Guan Xiaozhao turned his head and looked around, but saw a beautiful female nun who separated the crowd and walked slowly.
She wears a golden hairpin on her head, a green drape on her upper body, a cyan skirt on her lower body, embroidered with gold silk and silver thread, her shoulders are half exposed, her waist is gripped, and she is extremely luxurious and charming.
The whispers in the crowd pointed out her identity: "Fairy Ziluo!"
The female nuns who can generally be called fairies are either outstanding in strength or outstanding in virtue. Although Xue Ziluo didn't have any top-notch features, there were a lot of people who were obsessed with her.
Jiang Xinbai responded with a gentle smile at her provocation, and her words were indeed full of disapproval contempt: "If you have something to talk about, you have nothing to give way. I don't need me to teach you, Fairy Ziluo?"
Speaking of Yin Ziluo and Guan Xiaozhao’s holidays, she is probably the senior sister of Mo Chanyuan and the elder of the Acacia Sect.
Although the strength of the Acacia faction is not what it is, it is true that they rely on men in the field, and all of them have a lot of guests under the skirts, so they are often arrogant when they go out.
Although Jiang Xinbai is extremely talented and has a rapid cultivation base, in Yin Ziluo's view, the power of her Yancheng Jiang family has long ceased to exist, and Jiangling wind is struggling to support an empty shelf. Jiang Xinbai at this time is just a bereaved dog, where is it worthy of being praised by others
It's just that she just said bad words that may not hurt Jiang Xinbai at all, but it pierced into Guan Xiaozhao's heart bloody.
What kind of thing is she Xue Ziluo, where can she dare to slander Yi Xiaoxiao!
"If Fairy Ziluo feels dissatisfied, just sign up for the arena. Anyway, Senior Sister Jiang and I will sign up. We have to see who can make it to the end."
Yin Ziluo turned his head to see that there was a 14-five-year-old girl beside Jiang Xinbai, whose cultivation level turned out to be in the golden age.
Then he glanced at it and said, "Who are you?"
"Under the seat of Lu Shenjun of the Hetian School, Guan Xiaozhao." She sneered, looking back at Yin Ziluan with a more arrogant look.
Guan Xiaozhao knew that Mo Chanyuan had transmitted the images before her death back to the Mo family or the Acacia faction, and Yin Ziluo also knew how Mo Chanyuan died.
Although Mo Chanyuan was not killed by Guan Xiaozhao, she had settled with Liangzi from the Hehuan School. As for Liangzi with the Mo family, they have long existed.
Now Guan Xiaozhao is not afraid to clarify. What to do? Come to fight!
"Okay, okay!" Yin Ziluo smirked, although she didn't pay attention to her at first, now she has recognized who she is after listening to her introduction.
Although she didn't dare to say that she could win the first place in the Golden Elixir period, it was definitely more than enough to pack the two girls who had just entered the Golden Elixir period.
When swords were drawn here, in the Baimo City Lord's mansion at the foot of the Yandang Mountains in the distance, Shen Wuchang had just sent away the drunken stele and reclining on the main seat made of Jin Yaoshi.
His long, jet-black hair had not been tied up, but scattered randomly on the ground, in a lazy and romantic posture. The Chinese clothes were a little loose, the muscles under the half-open chest were tight, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, but the circulation revealed a bit of danger.
Taia, the broad sword, which is said to weigh 196,000 jin, was placed at his feet. The huge palace was silent and empty, and no one dared to disturb him.
There are altogether ten altars in Baimo City with 8,000 years of peach blossom stuffing. After being drunk by the Stele House, I walked along with Yi Hanzhi, but at the end he didn't detect the whereabouts of Yi Hanzhi.
He must have been owed to Yi Han in his previous life, so he would be broken for him. This bastard still doesn't appreciate it.
However, in this palace that was as silent as a deep sleep, footsteps suddenly sounded, clear and even, as if they had made a special trip to wake the city lord on the main seat.
Shen Wuchang suddenly opened his eyes, looking like eagles, and scanned the Chinese-clothed youths of His Royal Highness.
The man came from the shadows, but seemed to cover up all the darkness. Even if the intestines are all black and the heart and liver are rotten, the appearance of the skin is still the first-class handsome and romantic.
The city lord on the main seat rolled his eyes to see him walking in a leisurely courtyard. He turned around at his feet, and Shi Shiran sat down on the carved long-backed chair at the lower end.
Shen Wuchang let out a cold snort from his nose: "You really are not dead."
"A lot of people are dead, but I can live well."
Xiao Chengmo didn't care about his horizontal eyebrows coldly, but smelled the smell of the wine that was full of the temple: "You really can afford to entertain Luo Ying. It's just that the guy looks stupid, but he is also a fierce wolf. I'm afraid it will prevent you from getting cheap."
"What about you?" Shen Wuchang picked up Tai'ajian from under his feet and stood in his hand: "Since you are back, don't you want to take over your Wanbaolou Wangchuan City, why do you come to me?"
Shen Wuchang and Xiao Chengmo are definitely not friends, at best they can be regarded as old acquaintances in their early years.
Xiao Cheng's tapir leaned back and said something irrelevant: "Even if the Tai'a sword is 166,000 kilograms, it may not be as easy to use as the Lingshijian."
