Chapter 639: They Are All ‘Our Own’ People

Defeat, defeat, the seventh most powerful person in the Saint Sect, the master of Laojun Temple, Rong Fengxiang, and his trusted thug Bi Shouxuan, who cooperated well with him, attacked at the same time, but they were defeated.

All the spectators who saw this scene were shocked.

Especially the guards of Rong Mansion were even more worried, fearing that Rong Fengxiang did not want to expose the news and would directly make them disappear from the world and kill them to silence them.

"Your Excellency is very good, Rong admits defeat!"

Rong Fengxiang and Bi Shouxuan stood up one after another. Jia Huan's last palm was not fatal. Although their chests were painful and stuffy, they were not in danger of life.

As for Bi Shouxuan, he was standing silently behind Rong Fengxiang at this time, posing as a trusted guard.

"Since you admit defeat, then honestly take out five thousand taels of gold!"

Jia Huan put away his sword and directly made a condition without hesitation: "Don't tell me that the vice president of Luoyang Chamber of Commerce can't take out so much money!"

At this point, a trace of sinister murderous intent flashed across his face!

This murderous intent happened to be seen by Rong Fengxiang, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Okay, I'll give it to you!"

Rong Fengxiang sneered: "It's true that heroes emerge from youth. I didn't expect that the Taoist lineage would produce a master like you. It's really unexpected!"

He was naturally depressed, but he didn't dare to do anything risky.

Old Jianghu people like him are most afraid of guys like Jia Huan, who look young but are quite powerful.

They start fighting when their blood boils, and they don't care about the severity of their hands. They can do anything to vent their anger.

If you are beaten to death by such a fool, you won't even cry.

Of course, the murderous intent in your heart will not decrease, but will be more resentful.

Jia Huan's existence and the strength he showed have obviously completely broken the internal structure of the True Transmission.

In the past, Zuo Youxian had to weigh his words carefully before speaking loudly in front of him.

After this, I'm afraid the situation will be completely reversed, and Rong Fengxiang will definitely find it difficult to accept such a fact.

Five thousand taels of gold, in fact, is only a little over 300 jin.

Jia Huan could lift it with one hand, and it would not affect his forward speed.

As for Rong Fengxiang's seemingly praise, but in fact a test, he did not take it to heart at all.

Seeing the unwillingness on this guy's face, he could not help but sneer: "I had not planned to go down the mountain so early, but unfortunately I was attracted by the three assassins sent by Boss Rong who were less than innate!"

"There is no way. The Taoist lineage is not as rich as Laojun Temple. Whether it is traveling or rushing, it costs a lot. Then I can only ask Boss Rong for some expenses!"

After saying that, he picked up the package of gold weighing more than 300 jin, greeted the cheerful Taoist children and planned to leave.

Do you want to stay here to eat if you don't leave?

Anyway, he dare not eat the food in Rong Mansion at the moment.

"Haha, Brother Rong, it's very lively here!"

Just then, a hearty laugh came from the direction of the door.

Following closely behind was a tall and strong old man, holding a dragon-headed staff and walking with big strides.

With every step he took, the old man's momentum would increase by one point. When he came not far from Jia Huan, he had reached the peak state, like a mountain that people dared not look directly at.

In front of such a strong momentum, the Taoist children around him changed their faces wildly, and their bodies swayed and almost couldn't stand still.

But Jia Huan didn't seem to notice it, just like a strong pine tree on a high mountain, standing proudly without fear of the wind and cold.

"Old man, you are not a hero to scare the little boy like this!"

Jia Huan showed displeasure on his face, holding a package of 300 kilograms of gold in his hand, and suddenly slammed it to the ground, making a muffled bang.     The next moment, the Taoist children who were frightened suddenly woke up, and their faces turned pale and they dared not act rashly.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

The old man looked unhappy, and the dragon head stick in his hand suddenly swept over: "Then try to take my stick!"

"Old thing, I give you face!"

Jia Huan's eyes turned cold, and he swung the long sword with a sheath in his hand suddenly, and the yin and sword energy were instantly surging.

The dragon head stick crashed into the sword energy net at this time, and was stuck firmly and difficult to break free.

The old man's face changed drastically and he was about to let go, but Jia Huan kicked him in the chest like the wind. He screamed and flew backwards for a long distance, and rolled on the bluestone floor for a few times before he stabilized.

When he was full of anger and was helped up by the guards of Rong Mansion, there was no sign of Jia Huan and the Taoist children. He was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss Rong, what's going on?"

Fortunately, he did not lose his mind, and turned his head to look directly at Rong Fengxiang who had been watching the show.

This is a person from the Holy Gate. He did not add insult to injury at the critical moment, which is considered to be very conscientious.

"The youngster of the Daoist lineage has come to show off his power!"

Rong Fengxiang naturally couldn't tell the truth, and said with a gloomy face: "It's a pity that Rong is not strong enough, and was severely humiliated by this kid, and even extorted five thousand taels of gold!"

"Impossible?"

Now, it was the old man's turn to disbelieve: "Isn't the head of the Daoist lineage Zuo Youxian? His strength is not as strong as you, Boss Rong, how come such a strong youngster suddenly appeared?"

The kick just now almost took his life.

"How do I know this?"

Rong Fengxiang said impatiently: "Or, you can use the power of the Luoyang Gang to get back the place?"

Looking at the old man, his eyes were full of teasing and disdain: "If you tell others, you, the leader of the Luoyang Gang, were beaten by an unknown youngster, it's very embarrassing!"

Yes, the old man's identity is not simple. He is Shangguan Long, the leader of the Luoyang Gang, who is well-known in the martial arts world.

He has another more frightening identity, that is, a disciple of the Yinkui Sect!

"It's better than you, Boss Rong, the sixth master of the Holy Sect, being defeated by a disciple of the Taoist True Transmission!"

Shangguan Long is not easy to provoke. He said sarcastically: "If the news spreads, Boss Rong will be even more embarrassed, right?"

He will not rashly be the first bird to stand out. Shangguan Long has no intention of intervening in the internal disputes of the True Transmission. If he fails, he may not only fail to gain any benefits, but also get into trouble.

He can't even deal with Zuo Youxian. The strength of the kid just now is obviously stronger.

Besides, they are all people from the Holy Sect. As long as they don't get to the point where their lives are in danger, there may be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

It is so obvious that Yin Hou wants to unify the Holy Sect. As a disciple of the Yinkui Sect, he will definitely not take the initiative to create internal divisions. If Yin Hou knows about it, he will not let him go easily.

"If that's the case, Rong will not invite Gang Leader Shangguan to dinner!"

Rong Fenghuang turned hostile immediately, pointed to the door and said unhappily: "Gang Leader Shangguan, please come in!"

"Okay, okay, I'll leave now!"

Shangguan Long's face was very ugly, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart that the demon was a demon, and he was such a piece of shit.