Chapter 815 (2/2)

Two men in kimonos are in the room. They are the messengers sent by the East Island shrine.

The samurai in gold was sitting at the table, carefully wiping the samurai sword in his hand with a towel, while the old man sat on his knees on the couch, practicing his unique skill. A faint gray smell appeared on the surface of his body.

”I really want to try now. How many skills do these young Chinese martial artists have?” The golden warrior said in a deep voice while wiping the samurai sword in his hand.

”China has a vast territory and abundant resources. Although the young people of our shrine have made several talents, they still can't be careless in this conference.” The old man murmured with his eyes closed.

”Hum, just for the younger generation, how can China be the opponent of our shrine? Your Excellency Sasaki is still worried.” The golden warrior sneered, and then stared at the samurai sword in his hand, with a trace of essence in his eyes.

Just as they were talking, a soft sound of footsteps came from outside the temple: ”two messengers, the Lord sees you.”

As soon as they heard that the Lord of Feihong sect summoned them, the golden warrior immediately took the samurai sword back into its scabbard, and the old man suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from his couch.

”Go and see how Huaxia responds.”

Then they left the room and followed the disciple out

At this time, only the patriarch in the Feiyun hall calmly sat on the throne. The two East Island envoys were relieved when they saw that Dongfang Hong was not present. If they were asked what they were afraid of, they might not know, but as long as Dongfang Hong sat there, they had an inexplicable sense of oppression.

”Two messengers, please sit down.” Lord Feihong smiled at them and said.

”Thank you.” The old man bowed to Lord Feihong and sat on the chair on the left.

”Are you still used to eating and living in Feihong sect in recent days?” Lord Feihong asked with a smile.

”Thank you for your hospitality. We......” before the old man finished his words, the golden warrior complained: ”I'm not used to it at all. The place where I sleep is a hard board bed. What I eat is nothing but plain.”

After hearing his words, Lord Feihong didn't get angry at all, but continued to smile and say, ”maybe I didn't command you and ignored you.”

Some people know what is enough and what is convergence, but some people belong to the kind of people who push their nose and face. Obviously, the golden warrior is the second kind of people.

He snorted coldly, ”they all say that China is a country of etiquette. I think these words are empty words. They are not as good as the hospitality of our shrine.”

Before the leader of Feihong answered, a disciple next to him whispered, ”presumptuous, it's really shameless to give you a face. This is China. Isn't it a place where you talk nonsense!”

Being able to serve Lord Feihong, the cultivation of internal Qi was naturally unusual. He drank low and walked around the huge hall for a long time before gradually dispersing.

”Yoshino, shut up!” The old man whispered.

He is a sensible man. Although the Feihong sect leader seems to have no waves, this is the most terrible thing. If he offends him, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The warrior in gold looked at the old man, snorted coldly and closed his mouth wisely.

”I'm really sorry. Yoshino is a straightforward man. I hope the patriarch won't be surprised.” The old man quickly apologized