"How did you know the Lingshijian!"
Shen Wuchang stood up suddenly, with a terrifying aura in an instant.
Xiao Chengpao slowly stood up, although he was far from a great realm, he did not appear to be weak.
"I can tell you plainly that the Lingshijian is in my hands. And I can return it to you as long as you help me catch someone."
However, in a few moments, there seemed to be countless confrontations between them.
Then Shen Wuchang asked: "Who are you looking for?"
Xiao Chengmo said: "Xue Shazi-or Ning Linghou."
The pressure of Shen Wuchang's body faded, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You, a cultivator of God, are you going to coerce a monk with a fit to catch another demon with a level of fit?"
It sounds overwhelming!
But Xiao Chengmo replied frankly and indifferently: "Naturally. If I can beat him, I only need to shoot myself, why come and ask you."
Shen Wuchang walked up to two feet in front of him, his eyes condensed slightly: "... You suppressed the cultivation base?"
It has been hundreds of years since Shen Wuchang has been promoted to fit the body, and it is natural to see the cultivation level of Xiao Chengbao. He clearly has reached the state of integration, and only has to overcome the catastrophe, but he wants to suppress his cultivation in the stage of transforming the gods.
Bai Mo Yuanjun unceremoniously laughed as if he had discovered the most interesting things in the world, and said, "You don't want to spend the thunder catastrophe of the body phase! How many cultivators have exhausted their destiny but can't go further, but you are born to ascend yourself to heaven. Lu Feng, is it because he is afraid of thunder and robbery?"
Xiao Chengmao calmed down and waited until he had laughed enough before Gu Jing said, "Then you agree or not?"
Shen Wuchang said sternly: "The appearance of Ning Linghou has already signaled the crisis of the Demon Realm. If he takes the initiative to show up, I will naturally not sit back and watch. I don’t care where you learn about the Lingshi Sword, and whether the Lingshi Sword is really there. In your hands. I will try to capture Ning Linghou, and interrogate the Demon Realm's intentions, but it is not for you."
The conversation in Baimo City Lord's Mansion is quiet and secretive, and is not known to outsiders. At this moment, the atmosphere in the ring area triggered a small climax during the registration period.
Guan Xiaozhao, a monk of the early Jindan, under the seat of the God of the Hetian School, and Xue Ziluo, a monk of the late Jindan, the elder of the Hehuan School, set a life-and-death battle!
The Golden Elixir competition on the Fengyun list was originally waiting for tomorrow and evening, all registrations were closed, and then randomly grouped, and finally competed for the top spot in the form of catching the right. However, life and death is a special form. Two applicants designate each other as their opponents in the first arena, regardless of life or death.
The old monk at the registration office repeatedly confirmed to Guan Xiaozhao: "Your opponent is the fairy Ziluo in the late Jindan period, young man, don't be impulsive."
"Thank you senior for your warning." Guan Xiaozhao humbly bowed his hand to him, but expressed his unrepentant thoughts: "I have decided."
In the eyes of the onlookers, this is undoubtedly an extremely stupid decision. There are already a lot of male repairmen in front of Xue Ziluo to compliment him, hoping that she can be happy for a while and make herself a minister of the skirt.
But Jiang Xinbai changed his gaze to look at Guan Xiaozhao, and raised his eyebrows after walking away from the ring area: "Only this time, you can make me look down upon him."
Guan Xiaozhao smiled and said, "So you never looked down on me before?"
Jiang Xinbai sneered and said, "You are not a weak person, but you hide and hide your head and tail, teach me how to look down on you?"
Guan Xiaozhao said: "I used to be uncomfortable with those who are spoiled and willful. Now I feel that if I sprinkle it occasionally, it is really refreshing to my feet."
They were walking and talking, but saw that the casino on the side of the road had been out of the game, and Xiaoer of the shop was hanging the game card between Xue Ziluo and Guan Xiaozhao outside the door.
"They are well informed." Jiang Xinbai said, "I have a more refreshing way. Do you want to try?"
She strode into the casino, Guan Xiaozhao hurriedly followed, only to see Jiang Xinbai threw a storage bag on the counter: "50 high-grade spirit stones, Guan Xiaozhao beat Xue Ziluo."
The shopkeeper glanced at Jiang Xinbai in a little surprise, then issued a note, explaining: "The odds for Xue Ziluo and Guan Xiaozhao are currently one to ten. The guest officer has closed the slip."
A few gamblers behind smiled and said that she was going to lose everything, but the shopkeeper and Jiang Xinbai ignored it. Suddenly, a young man and a half sprang out from nowhere, with red lips and white teeth, so handsome, and a storage bag slammed on the counter: "Five thousand high-grade spirit stones, imprison Xiao Zhao to win!"
Now even the shopkeeper was dumbfounded-
Five thousand high-grade spirit stones, but the price is higher than the price of the top prize in the Golden Core Period! Who is such a big deal
The shopkeeper tremblingly drew out the bill and handed it to the young man. The young man winked at Guan Xiaozhao and smiled, and left like Fei.
Jiang Xinbai: "Your suitor? He looks good, but smiles too wretched."
"I don't know." Guan Xiaozhao shook his head and said, "It's indeed... a bit wretched."