He said these words out loud in a tone that was not only unashamed but also proud.

The onlookers were stunned, and even Feng Bujue's companions were dumbfounded.

In the world of wuxia, saying the words "self-taught" is like telling someone in the real world, "I have superpowers." And the phrase "founded his own sect," spoken after "self-taught," is enough to scare people to death.

"Hahahaha..." The drunken monk Lu Shan, who was leaning against the stairs drinking, laughed loudly when he heard this. "Good! What a 'self-taught, founded his own sect!'" The monk suddenly interjected, "This monk has traveled the martial world for many years and has seen many famous people. But beneath the great reputation, there are many who are not up to the task. And I've seen even more people with big mouths, most of whom are self-promoters and not worth mentioning." He took another sip of the wine from his jar, then looked up at Feng Bujue and said, "Like this Feng Manor Lord, who is completely unknown, yet speaks such shocking words… this is truly the first time I've encountered such a person."

At this point, Lu Shan suddenly used a move called "Viper Offers Wine." He curled one arm and then suddenly thrust it out, a tornado-like spinning force acting on the wine jar in his arms.

"This monk offers you a cup!" Accompanied by a low shout, the wine jar whistled out from Lu Shan's arm and flew toward Feng Bujue.

Lu Shan seemed crude and unrestrained, but in reality, he was meticulous and cunning. This move he used was carefully considered. The experts present could see that the high-speed spinning wine jar concealed internal energy, and ordinary people would find it difficult to resist.

If Feng Bujue could catch the wine jar in his arm, he would definitely be a person with profound internal strength. And if he could forcibly collide with the wine jar and smash it open, then at least he would be an expert in external martial arts. Of course, the possibility of him being directly hit could not be ruled out… and that would be a great loss of face.

Lu Shan's behavior seemed like he was picking a fight, but in reality, he was helping Feng Bujue in disguise.

Because Brother Jue's words were too shocking, the crowd aggro effect was outstanding, and the hatred was instantly maxed out. Even those Shaolin monks, Renwu scholars, and Xiaoyao Sect Taoists shook their heads. Not to mention the heads of the other sects, almost all of them showed disdain and sneered. As for the lower-ranking disciples and wandering warriors, they couldn't bear such arrogant words.

If Lu Shan hadn't taken the lead, someone from a second-rate martial arts figure would have jumped out immediately and shouted lines like, "You have a big mouth, I am so-and-so from such-and-such sect, I would like to ask for your guidance," and then come forward to exchange a few moves with Brother Jue.

Lu Shan was well aware that the worse one's martial arts were, the less one knew how to control the extent of one's actions. First-class experts were fine, but he was afraid that a few second- or third-rate guys would pop up, acting ruthlessly and injuring people's roots.

Now that the drunken monk had spoken, those juniors present, or those who knew their kung fu was inferior to this monk, would no longer be eager to move. With this first-class expert taking the lead in testing the waters, everyone else could just watch.

Lu Shan's own idea was… if this Little Brother Feng could block the wine jar, that would be the best. When others saw his real kung fu, they would no longer bother him. If he couldn't block it, this move wouldn't seriously injure him, and he would leave in shame.

That was a nice thought…

But Feng Bujue's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

As early as when the monk was laughing, Feng Bujue realized what this NPC was going to do, so he immediately secretly summoned the Death Poker and hid it in his palm, ready for defense. No matter how the opponent attacked, Feng Bujue's strategy was to respond to all changes with constancy. Anyway, facing a slightly stronger attack, his only reliable move was [Shield "牌"].

At this moment, the wine jar came through the air, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Only the sound of shattering could be heard…

The wine jar shattered, shattered in mid-air. It was as if it had hit a wall of qi, and the wine inside splashed out, but failed to pass through the invisible barrier.

Feng Bujue sat in his chair without moving. He held a teacup in one hand, and his other hand hung "naturally" under the table, maintaining a calm demeanor from beginning to end.

When the wine jar hit the golden force field, Feng Bujue's gaze glanced over. The next second, he suddenly reached out and extended the teacup in his hand. At this time, [Shield "牌"] happened to disappear, and Feng Bujue reached over and used the cup to catch a splash of wine that was falling from mid-air. Then, he pretended to bring the cup to his eyes.

"This master is really generous." Feng Bujue looked at the wine glass in front of him. "He said he would offer me a cup, but he sent over a jar." He smiled, "But I'm not good at drinking, so this cup is enough." After saying that, he drank the small cup of wine he had caught.

The whole place was silent…

The experts present, upon seeing this scene, all gasped. In their hearts, they were all asking the same question: What kind of martial art was that just now?

Even Shi Yanran, who had already experienced this move last night, still couldn't see through it at all when she saw it again.

"In terms of internal energy cultivation… those who can use their qi to control objects are called Rong Hui Guan Tong (thoroughly understanding); those who can release true qi are called Lu Huo Chun Qing (reaching perfection); those who can transform qi into form are called Deng Feng Zao Ji (reaching the pinnacle)..." Suddenly, a soft voice began to narrate unhurriedly, its tone just right to reach everyone's ears.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone followed the sound and focused their attention on a seat in the corner of the inn.

