He spoke these words in a loud voice, with a tone that suggested he was proud rather than ashamed.

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

In the world of wuxia, saying the words "learned it all on my own" is like telling someone in the real world, "I have superpowers." And saying "founded my own sect" after "learned it all on my own" is basically 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! 'Learned it all on my own, founded my own sect'!" The monk suddenly interjected, "This monk has traveled the martial world for many years and seen many famous people. Beneath great renown, there are many who fail to live up to their reputation; and as for those with big mouths, I've seen even more. Eight or nine out of ten are just blowing their own horns and not worth mentioning." He took another swig of wine from his jar, then looked up at Feng Bujue and said, "Someone like Head Manager Feng, who is completely unknown, yet speaks such earth-shattering words… I've really never met before."

At this point, Lu Shan suddenly used a move called "Viper Offering Wine." He bent one arm, then suddenly thrust it out, a whirlwind of power like a spinning top 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 towards Feng Bujue.

Lu Shan seemed crude and boisterous, but in reality, he was meticulous and not lacking in cunning. This move he used was well thought out. The experts present could all see that the high-speed rotating wine jar contained hidden internal energy, and ordinary people would find it difficult to resist.

If Feng Bujue could catch the wine jar in his arms, then he would definitely be a person with profound internal strength. If he could forcefully collide with the wine jar and knock it away, then at least he would be an expert in external martial arts. Of course, the possibility of him being directly hit by it was not ruled out… 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 a roundabout way.

Because Brother Jue's words were too shocking, it could be said that the group taunt effect was outstanding, and the hatred of the entire audience was instantly maxed out. Even those Shaolin monks, Renwu scholars, and Xiaoyao sect Taoists were shaking their heads. Not to mention the heads of other sects, almost all of them showed a look of disdain and sneered. As for the lower-ranking sect disciples and wandering warriors, they couldn't stand such arrogant words.

If Lu Shan hadn't taken the lead, it was estimated that some second-rate martial arts figure would have jumped out immediately and shouted something like, "Your Excellency has a big mouth. This humble one, so-and-so from such-and-such sect, is willing to learn from your superior skills," and then come forward to exchange two moves with Brother Jue.

Lu Shan was well aware that the worse someone's martial arts were, the less they knew how to control their strength. First-class experts were fine, but he was afraid that a few second- or third-rate nobodies would emerge, with vicious moves that could injure people's foundations.

But now that he, the drunken monk, had spoken, those juniors present, or those who knew their martial arts were inferior to this monk, would no longer be restless. With this first-class expert taking the lead in testing him, everyone else could just watch.

Lu Shan's own idea was… it would be best if this young Brother Feng could block the wine jar. When others saw his true skills, they would no longer bother him. If he couldn't block it, then his move wouldn't seriously injure him. At that time, he would know he was ashamed and leave.

He thought it through quite well…

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 took out the Death Poker and hid it in his palm, ready to defend. No matter how the other party made things difficult, Feng Bujue's strategy was to meet the changing situation with an unchanging response. Anyway, facing a slightly stronger attack, he only had that move [Shield "牌"] that was relatively safe.

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

But only a crashing sound was heard…

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

Feng Bujue sat on the 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 that golden force field, Feng Bujue's gaze only glanced over. The next second, he suddenly reached out, extending the teacup in his hand. At this time, the [Shield "牌"] just disappeared, and Feng Bujue's hand reached over, using 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 a jar." He smiled. "But I can't hold my liquor, so drinking this cup is enough." After saying that, he drank the small glass of wine he had caught in one gulp.

The whole place was silent…

When the experts present saw this scene, they all gasped, and they were all asking themselves one 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 any clues at all when she saw it again at this moment.

"In terms of internal strength cultivation… those who can use qi to stagnate objects are said to have integrated and mastered it; those who can release true qi externally can be called consummate; those who can transform qi into form can be called the pinnacle…" Suddenly, a gentle voice slowly narrated, its sound just right to be heard by everyone present.

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

Feng Bujue also looked up and saw a woman in purple clothes in her twenties sitting alone there. At first glance, this woman was beautiful, with snowy skin and jade-like face. Looking at her a little more carefully, she could be called as beautiful as flowers and dignified and elegant as the moon. Especially her eyes, charming and flowing, like autumn waves about to drip, making it hard for people to forget after just one glance. As the saying goes, "the beauty of a thought" is probably nothing more than this.

