The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

He was initially very confident in his poisoning plan.

But now, I'm not so confident anymore.

The main reason is that I saw Zhou Zhenhuan's clumsy performance. What does that mean?

Of course, given Zhou Zhenhuan's strength, the old master could trust that he was unaffected by the Immortal Dew and the poison he had administered, but others did not have that ability.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed to give him a glimmer of confidence.

No matter how much we planned, we never expected this variable to come here. Didn't we hear a while ago that this person went to the Western Regions?

Lei Qianhu remained seated calmly, his expression unchanged despite the clumsy performance by Zhou Huanzhen and his group.

They even drank one glass of wine after another.

"The wine mixed with Fairy Dew doesn't taste as good."

The old master has come today to wipe out my Lei family.

Actually, I'm quite curious. Although my Lei family isn't a particularly wealthy or powerful family, our defenses are quite tight.

How did the old man poison the drinks?

The old man knew at this point that the arrow was on the bowstring and he had no choice but to release it.

Regardless of what the carefree immortal who pretended to faint was up to, the plan had already begun and couldn't be stopped.

Today, regardless of life or death, there should be a conclusion.

After all, he's been a patriarch for so many years, so his mental fortitude is quite strong.

He steeled his resolve and laughed, "Qianhu, what are you talking about?"

Why can’t I understand?

I'm just here today to attend a banquet and have a few drinks.

Lei Qianhu nodded; these old fogies wouldn't give anyone reason to criticize them.

"Very well, I'll have a few drinks with the old man."

"Hehe, Brother Qianhu wants to drink, why didn't you wait for me?"

All these years, they've been thinking of you.

A rustling sound sent chills down my spine.

Lei Qianhu glanced around and saw countless spiders swarming in from the beams and cracks.

A sudden realization dawned on him.

"Mu Yumo, it's you! So that's how the Thousand Spider Formation works."

The most secret formation and the most hidden poison in the world—no wonder the disciples couldn't discover it.

"But aren't the Tang Clan and the Dark River Sect afraid of becoming enemies of the martial arts world by joining forces?"

The old man packed himself a pipe: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I said I'm just here to drink; what else has to do with my Tang Clan?"

"Brother Qianhu is still as clueless about romance as ever!"

Let your sister get really close to you!

I wonder how much strength Brother Qianhu still retains!

Lei Qianhu suddenly stood up, and the table in front of him instantly shattered into pieces.

"Even a broken ship has three thousand nails; you might as well give it a try."

"Then let's give it a try!"

Don't do it yet! "

Mu Yumo shouted, and three figures flew in from outside the door in an instant. They were Tang Xuan, Tang Huang, and Tang Qisha.

The four fought together with Lei Qianhu. In order to avoid hurting the guests who had actually fainted, Lei Qianhu forced the four back with a punch and leaped towards the door.

Lei Qianhu, stop struggling, no one will come to save you today!

Now that we've chosen to take action, we certainly won't forget that sword immortal from Raimon!

"Have the neck ready to be laid to rest!"

At the same time, in the backyard of the Lei family, a pillar of fire shot into the sky.

Two sword energies shot straight into the sky.

"The Wrathful Sword Immortal?"

The Furious Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian was somewhat shocked by Lei Hong's strength, but he wore an arrogant smile on his face.

"When I first learned about this plan, I was reluctant."

Even if you are half a sword immortal, you are not qualified to be my opponent.

But unexpectedly, you later broke through to a higher level.

"Very well, now you are qualified to fight me."

Lei Hong's face was solemn: "You came here specifically to see me today?"

Just then, a pillar of fire also ignited in the front yard.

Lei Hong's expression changed: "Qian Hu? You guys..."

The Furious Sword Immortal waved his hand: "Today your opponent is me. Unless you defeat me or kill me, nothing else matters to you!"

A bad feeling crept into Lei Hong's heart, but he also sensed that something was amiss.

He knew that the Dao Sword Immortal's senior brother had arrived today.

But why is Qianhu fighting with others, and why is he sensing that aura from the Tang Clan?

"You dare to daydream in front of me! You're courting death!"

"Draw your sword in fury!"

"Good timing! But you seem to have forgotten that before I learned swordsmanship, I practiced fist techniques!"

A fiery fist shadow appeared; the energy arrived before the fist itself.

It was Lei Family's Unorthodox Fist.

Chapter 137 Old Master Tang's Choice

Outside, a chaotic fight broke out, but inside the hall, all was quiet and peaceful.

Zhou Zhen opened his eyes and sat back down at the table.

Soon, the children who had been pretending to faint also got up.

The food and drinks were good; it would be a shame if they got cold.

