a brown robe with white patterns, with a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. He looked like he was in his thirties. Although his complexion was rosy, it still couldn't stop the erosion of time.

In addition, her complexion was like frost, and her two eyebrows drooped slantingly, making her face look a little strange, and her eyes were extremely sharp, giving people a feeling that they dare not look at her.

Behind her are beautiful young women, most of whom are dressed in white dresses, each holding a long sword in their hands.

On the left is a little girl who is wearing a light pink dress and also has a small cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She looks only about ten years old, and there seems to be a faint sadness between her brows, which makes people feel affectionate. meaning.

And the Emei disciple who left to report the letter earlier was also in the group.

Looking at it this way, it's pretty obvious.

The leader is undoubtedly the contemporary head of the Emei School, the well-known Miejue Shitai in the Jianghu.

"Master."

At this time, the Emei disciple also noticed the movement behind him, turned around, and saw the expression of Miejue Shitai and his party coming over, and hurried forward.

When a group of people came to the square, Miejue Shitai looked at the Emei disciples who were coming, and asked lightly, "Huining, are you okay?"

"Master, I'm fine."

The Emei disciple named Hui Ning shook his head and said to Miejue Shitai, "Report to the master, this person knows our Emei swordsmanship."

"what!"

Hearing that Juejue Shitai frowned, the chill on his body became stronger, and a trace of coldness and doubt flashed in the eyes of Ding Gong who was standing there calmly with a smile on his face.

She was sure that she didn't have the slightest impression of the young man in front of her, but Hui Ning actually said that he knew the Emei swordsmanship of their Emei school, how could this be possible.

Emei swordsmanship is their unique martial art of Emei school, it is impossible to teach it to outsiders, let alone a man who has no impression of it.

Although he was a little surprised, Miejue Shitai didn't doubt whether what his disciple said was a lie.

Looking at Ding Gong, seeing that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, Miejue Shitai said coldly: "Boy, do you know Emei swordsmanship?"

Just to make sure anyway.

Behind Master Miejue, a group of Emei disciples were all looking at Ding Gong with different expressions, some with curiosity and some with coldness.

"In Xiading Palace, I met the teacher."

With a smile on his face, Ding Gong first introduced himself, and then said: "As for the Emei swordsmanship, I learned a few tricks just now when I fought against the disciples of your sect."

"I learned a few tricks during the fight, and I took a big breath."

After the words fell, Master Miejue hadn't spoken yet, but a disciple of Emei who was wearing a light blue dress and had a cold brow on the right behind her looked at Ding Gong and said in a cold voice:

"Emei's swordsmanship is the best in martial arts. Ordinary people usually have to practice hard for a year before they can get started. You actually said that you have learned several moves in just a short fight. You are really talking absurdly."

After all, she looked at Miejue Shitai, and said with a trace of respect: "Master, this person is really too rampant, please allow this disciple to teach him a lesson."

At this time, Miejue Shitai's face also became colder. She didn't believe Ding Gong's words at all, and she nodded and said coldly when she heard what her disciple said:

"Sure, don't hurt his life yet."

Leaving aside the matter of Ding Gong's trespassing on Emei, just because she knew Emei's swordsmanship and just uttered wild words, she meant to look down on Emei, any of these two things would not be easy for her.

If Ding Gong were to know what Miejue Shitai was thinking at this time, he would probably be very speechless.

Master, I'm telling the truth, I did learn the Emei swordsmanship just now, and I don't mean to look down on your Emei sect.

If you throw this big pot over, I won't carry it, so hurry up and take it away.

"Yes."

When the Emei disciple in light blue dress heard Miejue Shitai's permission, he immediately responded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a cold smile flashed past.

Walking from the back to the front, she drew out the long sword in the scabbard in her left hand, came to Ding Gong three meters away, stood holding the sword and looked at Ding Gong and said:

"You should act first, lest it spread that I, Emei, bully others."

Ding Gong: "..."

Looking at the handsome but cold Emei disciple in front of him, Ding Gong felt a little speechless, why does this guy feel like he has a grudge against him.

But looking at her, Ding Gong thought of someone.

Although a little speechless in his heart, Ding Gong still had a faint smile on his face, and said: "This girl, if you dare to ask, it's Miss Emei Ding Minjun Ding."

Saying this, Ding Gong couldn't help complaining secretly in his heart: "Bah, bah, bah, it's really awkward to speak like the ancients, it's not modern at all."

In modern times, what Ding Gong said just now should be like this.

"Beauty, is your name Ding Minjun? You look pretty, why don't we make friends, don't worry, I just want to make friends, I have no other ideas."

Keke, it seems to be off topic.

"You know me?!"

Hearing Ding Gong's words, the Emei disciple's eyes suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated a little.

"I see."

Seeing that Ding Minjun admitted his identity, and thinking of Ding Minjun's personality, Ding Gong couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

If it was Ding Minjun, then his behavior just now was quite normal.

A thought flashed through his mind, the smile on Ding Gong's face disappeared, he straightened his expression, and said to Ding Minjun: "You should invite me first, I usually don't take the initiative to hit women."

Speaking of Ding Gong's right hand holding the sword, he swayed softly, and the long sword made a clear sword sound, the tip of the sword buzzed and trembled, and the breath on his body changed quietly.

Like a breeze, very soft.

"Ok!"

Sensing the change in Ding Gong, Juejue Shitai's eyes were fixed, and a sharp look flashed in her eyes. She felt a bit of Emei swordsmanship from Ding Gong's movements.

It seems that Ding Gong really knew their Emei swordsmanship and didn't run away.

On the left side of Miejue Shitai, a little girl wearing a light pink dress with a look of sadness between her brows looked at Ding Gong, but there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Humph."

But Ding Minjun snorted coldly when he heard the words, the surprise in his eyes dissipated and turned into coldness again, he didn't talk nonsense, he stepped lightly on his feet, and his whole body flew into the air.

His clothes fluttered, his long hair fluttered, and the long sword in his hand made a faint sound of swords. He looked very imposing, rushing towards Ding Gong like a swallow.

Swiping, swiping, the long sword danced, sword lights flickered in the air, and Ding Minjun's expression was icy cold.

Although Juejue Shitai told her not to hurt Ding Gong's life, as long as she didn't kill him, it would be fine.

For example, cutting off the meridians would make life worse than death.

　Alas, no one reads books.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)