This woman's name was Murong Ying, known in the martial world as the Yunwai Xianzi (Fairy Beyond the Clouds). Although her skill could only be considered quasi-first-rate, her martial arts knowledge was extremely broad. It was rumored throughout the martial world that whoever could marry this Miss Murong would not only be blessed with beauty, but also be equivalent to marrying half a master. However, precisely because of this reason, Murong Ying was already twenty-five years old and still unmarried. She directly sent away those who came to propose marriage, and kept 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 was purely motivated by ulterior motives, so she simply rejected them all.

“…And this young hero Feng's martial arts is an even higher realm." Murong Ying continued what she was saying just now. "Controlling qi outside the body, qi presents as golden light. And transforming nothing into something, gathering and dispersing at will…" She looked directly at Feng Bujue, met his eyes, "People with this kind of internal strength cultivation haven't been seen in the martial world for three hundred years… I didn't expect this little girl to have the honor of seeing it today, I admire you, I admire you!"

Feng Bujue was overjoyed to hear this. This beauty was really too helpful. He originally thought that his bluffing scheme would need a little more effort to achieve the desired effect, but he didn't expect someone to actively cooperate, and she said it so logically that even he himself was a little intimidated.

Sure enough, Murong Ying's words instantly fooled everyone. This was also a very interesting phenomenon… When some abnormal situation occurred, but no one knew what the truth was, suddenly a person who was usually relatively reliable came out and expressed a personal opinion. Then, regardless of whether this opinion was correct or not, 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 about the golden force field. But at this moment, he was convinced that this Head Manager Feng in front of him was really an unparalleled expert!

"Hahaha… Murong girl has good insight! I knew this kid was not simple." Meng Jiu's laughter sounded. He didn't know when he had appeared, and at this moment he was sitting sideways on the threshold of the inn's gate, leaning against the door frame and drinking.

The fact that this Beggar Sect leader would go to the entrance of the village to squat there at night was also well known. When everyone heard him say "not simple," they automatically filled in a lot of content… It was as if Head Manager Feng had already fought Meng Jiu for three hundred rounds when he came to town last night, and finally won a few points while still hiding his strength.

While laughing loudly, Meng Jiu shouted to Lu Shan in the distance, "Monk Lu! You messed up, didn't you! Hahaha… you wasted that jar of wine!"

Lu Shan was originally a magnanimous person, and what happened just now didn't count as a loss of face for him, but rather a bit of a face-boosting thing, so he also laughed loudly: "Hahaha… Old Beggar! How could I be as stingy as you! To be able to witness such methods, what does a jar of wine count for?"

Meng Jiu's appearance, as well as his conversation with Lu Shan, once again broke the brief silence of the martial artists, and the rustling voices in the inn's lobby sounded again. Everyone discussed animatedly, and the focus completely shifted to the five people from the Broken Sword Teahouse. As for the little bird affairs of the Wanhua Building, they had long been thrown to the back of their minds.

At this moment, another person spoke from the second floor of the inn.

"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, who looked less than forty years old, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a heroic bearing. "Head Manager Feng…" He jumped lightly, his feet stepping in the air twice, and jumped directly from the second floor to Feng Bujue's table, standing firmly. "I've been waiting for a long time."

"Do I know you?" Feng Bujue asked, looking at him.

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

"What… he said he doesn't know Lin Chang?" "The number one expert among the Ye Manor's 'Six Swords of Flower Shadow', he actually says he doesn't know him?" "What is this Feng kid up to again?"

It was normal for the people around to be shocked, because the person talking to Feng Bujue was the head of the Ye Manor's "Six Swords of Flower Shadow." Compared with Gongsun Qian and Ji Tong, his martial arts were probably even better. Among swordsmen, excluding Xie San and Ye Cheng, he should be considered the third. Of course, the gap between him and the first two was still quite large.

"Hehe…" Lin Chang smiled, cupped his fists and bowed. "This one is Bikong Sword Lin Chang, waiting for Head Manager Feng for a long time. I wonder if I could invite all the heroes of the Broken Sword Teahouse upstairs for a chat?"