"Pa!"

A pleasant sound, the real dragon folding fan closed, until this time, the Huangdu hotel guests, just like a dream.

The leader of the Chinese Taoist school, a generation of Dharma practitioners, was defeated by a little girl?

The whole hotel hall is silent and the needle can be heard.

The war came too fast and ended too soon.

However, no one can guess that the final result of this war should be the end of daoxuan's tragic defeat!

"Immortal daoxuan, you..."

The Song family, who were full of confidence in Chen daoxuan, were in a state of dejection, just like a duck pinched by someone's neck.

"Master!"

At this time, several young Taoists, who had been watching the battle in the inner hall of the hotel, rushed out one after another and stepped forward to hold Chen daoxuan, who was tottering.

"How about it? What else do you want to say Fang rubing, a folding fan, is not natural and unrestrained.

"If you lose, you will be convinced. Do you dare to ask that the folding fan in Miss Bingfan's hand is a magic weapon refined by master Meng Xian

Chen daoxuan obliterates the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, but he stares at the real dragon folding fan with burning eyes. It seems that he has found some treasure.

"It's my teacher. What do you want to say?" Fang rubing looks at Chen daoxuan with a wary face.

Fang rubing would have mistaken his meaning. The leader of Tianshi Dao waved his hands and quickly explained:

"no, no, no! The Taoist priest just admires master Meng's weapon refining methods. I hope Miss Bingfan can tell him that he can come to Longhu Mountain any time if he wants to. "

"Please!"

After that, the leader of Tianshi Dao made a courtesy and took his disciples to leave.

When song Zhengde saw that Chen daoxuan was going to leave, he was shocked and said, "immortal daoxuan, you..."

But he was interrupted by Chen daoxuan: "master of the Song family, you don't have to say more. The Taoist priest is willing to gamble and admit defeat, and will no longer interfere with your gratitude and resentment. "

The voice falls, this heavenly master morals forehead leader, then takes own several apprentices, flies away.

Song Zhengde, who is holding a golden nanmu walking stick and clubbed in place, looks iron green. I can't believe it!

"Master song, since the troublesome old Taoist priest is gone, please accept the second gift from the master!"

Fang rubing raised an indescribable radian at the corner of his mouth, and then played a ring finger. Two bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, holding a gorgeous jade gift box, strode forward.

"Miss Bingfan! This is your stuff! "

Fang rubing nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Song Zhengde and said with a smile: "this is the birthday gift prepared by my teacher for the 80th birthday of master song. Don't you go to give it to him soon?"

"Yes

Two bodyguards respectfully agreed, and then stepped on the bright leather shoes, Qi Shua Shua went to song Zhengde.

"Please accept the gift from master song!"

Song Zhengde stares at Fang rubing. His whole body is shaking with anger. His anger has reached the critical value and will explode at any time.

Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, song Junxiong, acting as a clever man, came forward and wanted to receive the congratulatory gift. However, he was bombarded by Fang rubing!

"Go away! Because you want to touch my teacher's gift, too? " Fang rubing, who killed the chicken and made an example to others, looked askance at the people. It seems that who dares to obstruct him, song Junxiong is his end!

At this time, Fang rubing couldn't help looking at Song Zhengde with a smile again,

"master song, you are the master of the Song family, don't you even have the courage to open this gift box?"