The name of Qinhuai Tower is well-known in Jiangzuo!
On weekdays, this is the place where Mr. Jiankang's fireworks show off. But in the past, the Qinhuai Tower, which was always full of seats and guests came like a cloud, was very unusual today.
At this time, all the guests in the hall hid in other elegant courtyard rooms, which caused the huge Qinhuai Tower to become quiet and strange.
The reason was a young man sitting in the hall.
His name was Sima Yuanxian, and he was the eldest son of Langya King Sima Daozi. He is tall and mighty, handsome in appearance, about twenty years old, and has a prominent status. He should have been the dream lover of all the famous ladies in Jiankang City.
It's a pity that Sima Yuanxian didn't pay any attention to the so-called famous lady, and was only obsessed with the talented girl Ji from Qinhuai Tower. Naturally, he came today to meet the most talented girl in Jiangzuo, Miss Ji Qianqian.
At this time, he was sitting in the main hall of Qinhuai Tower, his face was gloomy, and he was silent. There were eight followers standing behind him, their expressions were dull, and they were also quiet.
The shopkeeper of Qinhuai Tower stood respectfully in front of Sima Yuanxian with his hands lowered. He had said all his good words, but he still remained unmoved and unpretentious.
It was as if the shopkeeper's words had broken his skin, and he was determined to meet Ji Qianqian.
At this time, Song Beifeng suddenly stepped into the main hall, and Sima Yuanxian and more than ten people behind him all looked at him...
Normally, Sima Yuanxian and his men would have changed their expressions. Song Beifeng's long sword had a great reputation in the capital of Jiankang. Sima Yuanxian had suffered losses under his sword several times because of meeting Ji Qianqian. .
But when he saw Song Beifeng again today, a sneer overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were sinister and his expression was arrogant, as if even Song Beifeng was not in his eyes now.
Song Beifeng looked calm and did not notice Sima Yuanxian's sneer. He just walked straight to Sima Yuanxian, saluted and said calmly: "Miss Qianqian is talking to An Gong about private matters between father and daughter. Miss Qianqian I have no time to meet Master Yuan Xian. Master, please come back."
The stern look in Sima Yuanxian's eyes flashed past, but his expression remained calm and he said: "Of course Yuanxian dare not disturb Mr. An, but today Yuanxian also has important matters to meet with Miss Qianqian. Wait until Mr. An and Miss Qianqian After finishing the private conversation...it's not too late to meet Yuan Xian, I'll wait quietly and won't disturb the two people talking upstairs."
Song Beifeng's face remained calm, but his heart was filled with rage.
Even if Sima Daozi wants to see Duke An, he must treat him with courtesy and not dare to neglect him. Although he, Sima Yuanxian, was the eldest son of King Langya, his identity and status were far behind An Gong. At this moment, he dared to openly refute An Gong's face.
Song Beifeng's expression did not change, and his voice became colder as he said: "Gong An has given orders, please go back, Master Yuan Xian, immediately."
Sima Yuanxian's expression suddenly changed. He never expected that Xie An, who had always been gentle and gentle, would be so unscrupulous today.
However, he had another purpose for coming today. This was exactly the result he wanted. Before he could get angry, the person behind him had already drawn his sword and pounced, shouting: "Bold slave, you are looking for death!"
The eight of them drew their swords at the same time and struck Song Beifeng head-to-head with their swords.
If this had happened before, how could Sima Yuanxian's personal followers dare to take action against him, Song Beifeng? ! How dare they draw their swords before Sima Yuanxian speaks?
Everything was a bit weird, but Song Beifeng didn't think much about it at the moment. The long sword on his waist was unsheathed with lightning, and the cold air suddenly filled the hall.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were filled with a cold sword light. Everyone, including Sima Yuanxian, felt that the sword light would fly to their throats in the next moment. Their lives seemed to have been taken care of when the sword light swept away. in the hands of others.
Such swordsmanship is truly terrifying.
The screams started, and the moment they drew their swords, the two swordsmen stumbled back, and the two long swords fell to the ground with a clang. The swords were still in their hands, but their hands were separated from their masters at the wrist level.
Blood was spilled, but the other six people were not afraid and took action resolutely.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Song Beifeng swung the long sword in his hand freely, and in an instant he had struck out six more swords.
But seeing the sword flowers scattered at random, the sword energy flowing freely and horizontally, the speed with which he drew the sword was beyond description by everyone!
The swordsmanship was light and natural, just like the swordsmanship of a river. Amid the sword light, the six swordsmen didn't know how to respond to the enemy. Everyone seemed to be in a waterfall of swords.
The sword light scattered and blood flew. When he returned the sword and returned it to its sheath, there were six more swords and six hands on the ground.
Song Beifeng's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened, and he said calmly: "Even if Beifeng loses his life for the things ordered by An Gong, he will try his best to get it done. You go away, or you don't go away!"
There was a wailing sound, and Sima Yuanxian did not even look at the eight swordsmen following him. He only sneered: "You are so brave, you actually hurt my guard and want to assassinate me."
Song Beifeng frowned and looked at Sima Yuanxian who was sitting there leisurely and contentedly, wondering for a moment what trick he was trying to play.
Sima Yuanxian said calmly: "I am the general who conquered the imperial dynasty, and you are just a guard of the Xie family. You assassinated my general of the Jin family. What crime do you deserve?"
Song Beifeng had a sneer on his face, and when he was about to respond, his expression changed in vain.
"Assassinating our imperial conquest general is naturally a capital crime."
A faint voice came from outside the hall. Dunsheng looked around and saw a fat monk shaped like a bucket, wearing a yellow robe and a kind face, slowly walking into the hall.
The person who came was Zhu Bugui, the second living Buddha who descended from Zhu Faqing in the Maitreya Sect.
Seeing this person, Sima Yuanxian instantly smiled on his face, but sighed: "The master is right, assassinating an important minister is a capital crime. It's a pity that the thieves use force to show off their strength, and Yuanxian can't do anything about it. I can only..."
Before he could speak, Zhu Bugui interrupted: "Young Master Yuan Xian is the eldest son of the prince, and he is also the general who conquered the captives in the Jin Dynasty. Why bother you to do such a trivial matter yourself? A poor monk can do it for you."
Sima Yuanxian laughed loudly and said, "Then Master Lao will take action to kill the thief!"
At this point, Song Beifeng realized that Sima Yuanxian was not coming for Ji Qianqian, they were coming for him, and they even wanted to kill him.
One of the guards following him knew something was wrong and was about to turn around and report to An Gong when Zhu Bugui struck out with a palm from the air.
The strong wind moved swiftly, and the guard felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then a huge force spread all over his body, and his internal organs exploded, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and flew backwards.
This palm came quickly and was concealed. Song Beifeng did not realize for a moment that the demon monk in front of him had such a high level of cultivation that he succeeded with just one palm.
With just one palm, the guard was knocked to the ground, unable to move.
He immediately judged that the monster monk in front of him was the only powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life... He practiced Wangqing Kendo and had no fear in his heart. When facing a powerful enemy, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand and walked slowly towards Zhu Bugui.
Zhu Bugui showed a sinister and cunning smile.
Before the sword was unsheathed, an astonishing and cold sword energy came out of Song Beifeng's body.
Zhu Bugui's expression also changed, his eyes were shining brightly, and he shouted "Okay"!
