After Cultivating Immortals For Three Hundred Years, I Will Return To The Human World

Hearing this, regardless of the north or the south, all the bigwigs looked up one after another, their eyes solemn.

Some Jiangbei people, such as Ye Tianmeng, couldn't help frowning: "Why are the people from the Murong family in Gusu here?"

Others don't know the Murong family in Gusu, but Ye Tianmeng knows very well that the Murong family's status in Gusu City is almost the same as that of the Liu family in Jinling, they are all overlords.

But when he heard that it was not the seventh Miss Murong family, who was talented in martial arts, but the ninth Miss, Ye Tianmeng lost interest.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, a girl in white jumped up from the yacht on the water, jumping seven meters high, as light as a swallow, and gently landed on the deck, causing a lot of exclamations.

"The Murong family is known as a family of martial arts that has been inherited for five hundred years. The youngest daughter has such strength, I admire it."

"This little girl looks like she is only eighteen years old. With such strength, it is estimated that she is already in the early stage of internal strength."

"Miss Murong Xueluan's Qinggong, the younger generation is stronger than her, I'm afraid I can't find a second person."

Jiangnan people were amazed.

Whoosh whoosh.

The two old men who were accompanying also jumped onto the deck to accompany them.

The little girl was dressed in a snow-white ancient costume, beautiful and pure, charming and lovely, with a medium appearance and a look of disdain in her eyes. After getting on the boat, no one paid any attention to her. She turned her back to everyone, and took out her mobile phone to take a selfie.

A security guard stepped forward: "Miss, mobile phones and all communication equipment must be handed in here."

"People from Jiangbei, who dare to teach me to do things?!"

Murong Xueluan snorted coldly and slapped the security guard five meters away with a slap, and the scene fell silent for a while.

As the organizer, Xu Hong didn't dare to get angry, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "So it's the lady of Murong's family. Please come in. You don't need to hand in your mobile phone."

At this time, the Laughing Buddha stood up: "On the Jiangbei site, the rules of Jiangbei should be followed, there are no exceptions."

"Dead fat pig, are you teaching me to do things?"

Murong Xueluan snorted coldly and said to the two old men beside her, "Shut up this big fat pig!"

"Hmph, I don't know how high the sky is!" Zheng Xiang bent his body and jumped with a frog, like a mountain of flesh leaping nearly ten meters away, appearing in front of Murong Xueluan.

boom!

Zheng Xiang's leaping this time was so powerful that the cruise ship shook slightly, and the terrifying air waves exploded like thunder. Murong Xueluan wanted to use Qing Gong to retreat back, but as soon as he jumped up, he was caught by the terrifying air waves. On the spot, it flew out three meters away, and the phone fell to the ground.

The two old men beside Murong Xueluan were hit by this wave of air, their robes and robes were hunted, and their faces were twisted.

Murong Xueluan was so frightened that her pretty face was pale, and she didn't dare to look directly at this terrifying man who was like a giant elephant. This man was like an elephant, but his explosive power was as strong as a toad.

Boom.

Zheng Xiang stepped on it with one foot, and Murong Xueluan's cell phone instantly turned into pieces.

"My young lady is negligent in discipline, Lord Zheng calm down."

An old man quickly apologized to Murong Xueluan, and was deeply shocked by the strength of the smiling Buddha Zheng Xiang.

"I knew this earlier, why was it?" Zheng Xiang glanced at the three Murong family members with contempt, and swaggered back.

Most of the people on the boat were frightened into a cold sweat. Zheng Xiang's jump just now scared them. The impact and deterrence were not ordinary terror.

Even Ye Tianmeng, Liu Wanhao, Yuan Tianzhi and other Jiangbei crocodiles narrowed their eyes slightly.

Laughing Buddha Zheng Xiang's shot this time is not just as simple as maintaining the rules of Jiangbei, but more like deterring all the rich and warriors in Jiangnan and Jiangbei here.

