The Sword God of the South

The Quail Wind Sword Gouw Ming

Now, after realizing that he was dealing with a great figure, Zhang Fei did not want to act rashly. He began to bring out his abilities.

Because of this, then the fight that took place immediately went more fierce.

The loud noise between the clanking of bones began to accompany the course of the battle. Several times the two figures retreated backwards until several steps.

But that didn't stop them from fighting. They both got the courage to continue the fight.

Now, after reaching thirty ranks, Zhang Fei began to bring out the bare-handed sciences he had from his grandfather.

The roar of the wind that carried a death threat began to be felt by the other party. The beating and the beating of the young man's palm was like a Lifeless Angel.

The person who became his opponent was heard several times exclaiming stifled. Perhaps he did not expect himself to meet a young swordsman who had high abilities.

Zhang Fei was increasingly giving a counterattack. His right hand hit him in the face. The left hand strikes towards the heart.

Two attacks were launched simultaneously!

Not only that, he even released a kick that is not less great.

As for his own opponent, he now understood the prowess of the youngster. That's why he doesn't want to act rashly.

With a simple yet extremely fast movement, that person was finally able to fend off all of Zhang Fei's attacks.

Dess!!!

Then the palm of the hand happened. Shock waves swept through the room. The items scattered on the floor immediately flew upwards.

Yush!!!

After a long time of deep-rooted fighting, Zhang Fei finally decided to give in. He jumped backwards five steps.

Once the circumstances inside had returned to normal, Zhang Fei immediately witnessed that in front of him was an old man whose age had reached sixties.

The old man's face was egg-shaped. Her gray hair was pulled up. His eyeballs were clear black, decorated by two thick, cleaver-shaped eyebrows.

That guy also keeps a beard. His beard was almost touching his chest.

He was wearing yellow gold. The clothes are quite loose, but even so, the clothes are not able to cover the authority of the parents.

Right now, he was watching Zhang Fei closely.

"Who are you, young man?" ask the old man in a deep voice.

"My name is Zhang, my name is Fei. And if I may know, who is this Master?" he asked back.

After all, he should be able to know who the old man is. Moreover, he wanted to know what was the reason for him being attacked all of a sudden.

"Why did you come to this Mountain Sword Party?" instead of answering, the old man asked even further.

"To find someone," Zhang Fei replied.

"Who are you looking for this?"

"Chairman of the Mountain Sword Party,"

"You have a problem with him?"

"No," he shook his head. "How could I possibly have a problem with the Sword Mountain Party Leader? I was just here for the first time, though,"

"Hemm ..." The old man dehemed. He watched Zhang Fei from top to bottom.

"If you don't have a problem, then why are you looking for the old man?"

"Because I want to ask you something important,"

"Sorry, I can't tell you. Better, sir just tell me where the Mountain Sword Party Leader is,"

Zhang Fei was adamant. He still did not want to tell his intention and purpose to come to the place. According to him, this was his problem with the Mountain Sword Party.

No outsider should know about this. Moreover, according to him, this problem is related to the disgrace of the party itself.

"Young man, who are you really? Are you from the white stream, or are you from the black stream?" ask the old man further.

It seemed like he was still curious about Zhang Fei. He was still confused, actually where was this young man standing? Is it black flow? Or the white stream?

"Old man, just so you know," Zhang Fei quickly replied. He spoke while looking at his face. "First, if I'm bad intentions, of course your four people are already corpses. Second, if I came from the black stream, you should have been able to feel for yourself when we were fighting," he explained.

The old man nodded his head several times. It seemed like he understood about Zhang Fei's explanation just now.

What the young man said made sense. As an old military figure in the martial world, of course, he should have felt the difference when the collision happened, if the young man was indeed from the black stream.

He pensively for a moment. After a long time, suddenly the old man let out a heavy sigh.

"Young man, actually .. The person you're looking for is myself" he said slowly.

"What's? You ..."

Zhang Fei was surprised. He was unable to continue his words. It was as if his throat was choked by something so he could not speak any further.

"Right, I am the Chairman of the Sword Mountain Party. My name is Gouw Ming, the martial people call me the Quail Wind Sword,"

Not stopping there, even to convince Zhang Fei, the old man who claimed to be named Gouw Ming immediately pulled out a badge.

The badge proved that he did indeed serve as the Chairman of the Sword Mountain Party.

Zhang Fei immediately looked at the badge. A moment later, he suddenly breathed.

"It turns out you're really the guy I'm looking for,"

Gouw Ming could see the youngster's facial expression clearly. But he said nothing.

"Young man, come with me, let's go,"

The Quail Wind Sword Gouw Ming immediately walked over. The four people followed him. Not wanting to be left behind, Zhang Fei also followed them.

The six people walked with light steps. Gouw Ming took Zhang Fei to the backyard. He continued walking again and stopped at a simple temple he might have deliberately made.

Then they go inside. To a room that is used to talk about important things.

Gouw Ming sat on the available seats, as well as Zhang Fei and the others.

"A San, get me some wine," he said giving orders to one of the students.

The disciple named A San nodded. He immediately brought the wine that was available. Once the wine was on the table, A San immediately poured it into the cup.

They toast. After a while, Gouw Ming spoke again.

"Now, tell me what's your purpose in coming here?"

"Actually, my arrival here only wants to ask about Golden Swordsman Gan Li," Zhang Fei replied honestly.

"What do you want to ask her tense?"

The old man's tone of voice turned cold.

Zhang Fei could feel the presence of 'something' in the tone of speech just now. Only, he decided to continue with his question.

"Is it true that the old man served as the Vice Chairman of the Sword Mountain Party?" ask him further.