The Sword God of the South

Amazement

While on the side of the arena, along with the short-lived incident just now, were seen dozens of people from the Beggar Party and even the Strange Old Man Tionggoan, dumbstruck at the fight.

They do not believe what their eyes see. The event seemed to be a dream. What an amazing dream.

How could a foreigner like that have such a terrible style? Who exactly is that young man? Does he come from a well-known family? Or did he have a teacher who came from among the Gods?

All sorts of questions like that popped up in the minds of everyone who existed. Really, they were curious about it.

"remarkable. That young man is really great. I didn't expect him to have such a formidable mainstay," said the Wand Beggar Sakti praising Zhang Fei.

Really, he was really amazed at the sword style of the young man.

"It turns out your words are correct, he is indeed not an ordinary young swordsman. He was different from the others" the old man continued, glancing at his best friend.

"Old beggar, actually I myself only learned of his abilities as great as this," Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan said with a long sigh.

"Eh, really? Isn't ... hasn't he wandered long enough with you?" tanyanya confusion.

Were they not together before? Then why did Old Man Weird Tionggoan only learn of Zhang Fei's abilities?

Several times the Stick Sakti Beggar glanced at the two of them in turn. It was as if he was looking for answers to those questions.

"I'm not lying," replied Old Man Weird Tionggoan after sighing heavily. "Although it was true that he had traveled together, but before he had never expended his original ability. All this time, the youngster had always hidden his ability in playing the sword,"

The old man spoke honestly. All this time he had indeed seen Zhang Fei fight, only that the moves issued by the young man were not as powerful as before.

It is not strange that he himself is astonished.

"But I am grateful. It turns out my view of him wasn't wrong,"

He then laughed quite loudly while drinking wine that had been brought by one of the Beggar Party members.

Not far from where they stood, there was also Chen Liu Yin who felt the same way as the others.

The girl was amazed by the young man. Although he had heard that his grandfather had two guests, young and old, but only now had he met them.

And at the time of this first meeting, unexpectedly, he was amazed.

Already handsome, have great silat science anyway. Which girl would not be interested in such a young man?

"Child Fei, come here," amidst the silence that struck the front courtyard of the Beggar Party headquarters, suddenly Old Man Strange Tionggoan called out to him in a loud voice.

"Okay, sir," the young man answered.

He immediately sheathed back the Sword of the God King. Coincidentally at that moment, the blood flowing from the heirloom weapon had already stopped.

Zhang Fei walked towards them. Although the way he walked was calm, but his heart was pounding hard.

He knew, because of the incident just now, surely those people had many questions that would be asked of him.

"Later you don't sleep. Me and this old beggar want to drink with you," he said after Zhang Fei arrived there.

"Good, Master,"

Although he could refuse the request, Zhang Fei did not want to do so. Because he knew, if he refused, there would be a lot of suspicion in their hearts.

'Let these two old men know who I really am, ' his mind says.

The Beggar Stick Sakti ordered his remaining members to clean up the corpses as well as the items that were destroyed by the battle earlier.

He himself walked straight into his private room.

As usual, there was only him, the Strange Old Man Tionggoan, and also Zhang Fei.

On the table there is a complete table. Starting from heavy to light meals, and of course not missed, there are some wine jars that are still sealed.

The Beggar Stick Sakti unsealed the wine. He poured it into three cawna. After they toast twice, suddenly the strange Old Man Tionggoan said.

"Old beggar, after this incident you should be even more careful. Because according to my guess, the news of the battle will soon spread widely in the martial world,"

The Seven Colors Party was one of the biggest parties of the cult, of course, the news of the party's destruction was bound to quickly spread widely.

Later on, there would be many people who were delighted at the loss of one of the great powers in the green jungle. But on the one hand, certainly not a few people who hold grudges to the characters involved.

Especially the Beggar Party. Because after all, the party is the "master of the house" of the battle.

"Yes, I get it, freak. But regarding this, you don't have to worry. I've had preparations in advance," said the Stick Sakti Beggar confidently.

"good. I know, even though you already smell the earth, but your mind is still as sharp as it used to be," Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan laughed out loud. Followed by the laughter of his own best friend.

The threatening catastrophe was overcome. Isn't now a good time to have fun?

That is why their laughter continues to be heard. The two were teasing each other.

Inside the room, the one who had been keeping his mouth shut was only Zhang Fei. If he is not spoken to, he will not speak.

He knows manners. Grandpa and his parents taught him a lot about tatakrama.

So no wonder even though his nature is sometimes brutal, but when sitting with an older person, his attitude actually changed to become like a scholar.

"Eh, son of Fei," said Old Man Weird Tionggoan after the two finished joking. "By the way, what style did you use that last time?" ask him suddenly.

Zhang Fei glanced at him. He was confused for a moment. Should he answer honestly? Or should I just lie?

"That's a jurus ..."

"If you object, don't just answer. This old man did not know himself," said the Beggar Stick Sakti cutting his words quickly.

The young man must have felt wrong. Finally, he decided to answer honestly.

"That's the manner of the Sword God's wrath, sir," he said slowly.

"The Wrathful Sword of the Gods?" ask both at the same time.

"Yes, Sir. Is there anything strange?" zhang Fei asked further.

The eyes of the two old figures instantly changed. His eyes became violent. Just like two tigers who met their nemesis.

"Say, is that sword you're carrying, the Sword of the God King?" ask Old Man Bizarre Tionggoan full of emphasis.

"Right, this is the Sword of the God King,"

"Where did you get that heirloom sword?" What is your relationship with Zhang Xin's Lightning Sword? And Zhang Liong, who are you?"