e-booksonline Chapter 882 The Purple Thunder Sect Attacks
Chapter 882 The Purple Thunder Sect Attacks
Chapter 882 The Purple Thunder Sect Attacks
"Our two sects have been on good terms, but in the past few months, for some unknown reason, the Purple Thunder Sect has provoked my Gu several times, and every time the battle was tragic. In the past few months, most of my Gu's disciples have been killed or injured. now..."
"In desperation, I can only let Leng Ren lead people to guard the valley, but it has little effect...
Speaking of this, Leng Xian sighed angrily and lowered his head.
After Jiang Xiaolong heard it, he lost his mind.
"It must be his Purple Thunder Sect who wants to expand his power and wants to swallow my Feixue Valley!" The third elder said angrily.
"It's a little strange." Jiang Xiaolong lowered his head and pondered for a while, "Why are the disciples of the Purple Thunder Sect killed and injured like "July 20"?"
Leng Xian said: "It is comparable to my Feixue Valley.
"That's not right." Jiang Xiaolong said, "If the Purple Thunder Sect's strength is above the Snow Valley, then it would be understandable to attack, but now the opponent would rather lose eight hundred, is there some deep hatred?"
The four of Leng Xian did not speak for a while, and lowered their heads to think.
After a long while, Leng Xian waved his hand and shouted, "Now that Hao Yang is safe and sound, no matter what his purpose is, if he provokes him again, I will make him pay the price in blood from the Purple Thunder Sect!"
After speaking, Leng Xian said to Leng Ren: "Ren'er, let's go ahead and arrange a large banquet tonight to thank the young hero Jiang Xiaolong for saving his life!"
The sky gradually darkened, but the lights in Feixue Valley were bright.
Hundreds of lanterns were hung up, and the wine table in the valley was full of good wine and good food, which seemed a little out of place in this slightly shabby Feishue Valley.
"Young Xia Jiang Xiaolong, please take your seat!"
Leng Xian led Jiang Xiaolong to the highest table and motioned Jiang Xiaolong to sit on the upper seat. On this table, there are important people in Feixue Valley, and Leng Haoyang also sat next to Jiang Xiaolong.
"How are you feeling?" Jiang Xiaolong tilted his head and asked.
"Hahaha, lively and alive!" Leng Haoyang said jokingly, apparently his complexion had recovered for the most part.
"That's good.
"I still don't understand, how did you get promoted so..." Leng Haoyang's voice was no longer cold, but rather soft.
Jiang Xiaolong smiled mysteriously: "This is a secret. 99
Leng Haoyang looked at Jiang Xiaolong with strange eyes, sighed and said, "I really don't know if you are a genius or a BT... By the way, you got this sixth-grade medicinal pill so quickly?"
Jiang Xiaolong laughed and said, "Why, still want to eat? I have more here!"
The corner of Leng Haoyang's mouth twitched: "The pain of forging is really unbearable..."
Jiang Xiaolong has felt this kind of pain three times in the past six months. He smiled faintly and fell into memory.
At this moment, Leng Xian stood up and raised his glass, his voice broke Jiang Xiaolong's thinking.
"All Feixuegu disciples obey orders. Today, the young master Jiang Xiaolong spared no effort to save my son Haoyang's life with the sixth-grade pills. Starting today, Jiang Xiaolong will be my guest of Feixuegu!"
Jiang Xiaolong was not used to this kind of situation, so he scratched his head and stood up and said, "Raise your hand... Raise your hand..."
"Too humble!" Leng Xian praised and said, "Come on, young hero Jiang Xiaolong, you won't return today if you don't get drunk!" He finished his glass of wine in one gulp.
Jiang Xiaolong hurriedly picked up the wine glass and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Forehead……"
The intensity of this wine was obviously something Jiang Xiaolong did not expect. The moment he entered the wine, the spicy feeling immediately came from the tip of his tongue, and Jiang Xiaolong's expression immediately distorted into an eggplant shape.
"Hahaha, it seems that you are not good at times..." Leng Haoyang laughed in a low voice.
"Bah!" Jiang Xiaolong scolded, "How can a man say he can't!"
He said that, but he immediately started to sweat. Jiang Xiaolong immediately secretly activated his infuriating spirit and forced the wine he just drank out of his body, which made him feel a little more comfortable.
Before Jiang Xiaolong could slow down, the three elders raised their wine glasses again...
In a short time, Jiang Xiaolong had already drank more than ten glasses. Although he was able to squeeze more than half of it, he was still a little drunk because he didn't drink much.
Looking at the dozens of Fei Xue Gu disciples below, Jiang Xiaolong shook his head helplessly, if one of them had a cup, he would really want to lie down and go out.
I have never been cowardly in a fight, but I am afraid of drinking.
Just when everyone was still immersed in the feasting atmosphere, a loud "bang" broke the beauty.
Leng Xian hurriedly looked down, only to see blood seeping from the corner of Leng Ren's mouth, flying in from outside, knocking over a table of wine and vegetables directly.
This time, Jiang Xiaolong, who was a little confused, suddenly woke up.
The following disciples hurriedly helped Leng Ren up, and Leng Xian and the three elders walked down quickly.
4.3
Leng Ren groaned in pain and murmured: "Zi...Purple Thunder Sect..."
"What!" Leng Xian shouted with wide eyes, "Damn it! All disciples, prepare to meet the enemy!"
While speaking, all the disciples also came to their senses, and took the weapons in their hands.
Jiang Xiaolong stood up behind him and stared at the crowd.
I saw a middle-aged man at the front. He was about the same age as Leng Xian, and he was not tall, but he was wearing a dark purple brocade robe. His jet-black hair was casually scattered, but the eyes under his eyebrows matched his overall temperament. Completely inconsistent, showing a cowardly look.