The door is open.

The wind opens.

Kumano's eyes widened slightly.

The two powerful masters of the First Pin Hall Zhenwu were also slightly surprised.

The four old men did not look back, but they also felt something, and their expressions changed a little.

This may be the induction between the strong and the strong.

A green shirt and a red shirt appeared at the entrance of the teahouse.

He has white hair on his temples, a long sword in his hands, and a jade-like face. Although he is a little old, he looks like an old wine that is getting more and more fragrant. Now it seems that he is still the most popular among the resentful women in the boudoir.

Hongqi is a woman, tall and graceful, with a long skirt that is on the ground, looks soft and weak. Her eyes are a little cold, but it is not the kind of cold that makes people look deterred, but it is more like the coldness that locks the door of her heart.

The two walked into the teahouse one after another.

The people inside the house stopped in a tacit understanding.

The four old men retreated to the side of the door and looked at the man in green and the man in red.

Kumano and others were slightly asthma.

They were happy to have a quit for the time being because it was difficult to hold on.

Everyone looked at the door.

Everyone in Xixia showed doubts because no one knew the two people who suddenly appeared.

Kumano frowned slightly, but he didn't recognize it either.

However, the Wuding Hall worshipper showed a look of surprise on his face and shouted in a low voice: "Senior Jun!"

The person in the blue-clothed sword immortal king Tianfang.

The person in red is a charming scene with red shadows.

The old man Wudingtang has been in Wudingtang for several years and has seen them in Leizhou Palace.

Hearing this exclamation, the four old men in the Pojun Academy frowned slightly and looked very bad.

The surname Jun, wearing green clothes, and with such a demeanor, there is only one person in Shu.

Although they live in the Pojun Academy, it is unlikely that they have seen Jun Tianfang, but they cannot even hear Jun Tianfang's name. Now the Pojun Academy has been born.

A blue-clothed sword immortal has been able to cause subtle changes in the situation in the teahouse.

There are two middle stages of Zhenwu, two early stages of Zhenwu, and several Shangyuan realms. Even though these four old men are all invincible in swordsmanship, they are still a little confused.

Moreover, the Guiyuan sword technique practiced by the Qingyi Sword Cultivator is also the most top sword technique in the world. His sword skills are definitely better than those of the two first-grade Zhenwu worshippers in the hall, and many of the vicious old men with black cloaks are there.

"The Green Sword Immortal Jun Tianfang?"

The old man with thick eyebrows spoke in a low voice.

Jun Tianfang nodded calmly, his eyes swept through the room, and his brows frowned slightly.

The thick-browed old man said again: "Why are you here to stop me from waiting?"

Jun Tianfang's expression did not change much, and he said, "I know you are from the Pojun Academy. I just saw your sword moves. It must be the Pojun sword technique in the Pojun Academy. It is really extraordinary. If it is ordinary, Jun may really not want to touch your Pojun Academy."

He paused for a moment, "But today, Jun wants to protect a few people in this teahouse."

The thick-browed old man sneered, "Since we know that we are from the Pojun Academy, how dare you speak and protect us?"

A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Jun Tianfang's arrogant attitude made him angry.

They had a very high status in the Pojun Academy, and outside this palace, they were even more respected by thousands of people. The blue-clothed sword cultivator has a great reputation, but they must not show off in front of them.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

The Pojun Academy is in the world, how could he bow to anyone?

None of the four old men would be able to sell Jun Tian to give up this face.

Even if Jun Tian let him go, they didn't think they would lose on this side. After all, the cold old man with a black cloak was already approaching his limit.

Jun Tian glanced and glanced across the faces of the four people, put his right hand behind the sword, and whispered: "Since that's the case, then I'm sorry, I'm rude."

The sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

A cold light was reflected on the cross beam of the teahouse.

Several afterimages suddenly appeared behind Jun Tianfang. He disappeared from the spot and rushed to the old man without eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

I don’t know why he chose to attack the old man without eyebrows instead of the old man with thick eyebrows.

Perhaps, simply because I feel it’s not right?

A sword is like a terrifying geese.

There was no big noise, and the energy was not amazing.

But the four old men changed their colors.

An expert knows the trick.

The rest of the people couldn't see it, but how could they, who had been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, not be able to sense how fierce Jun Tian was in the sword?

Sword Immortal is truly worthy of the title of Sword Immortal.

The four old men couldn't help but put aside the contempt of the people in the world after leaving the palace.

Jun Tian set this sword, even if he put it in the Pojun Academy, he could still amazed everyone.

When their swords collided with the swords that Jun Tianfang had, their faces became more variable. They no longer had the intention of underestimating the Qingyi Sword Cultivator.

The obstacle formed by the four swords was actually driven away by Jun Tian's ordinary sword.

All four old men retreated slightly.

The old man without eyebrows groaned and bloody wounds appeared on his shoulders.

When Jun Tianfang touched and retreated, he was floating like an immortal.

When did Hongyi Yunjing walk to the threshold of the teahouse, she sat in disregard of her image.

There was a music with a deep charm.

Red lips are stained with green leaves.

The red clothes flutter, the silk and bamboo are moving. This melodious and ethereal music seems to be able to float to the endless distance.

Jun Tianfang looked cold and returned the sword to the orifice, "You go! Tell your chief guest in the palace that he helped Jun kill Beishan Qiu back."

The four old men in the Pojun Academy had a blue face and were greatly insulted.

Have they been so despised?

However, they understood that Jun Tianfang had the strength of this sword just now. They could no longer make it well today.

The old man with thick eyebrows said gloomy: "It turns out that the Qingyi Sword Cultivator has already broken through the late stage of Zhenwu. I just don't know which move this move was in Guiyuan's sword technique just now?"

Jun Tianfang had no intention of hiding it and said lightly: "Return to the Yuan."

The most obscure move in Guiyuan’s sword technique - Guiyuan.

Zhao Dongting now only knows his form but not his spirit.

The old man with thick eyebrows said, "The Guiyuan sword technique is indeed well-known. Today's sword will be recorded by our Pojun Academy. In the future, we will definitely ask the sword immortal for advice."

Jun Tian put the green clothes on his back and no longer stirred up the storm. "Jun should not be the name of the sword immortal. In the future, Jun should go to the Pojun Academy to ask for advice in person."

His words made the four old men stunned.

Maybe they never expected that Jun Tianfang would dare to make such bold statements.

How many extremely advanced swordsmanship are there in the Pojun Academy?

Even if it is the so-called sword god of the Zangjian Pavilion, I am afraid Mo would not have the courage to say such things, right?

A deep anger appeared between the old man with thick eyebrows, "In this way, I just hope you don't break your promise."

"Walk."

He walked out of the teahouse first.

When they reach their level, most of them are no longer dragging themselves. If they cannot do anything, they will leave simply.

The beautiful woman in red dress sitting on the threshold did not move at all, but was blowing the rhythm with green leaves. The moment the four old men walked out of the teahouse, there was a slight breaking sound, as if there was murderous intent bursting out.

But naturally the four old men would not attack her.

Even if they have this idea and Jun Tian put it here, they are afraid that they will not dare to take action.

Everyone in the teahouse breathed a lot of relief, full of luck in the aftermath of the disaster.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, everyone still felt a little chill behind them. It was so difficult to get back from the gate of hell.

Some people ran towards Yue Peng, Yue Yue, and some people ran towards Li Wangyuan.
To be continued...