Murong Xueluan, who had just suffered a loss, suddenly became arrogant: "I heard that Master Qin, one of the protagonists tonight, is about the same age as me. They are all eighteen years old. If you have the ability, come out and compare with me."

Xu Hong said respectfully: "Master Qin hasn't arrived yet. I guess he didn't dare to fight after hearing about Master Wang's reputation."

Murong Xueluan frowned, her face full of displeasure: "Don't you dare to come?"

"Also, Master Wang Long was a guest at my house last year. My seventh sister said that Wang Long's strength is already one of the strongest under the master."

"Under the age of 20, the only person in the world who can defeat Wang Long is my seventh sister."

"It's really a disappointment, it made Miss Ben run all the way."

Although Murong Xueluan was arrogant and arrogant, her words caused many people to agree.

It's almost time for the duel, but Master Qin has disappeared, so it's hard not to think about it.

Liu Mengyao stood up slowly and looked at Murong Xueluan and Xu Hong coldly: "Master Qin, I will never be absent."

Murong Xueluan sneered: "Master Qin is only eighteen years old. I am the same age as me, and I have never met anyone other than my seventh sister."

"Master Qin in your mouth is mostly a swindler. Even if he comes, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of Master Wang Long."

Liu Mengyao's eyes narrowed slightly: "You don't know how strong Master Qin is. You don't even have the qualifications to kneel in front of him and look up to him."

"If you dare to speak out again, just get off the boat for me."

Murong Xue snorted coldly, "Who are you? Are you qualified to let me go?"

Liu Mengyao reported to her family: "Jinling Liu family, Liu Mengyao."

"Oh it's you."

A strange look flashed in Murong Xueluan's eyes, obviously he had heard of this name, but he sneered without fear, "Liu Mengyao, you said that Master Qin is so powerful, then you say, where is he so powerful?"

As soon as these words came out, countless eyes fell on Liu Mengyao.

Ye Tianmeng immediately pricked up his ears. He came here today because he wanted to know how capable that Qin Fan was, to make his father-in-law, Liu Wanwan, and even the Liu family respect him like a god.

Liu Mengyao said, "Have you heard of the martial arts master?"

There was a dead silence.

Grandmaster!

In the martial arts world, these two words are not unimportant, just like the Big Dipper of Mount Tai.

"Hahaha."

Murong Xueluan burst into laughter, with a look of disdain, "Liu Mengyao, your head is probably caught in the door, you say that Master Qin is a martial arts master?"

"Eighteen-year-old martial arts master, do you want to laugh at us? The youngest master known to us in the Xia Kingdom is at least thirty years old. My sister's martial arts talent is said to be rare in a century, and now she is twenty years old. It will take at least three years for Jin to reach its peak.”

"I think that Master Qin is a liar, and he can't even beat this girl."

In Liu Mengyao's beautiful eyes, the cold light is cold: "Who your sister is has nothing to do with me Liu Mengyao, I only know that if you dare to despise Master Qin, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Murong Xueluan sneered and said in a arrogant tone, "You want to help Master Qin get ahead. Do you have the strength? Do you have the ability to challenge me."

"I will defeat you Liu Mengyao today, and then I will defeat Master Qin who sells dog meat."

Liu Mengyao's eyes froze and she said, "Uncle Six, come with the sword."

Liu Wan Wan immediately threw out a six-foot long sword. This sword looked extraordinary, with gold onyx inlaid on the scabbard, and a golden jade eyeball in the sword's guard, as if it was a phoenix eye and a dragon's eye.

This is the family heirloom sword of the Liu family, the Fengyang Sword. It was cast two hundred years ago. Although it is not a top-level weapon, it is not as good as a sword forged by modern technology, but it symbolizes power and status.

The scabbard and handshake of this sword were mottled, and there was no shortage of battles. Before the sword was unsheathed, the cold murderous aura had already spread out, making people terrified.

Liu Mengyao's eyes were cold: "Show your weapons."

Murong Xueluan looked proud: "To deal with you, you don't need a sword."