Zhou Zhenhuan took a bite of food, looked at Old Master Tang who remained seated without moving, and said with a smile, "Old Master, look at all these guests. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Grandpa Tang tried to calm himself down.

When he saw that Zhou Zhen was no longer pretending, he knew that the original plan had undergone a major change.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't speak.

"The guests in this hall who are in a coma will wake up in less than a quarter of an hour."

Grandpa, your time is running out.

You need to make a decision.

Those guys from the Dark River can't stop my disciples and Lei Yunhe.

Whether it was the patriarch of the Dark River family, or the heads of the Su and Xie families, they all suffered serious injuries at the hands of my junior brother.

I'm not bragging, but my disciples can easily handle a few injured people.

If he truly intended to kill, killing two wouldn't be difficult.

Sometimes, even someone in the Free and Unfettered Realm can kill someone in the Carefree Heaven Realm without much difficulty.

Moreover, Lei Yunhe has broken free from his constraints and reached a new level, now at the peak of his career.

Although the Furious Sword Immortal could suppress Lei Zhong, it would be difficult for the two to determine a winner in a short time.

Even with Mu Yumo, Lei Qianhu, Tang Xuan, and the others outside have no chance of winning.

Because Lei Qianhu's injuries have already healed.

Years of suffering from illness have tempered his character, so his strength has also reached a new level.

To be honest, if it were Tang Lianyue who came today, Lei Qianhu might not be a match for her.

In your Tang Clan, of their generation, only Tang Lianyue is worth mentioning, and the next generation only has Tang Lian.

I forgot, Tang Lian chose Snow Moon City this time, which shows that your Tang Clan's actions have lost the hearts of the people.

Oh, Tang Ze, who's rushing to catch the train, is not bad either. It's just a pity that you've spoiled him so much that he's lost some of his uprightness.

Once you get used to taking unconventional paths, your future achievements will be limited.

After listening silently, Old Master Tang looked up and stared at Zhou Huanzhen.

"Was this done by a real person?"

Whether it's Lei Yunhe's recovery or Lei Qianhu's injuries, they can't escape the shadow of this person.

Even Lei Hong broke through the realm because he was stimulated by the marriage of Dao Sword Immortal and Snow Moon Sword Immortal.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and delivered a classic quote: "If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do. After all, he's my apprentice. It's normal for me to give him something to protect himself, right?"

Originally, my Qingcheng Mountain only wanted to have a banquet, but you insisted on plotting against my junior brother and sister-in-law. I'm already saving face by not personally taking action.

My skin isn't as thick as the old man's.

If you go out now and kill the people from the Dark River, you might be able to salvage some of the reputation of your Tang Clan.

"Once all the guests wake up, do you think you can kill them all?"

The old man's lips twitched slightly; he naturally understood that everything Zhou Zhenhuan said was true.

Furthermore, he was well aware that although this person had said he had some shame but hadn't actually done anything, his very presence here had already made his stance clear.

After all, the Dark River is home to people who are not respectable.

Over the years, countless people from various sects have been assassinated by them.

Furthermore, it's perfectly normal for reputable sects to be wary of such an organization that operates in the shadows.

Of course, not all people from reputable families are good, but at least on the surface, they are upright.

This is why Anhe is so determined to go ashore.

The patriarch, Su Changhe, dreamed of having the tides of the Dark River flood the entire martial arts world.

After all, no matter how strong they are, if others mention them, they will all criticize them, and anyone can stand on moral high ground and despise them.

They didn't want to live like this anymore.

Unfortunately, spending too much time in dark places naturally leads to a dark style of behavior.

After saying these words, Zhou Zhenhuan seemed to have done all he could, and stopped paying attention to the old man, leading the children to enjoy their meal.

Wen Liang was very interested in the experiences of this carefree immortal and asked him a lot of questions. Zhou Zhenhuan and Wuxin talked about things in the outer heavens, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

"So, it's possible that the Heavenly Maiden Pavilion from the Outer Heavens has entered Beili?"

Young people like Wen Liang still yearn for stories like Zhou Zhenhuan scaring Zhao Qingyi to death.

The Wen family has always kept a low profile, and he rarely ventures into the underworld.

But which young man doesn't yearn for the world of chivalry, riding spirited horses, and singing songs while drunk?

Wuxin hadn't really thought about this question. After a moment of contemplation, he smiled and said, "Perhaps they stayed in the Western Regions, or perhaps they went to the Southern Judgment, but they may not be in the Northern Li."

Wen Liang didn't dwell on the issue and remarked, "We're about the same age, but I never imagined your experiences were so rich and varied."

"Come, monk, let me offer you a toast. By the way, can you monks drink alcohol?"

Wu Xin laughed heartily: "I am a fake monk. Senior Zhou once said something good: 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha sits in the heart.'"