Feng Bujue also looked up and saw a woman in purple sitting alone. At first glance, this woman was beautiful, with snow-white skin and jade-like features. Looking at her more closely, she could be described as having a face as beautiful as flowers and the moon, dignified and elegant. Especially her eyes, charming and flowing, with autumn waves that seemed to drip with water, making it difficult for people to forget her after just one glance. As the saying goes, "the beauty of imagination" probably wasn't more than this.

This woman was named Murong Ying, and people in the martial world called her Yun Wai Xian Zi (Immortal Maiden Beyond the Clouds). Although her martial arts skills could only be considered quasi-first-class, her knowledge of martial arts was extremely extensive. It was said in the martial world that whoever could marry this Miss Murong of the Murong family would not only be blessed with beauty, but also be like marrying half a master. However, precisely because of this reason, Murong Ying was already twenty-five years old and still unmarried. She would send away those who came to propose marriage directly, and keep those who deliberately approached her at a distance. After all, people's hearts were sinister, and she couldn't tell who was sincere and who had ulterior motives, so she simply refused them all.

"...And this Young Hero Feng's martial arts are of a higher realm." Murong Ying continued her previous words, "He controls qi outside his body, and his qi appears as golden light. Moreover, he can transform nothing into something, gathering and scattering at will…" She looked directly at Feng Bujue, meeting his gaze, "People with this kind of internal energy cultivation have not been seen in the martial world for three hundred years… I didn't expect this little girl to have the honor of seeing such a thing today. I admire you, I admire you!"

Feng Bujue was overjoyed. This beauty was really awesome. Originally, he felt that his bluffing plan would require some more effort to achieve the effect, but he didn't expect someone to actively cooperate, and she spoke so eloquently that even he himself was a little stunned.

Sure enough, Murong Ying's words instantly deceived everyone. This was also a very interesting phenomenon… When an abnormal situation occurred, but no one knew what the truth was, if a usually reliable person suddenly came out and expressed a personal opinion, then regardless of whether this opinion was correct, it was very likely to become a recognized fact…

Gongsun Qian, who was standing closest to Feng Bujue, was completely dumbfounded. Originally, he was only surprised and suspicious of the golden force field. But now he was convinced that this Manor Lord Feng was indeed an unparalleled expert!

"Hahaha… Murong girl has good insight! I knew this kid was not simple." Meng Jiu's laughter rang out. No one knew when he had appeared. He was now sitting sideways on the threshold of the inn's gate, drinking with his back against the door frame.

It was also well known that this Beggar Clan leader would go to the entrance of the village to squat every night. The crowd heard him say "not simple" and spontaneously made up a lot of content… as if Manor Lord Feng had fought Meng Jiu for three hundred rounds last night when he came to town, and still won by a few points while hiding his strength.

Meng Jiu laughed loudly while shouting to Lu Shan in the distance, "Monk Lu! You screwed up, didn't you! Hahaha… What a waste of your jar of wine!"

Lu Shan was originally a straightforward person. What happened just now didn't embarrass him, but instead made him feel a little proud, so he also laughed loudly, "Hahaha… Old beggar! How could I be as stingy as you! To be able to witness such a skill, what does a jar of wine matter?"

Meng Jiu's appearance, as well as his conversation with Lu Shan, once again broke the brief silence of the martial artists. The sound of whispering reappeared in the inn's lobby. Everyone was talking about it, and the focus completely shifted to the five people from the Broken Sword Tea House. As for the petty matter of the Wanxia Building, it had long been thrown to the clouds.

At this moment, someone spoke from the second floor of the inn again.

"I was wondering why it was so lively… it turns out that distinguished guests have arrived." The man who said this was a swordsman in white, looking less than forty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding extraordinary bearing. "Manor Lord Feng…" He leaped gently, his feet stepping on the air twice, and jumped directly from the second floor to Feng Bujue's table, standing firmly. "I have been waiting for a long time."

"Do I know you?" Feng Bujue looked at him and asked.

As soon as these words came out, it caused another uproar.

"What… he said he doesn't know Lin Chang?" "The number one expert among the Ye Family's 'Six Swords of Flowing Shadows,' he actually said he doesn't recognize him?" "What is this surnamed Feng doing again?"

It was normal for the surrounding people to be surprised, because the person talking to Feng Bujue was the leader of the Ye Family's "Six Swords of Flowing Shadows," and his martial arts skills were probably even better than Gongsun Qian and Ji Tong. Among swordsmen, apart from Xie San and Ye Cheng, he should be considered the third. Of course, the gap between him and the first two was still relatively large.

"Hehe…" Lin Chang smiled, cupped his fists and said, "I am Bi Kong Sword (Azure Sky Sword) Lin Chang. I have been waiting for Manor Lord Feng for a long time. I wonder if I can invite the heroes of the Broken Sword Tea House upstairs for a chat?"