Chapter 172 Selling

It turned out that Song Mincheng took over the sword and suddenly found that the momentum on the Lieyang sword was different from that just now, and he actually returned to the grade of Zhongpin Reiki, which made Song Mincheng shocked and angry, thinking that it was the ghost of the cronies.

"Door...door master, spare...give my life! Genus... I don't know this... What's going on?" The disciple trembled all over and said innocently.

"Waste, I can't even look at a sword. What's the use of you?" In Song Mincheng's rage, the real power flowed in his hand. The disciple turned into a blood fog, and the broken clothes fell on the sea one after another. Only a transparent Yuanying danced in the air, his face was distorted, and it seemed that he was extremely afraid. For the sake of the Lieyang Sword, Song Mincheng was actually destroyed in anger. The body of his own disciples.

Seeing this, the rest of the people immediately retreated a few steps, afraid that they would become the next object of the doorkeeper to vent their anger. Only Qin Hufa, relying on himself as the old man in the door, bravely stepped forward and persuaded him, "The door owner is angry, and the hot sun sword restores the middle-grade spiritual weapon. It should not be the fault of the sword guard disciple. I'm afraid there is another reason. Please check it clearly!"

"Then what do you think is the reason?" Song Mincheng's eyes were close to Qin Hufa, and his eyes were full of anger.

Qin Hufa's heart trembled, but he didn't dare to answer. He had to guess and said, "I'm afraid it's the reason for Feng Xiaotian. Maybe his recognition has improved the grade of the Lieyang Sword, and the door owner forced out his blood to restore the Lieyang Sword to its original state!" Although this Qin Hufa is a guess, it is not far from the truth!

"Oh? Is that so?" Song Mincheng pretended to be suddenly enlightened. In fact, he also knew that it was not his sword disciple's fault to restore the middle grade of Lieyang Sword. It was just that he was tyrannical and angry that he found an object to vent his anger.

"Although it doesn't win, it's not far away!" Qin Hufa said respectfully.

"Well, in this case..." Song Mincheng didn't want to create a tyrannical and murderous image under the door, so he said to Yuan Ying, who was still trembling in mid-air, "You go back to the door with me to warm up, and he will become a scattered immortal every day! At this time, you shouldn't stay outside for a long time. Just go into my ring!"

"Thank you, Lord, for not killing!" Yuan Ying was overjoyed and knelt down in mid-air to thank her. After saying that, her transparent body turned into a light smoke and drifted into the storage ring in Song Mincheng's hand.

"Go!" Song Mincheng held the Lieyang sword in his hand and didn't care about the Lord, so he called everyone to leave.

"Go? Where are you going?" Hearing a slight scolding in the air, several stale figures fell from the sky and suspended in front of the disciples of Jinwumen.

The people in Jinwumen were shocked and stared at it, but several beautiful female practitioners stopped the way.

Song Mincheng was secretly shocked. It turned out that it was not someone else who blocked him from going. It was the head of Zixiamen and his disciples. He think that the strength of Jinwumen was still much worse than that of Zixiamen. At present, he did not dare to neglect it. He said politely, "Oh, it turned out to be Mingying who came. I didn't know how to stop me. What's the way to go?

"Huh! Let me ask you, can you see the champion Feng Xiaotian of this Pengzhou Conference? Mingying Zhenren didn't say anything to him and asked in a low voice.

"Wind...Feng Xiaotian, no... I haven't seen it! I don't know this person. I don't know what Feng Xiaotian looks like? Why did Mingying really stir up the public for him? Song Mincheng felt awe of his heart and thought that he really came for Feng Xiaotian, but he didn't know what the relationship between Feng Xiaotian and Zixia Gate was? It turned out that the head went out to find him in person? Thinking about it, his face was silent and asked respectfully.

"Don't worry about it. Feng Xiaotian is your little brother. What seems to have happened here just now? Can you tell me, Master Song?" Mingying Zhenren has searched the sea area around hundreds of thousands of miles. Just now, he smelled the sound of dragons singing here in the distance, and then he quickly rushed by. Unexpectedly, he met a group of disciples of Jinwumen, and then he felt confused and blocked the way to ask.

"Well, nothing happened?" Song Mincheng denied it.

"What's your door?" Ming Yingzhen looked at the disciples behind Song Mincheng. They were ragged and their faces were scorched, and one of them had a broken arm. He couldn't help doubting Dou Dasheng and asked doubtfully.

"This! It was I who asked them to compete with each other just now. The scene was a little too much, so they all looked like this!" Song Mincheng was slightly shocked, but quickly made up a set of excuses to muddle through.

"Oh? Master Song is really diligent!" Mingying made fun of it.

"Hey hey, the sect is small. If you don't practice hard, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the world of cultivation!" Song Mincheng posed and sighed. In his heart, he hated that he was really a small sect. He was interrogated by you women here. If I were superior in strength, how could I suffer from such birdishness? I would have snatch you stinky women back long ago and be my doorkeeper's wife who I don't know how many ranks!

