"Martial Emperor? What kind of Martial Emperor? Have you read too many fantasy novels?"

The disciple of the Sword Sect said arrogantly, "I will give you some color to you if you are entangled."

In fact, it is not that the disciples of the Sword Sect don’t know the name of “Three Emperors, Two Saints and One Emperor”, but that Qin Fei is too young.

Who doesn’t know that these martial arts supreme masters are almost four hundred years old together. Even the youngest swordsman Guan Pianwu is still in his early forties.

Therefore, seeing Qin Fei so young and in his early twenties, the disciples of the Sword Sect instinctively regarded him as a liar who cheated on food and drink.

He was disdainful and was about to drive Qin Fei and Zhao Erdan away before talking about it.

"Brother, why don't you just go in like this!" Zhao Erdan glared at her eyes, and she was a little urge to beat someone up.

Although he is only in the early stage of the Holy Realm, he definitely has the combat power of about the fourth god. Ordinary warriors are really not his opponent.

"Oh, big guy, are you acting arrogantly? You're a kid, let's go a few tricks?"

The disciple of the Sword Sect glanced at Zhao Erdan and sneered repeatedly. A small early-stage cabbage in the holy realm dared to jump in front of him, and a sword could ruin him.

"Erdan, Yunyun's father and Brother Bai are both from the Sword Sect, so we should not be impulsive."

Qin Fei pressed Zhao Erdan's shoulder, smiled slightly before saying, "Then we will not attend your sect leader's birthday party. Let's go in and find a friend, right?"

"Friend, who is your friend?" asked the disciple of the Sword Sect with his eyebrows frowned.

"Bai Xinliang, my elder brother." Qin Fei said.

"Ha, that wasteful young master of Sword servant? He is almost thirty years old, and he is only in the middle of the holy realm?" The disciples of the Sword Sect looked contemptuous. It turns out that people gather together and creatures divide into different categories.

The friend of the garbage young master is also a group of people.

However, as soon as the disciple of the Sword Sect finished speaking, Zhao Erdan punched him with one punch.

You can look down on them, but you can't look down on Bai Xinliang and say he is a waste.

Suddenly, the disciple of the Sword Sect let out a roar and flew backwards, hitting the steps, and rolling around for a few rounds.

He held off his hat with a dirt face and said angrily: "You dare to attack at the Sword Sect, slap, eat my sword!"

After saying that, he pulled out the long sword on his back, and stabbed Zhao Erdan's eyebrows with a swish.

Once you take action, you will be a killer move.

Just as Zhao Erdan was about to fight back, Qin Fei stood in front of Zhao Erdan, looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect indifferently, and casually broke a white-thicken leaf beside him.

It is dozens of centimeters long, but very soft.

With a stunned look on the disciples of the Sword Sect, a sharp sword energy hit his long sword.

The long sword made of fine steel was broken into two sections and fell to the ground with a jingle.

After Qin Fei threw away the white-mao leaves casually, he said coldly: "Now, am I qualified to go in?"

"Senior brother, what's going on?"

More disciples of the Sword Sect ran down the mountain. Among them, an old man in his sixties was wearing a cloth clothes, which formed a sharp contrast with the gorgeous robes of these young disciples.

"Don't be impulsive, this is our young master's guest, I hope it will be convenient!" the old man said politely.

There is no way, not only is the Sword Master's lineage small, but its cultivation progress is also very slow. The old man is old and has the same level as these disciples.

But he is the elder of the sword servant, he is just an ordinary disciple, and he has no confidence in being high-profile.

"Hmph, your sword servants are all useless, and you have any bullshit friends? Get out, don't block us from greeting the guests!" Several other disciples of the Sword Sect looked at the old man impatiently and said.

"You... are all in the same lineage, needless to say they are so mean, right?" The old man was slightly angry, but he was not easy to lose his temper.

The key is that the gap in strength is there, and people are not afraid of him if they lose their temper.

At this time, another Rolls-Royce stopped. Two tall figures, one black and one white, walked down from the back row.

"Mr. Qin!" Ying Lian'er was wearing a white long skirt, looking fresh and lovely, and her chest was bulging, which made many disciples of the Sword Sect slightly lit up.

He trotted two steps in surprise before sticking out his tongue. When he saw Qin Fei, he almost forgot the palace master.

Murong Qingcheng wore a long black dress and long black hair. He simply slapped it with a white jade fork. Leave a little on his shoulders, looking elegant and luxurious, cold and arrogant.

When he saw that it was Qin Fei, he just nodded slightly: "I'm meeting again."

"Haha, I'm pretty destined to be together." Qin Fei touched his nose and couldn't help but think of some stories between him and these two beauties in Europe.

I'm afraid everyone would never dream of having an affair with Murong Qingcheng!

"Master Murong Palace, please come inside!"

When the disciples of the Sword Sect saw that the boss of the Jiuyou Sect was coming, they all bent down, looking particularly respectful.

This is how martial arts world is, strength is the most respected.

Murong Qingcheng has broken through Shenwu and is already the best among the five ancient sects. Even the sect leader of the Sword Sect has to give in to Murong Qingcheng when he sees Murong Qingcheng.

"No need to be polite. Mr. Qin is my friend, the master of Qinwang Pavilion, and the 'Wu Emperor' recognized by the highest leader. He should be qualified to enter your Sword Sect, right?" Murong Qingcheng is still very informed, knowing that Qin Fei has been promoted to one of the "Three Emperors, Two Saints and One Emperor".

He is already considered a supreme existence in the martial arts world, but these disciples of the Sword Sect have no idea about Mount Tai.

“Absolutely qualified….”

The disciple of the Sword Sect who fought with Qin Fei was convinced of it at this moment.

After all, if you can use a soft white thatch leaf to generate sword energy and break your weapons, your cultivation level is definitely around Shenwu, and you have reached the level of a master.

Thinking of the contemptuous words I just said, my face was as hot as fire.

"Haha, I must be in the Sword Sect, but I don't want to attend any banquet. I have to find my elder brother. If I have time tomorrow, we will have a little together."

Qin Fei smiled slightly at Murong Qingcheng before taking Zhao Erdan and following the sword servant elder, heading towards another mountain road.

Huashan is very big, and the Sword God lineage naturally occupies the best territory. The Sword Master lineage can only live on a relatively remote mountain peak.

Watching Qin Fei and his group leave, Ying Lian'er asked quietly: "Parent Lord, will we look for Mr. Qin tomorrow?"

"You're in spring?" Murong Qingcheng gave Ying Lian'er a look.

"No, Palace Master, don't you want to see Mr. Qin?" Ying Lian'er stuck out her tongue.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Murong Qingcheng didn't say too much.
Chapter completed!