"Did the Master of Song really not see Feng Xiaotian?" Mingying asked again, and she vaguely felt that Feng Xiaotian's disappearance could not be separated from the people in front of her.

"I really haven't seen it. If Mingying doesn't believe it, I can swear to God!" Song Mincheng really thought this move was good, so he took it out to fool people again.

"Ha ha, that's not necessary. Since Master Song has not seen it, I won't bother you! Say goodbye first!" Seeing that there was no evidence, Mingying Zhenren saw that it was not easy to say anything for a moment, so he had to get up and go back to see if Tianling Zhenren had anything.

"Congratulations to Mingying!" Song Mincheng said respectfully, but he was ecstatic and felt that he had finally muddled through.

"Master, wait!" Mingying Zhenren was about to leave with the crowd. Suddenly, a person turned behind her. It was her proud disciple Xin Jiuniang. She stopped Mingying Zhenren and whispered a few words in her ear. Mingying Zhenren's pretty face suddenly changed color, and her eyes, which were as gentle as water, suddenly became sharp and turned to Song Mincheng, who was still confused about the situation.

"Master Song, I would like to ask you one last question. Have you really never seen Feng Xiaotian?" Mingying's real face was like water, and she asked unhappily.

"Can't you believe that Mingying is a real person? I really haven't seen it before!" Song Mincheng said aggrievedly, and his tone was full of innocence.

As soon as the words fell, Song Mincheng only felt the figure in front of him shaking, and a gust of fragrant wind came to his face. Before he could react, he only felt that his hand was empty. The Lieyang sword he had just got was gone. When he stared at it, he saw that Mingying was playing with his own yang sword and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at him playfully, and his heart was terrified. He secretly shouted bad and scolded himself secretly. Why did he forget this?

Sure enough, Ming Yingzhen asked coldly, "Master Song, I don't know where this flying sword comes from?"

"This...this...this is the treasure of the town in my door, the Lieyang sword, which is originally owned by my door!" What Song Mincheng said was also true.

"Oh? Then why do I think this style and color are exactly the same as the Lieyang sword my little brother gave a few days ago? Mingying Zhenren continued to ask.

"This...maybe it's a coincidence?" Song Mincheng continued to argue.

"Huh! Coincidence? Where did so many coincidences come from? Song Mincheng, tell me honestly, where did you get Feng Xiaotian? Mingying shouted fiercely.

Before Song Mincheng could speak, Meng Hanwei behind Song Mincheng couldn't help it. He felt that this was a good opportunity to show loyalty, so he jumped out and shouted, "Huh! What a bold bitch, how dare she talk to me like this? Isn't she impatient to live?

"What a reckless man!" Mingying Xunfeng Xiaotian had been extremely anxious for a long time. Now he happened to have a vent. At that moment, he scolded gently and waved his sleeves. A purple glow flew out and covered Meng Hanwei. Poor Meng Hanwei didn't say a word, and then turned into powder and fell into the sea one after another. He was already destroyed. He was probably about to die. Only then did I realize that it was not others who lived impatiently, but myself!

Song Mincheng watched Mingying's real person wave his hand and erase his power, and he didn't even have time to react at all. He was shocked and said secretly that the strength of this Mahayana period was really amazing. I'm afraid that he and others are not enough for others! The rest of Jinwumen are even more trembling and cicadas, and no one dares to make any changes.

"This... Mingying Zhenren... What does this mean?" Song Mincheng only felt his teeth tremble, and his voice trembled.

What does it mean? If you don't tell the truth, this is your end!" Mingying was furious and said rudely.

"Okay, okay, why don't you say it? Then I'll kill all your men first, and then I'll ask you. Let's see if you say it or not!" Mingying said in a gloomy tone. As she spoke, she raised her sleeves and was about to make a move.

At this moment, before Song Mincheng could react, a figure in Jinwumen with a flying sword, stumbled out and begged, "Senior, spare my life, I'm willing to tell you the truth!" Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that this man was Song Langran, the young master of Jinwumen. His face was pale and his hands and feet were shaking slightly. It could be seen that he was very scared.

"Evil! How can you..." Song Mincheng's face changed greatly at first sight, and he hurriedly scolded.

"Father, let's recruit! The child doesn't want to die!" Song Langran turned around and roared loudly at Song Mincheng.

"You...you...you beast!" Song Mincheng was so angry that his face turned pale and pointed to Song Langran and couldn't speak.

"Father, it's Qin Hufa who did it. He has nothing to do with me. I don't want to die!" Song Langran said with an innocent face.

"You..." This time it was Qin Hufa's turn to be speechless. He really didn't expect that his young master was shameless. After a while, everyone was betrayed.

"Alas...that's all, that's all!" Song Min's idea was irreparable, and he couldn't help sighing and said deterably.