Here is still chatting, the game on the ring has already begun. Unlike Yin Ziluo, although Lan Meng is also in the late Jindan period, it is practical, and Guan Xiaozhao does not have much assurance over her.
The two saluted each other, and each took off. Guan Xiaozhao looked from a distance, but saw Xiao Chengmo sitting on the high platform in the north. He didn't wear a cloak this time. Although his skin was still white and his long hair was silver, he didn't shine much anymore.
Why did he come
There was a ripple in my heart, then faded away on its own. The sharp sword against Jiang Xinbai was a magic repair, and it was his duty to come and watch him.
"Above the arena, please also ask fellow daoists to concentrate!" Lan Meng held the purple ring, which could pass the side of Guan Xiaozhao's neck, and condemned her for being distracted during the battle in the arena.
"Sorry." Guan Xiaozhao knew that Lan Meng had let her go, and he also knew that his inattention was extremely disrespectful to Lan Meng. She restrained herself from paying attention to that person and put all her energy on the sword of longevity.
Just miss the first move, and lose all the battle. The God of Beilu shook his head and said: "Xiao Zhao is going to lose this game."
Yuan Qi didn't feel a pity: "Xiao Zhao is really great even if she is only fourth. She is only twenty years old, and it is not good to be too sharp."
Although Beilu felt that this teacher-nephew was too cautious as his master Yujing Zhenjun, Yuan Qi was not the rain mirror who had been working against him all day, and the hard work along the way made Beilu very satisfied, so even if he didn't agree with him, Did not refute him either.
After half an hour, Guan Xiaozhao faced Lan Meng's offensive from left to right. For some reason, there was a strong anxiety in her heart, which suddenly broke after a loud noise came from Jiang Xinbai.
The arena between Jiang Xinbai and the sharp sword was filled with thick black smoke, the protective shield almost collapsed, and several Yuan Ying monks tried their best to output spiritual power to prevent the arena from collapsing. The scene above the ring is completely unclear. If you can see clearly, everyone will be surprised—
That monstrous devilish energy did not come from Demon Xiu Sharp Sword, but Xian Xiu Jiang Xinbai!
Li Dao looked at Jiang Xinbai's eyes with fear, like a jackal meeting a tiger.
His voice trembled: "Are you... the magic repair?"
"Magic Xiu, Xian Xiu—heh, I don't know what I am." Jiang Xinbai was confused for a moment, and his eyes turned more sullen: "It's just that you saw it... but you can't teach you to survive."
Before she finished her words, the long sword had been inserted into the belly of the sharp knife, shattering his dantian!
The Qiyang Sect's Yuan Ying cultivator hurriedly repaired the ring, the black mist that was too thick to dissolve finally became thinner, leaking the situation inside.
At this moment, only Xiao Chengbao and Beilu were the only ones on the viewing platform who could see the situation in the arena clearly, but they did not hear the conversation between them. They just saw Jiang Xinbai's vicious methods and killed him mercilessly. .
Lan Meng and Guan Xiaozhao couldn't help but stare at the opposite situation. Winning and losing are common on the rankings, but the tragic death of losers is rare!
There was silence on the spectator platform, and then there was a sound of fine controversy.
This is killing!
And it's the magic cultivator who killed it. If it is not handled properly, it will cause a dispute between the two cultivators of the fairy and the magic!
Guan Xiaozhao immediately realized the crisis that Jiang Xinbai and even the He Tian faction was about to face, and he swiftly said to Lan Meng, "I admit defeat."
Then jumped off the ring.
Beilu stood up calmly and released a little coercion, so that he would not appear to be bullying but also show his importance, and shouted to Jiang Xinbai: "Evildoer! Standing stupid and doing something, don't get out of here!"
On the surface, he is reprimanding, but in fact it is maintenance. Tensed his nerves and stared at the Ghost Sea Demon Lord who was slowly getting up, lest he should be troubled.
"It's another defeat... It's really boring."
Unexpectedly, the other party only spit out this sentence bored, without even giving extra glances, and turned and left.
The fierce Demon Xiu who was sitting under him saw that the first master had such an attitude, so they had to die each other, and the two people went up and dragged the corpse of the sharp sword down.
Seeing that the two forces did not intend to fight, the host secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Quietly exited, and after walking far, he quickly rose into the air and headed towards Baimo City Lord's Mansion.
"Mrs. Mu Xue."
The guardian monk hurriedly saluted her.
"I have something important to report to the city lord, please pass it on for you."
After half a stick of incense, Mrs. Mu Xue saw Shen Wuchang. He still looked like he was lazy, but everyone who approached him wouldn't doubt that he could be easily torn open by Bai Mo Yuanjun.
"Only just above the ring, Jiang Xinbai killed Moxiu Sword. The method is cruel, and the process is unclear." Madam Mu Xue stepped forward to report the details to Bai Mo Yuanjun.
Her tone didn't match her delicate features at all, and she looked stubbornly boring.
Obviously, Bai Mo Yuanjun felt the same way.
"I haven't seen it for many days, doesn't Xiao Xueer want to narrate her thoughts to this gentleman?"
His tone was extremely frivolous, but his eyes were outside the empty hall.
"Don't make fun of the city lord."
Madam Mu Xue still lowered her head, her voice was dull and boring: "The subordinates still have affairs to deal with. I implore City Master Bai Mo to tell me how to deal with it."
"Tomorrow's battle for the top of the Golden Pill will continue as usual." Bai Mo Xianjun's voice suddenly returned to cold, as if all the romantic tenderness just now was an illusion: "Xiao Chengbao and Luo Yingzhen-huh, the timing is sensitive, they will not be there. The city of Baimo will be upset."
It is not these two old acquaintances that really need to be guarded against, but the immortal King Yazhou who is already on the way.
He seemed to be lost in thought, and Mrs. Mu Xue stood in the distance, humble and quiet like statues that can be seen everywhere.
"How far has the Yuan Ying stage ring been progressed?"
In the past ten days, it has been a game in the golden period in the morning and a game in the Yuanying period in the afternoon. Tomorrow is the battle for the top spot of the Golden Core, and the Yuan Yingqi game is also coming to an end.
"It's already the quarter-finals. In three days, you will be able to determine the top spot." Madam Mu Xue replied with her head down.
"I will go and see it myself tomorrow." His voice was as dark as a winter pine needle: "Go down."
"Yes."
In the inn of He Tianpai, Jiang Xinbai had already knelt for two hours.
She didn't say a word, and she didn't complain-just because it was Gu Meng Zhenjun who ordered her to reflect.
Guan Xiaozhao didn't see the situation in the ring, only when Jiang Xinbai killed the sharp knife and missed for a while, he wanted to intercede for her, but it was not easy to betray her to Gu Meng in front of Xiaobai. Then he secretly said to Lushen Jundao: "Master, Xiaobai knelt for two hours, but it's enough? On the ring, life and death fight each other, how can you easily grasp the scale."
The old god of Beilu Lu gave her a glance: "You don't understand."
Jiang Xinbai is indeed going too far. Although Gu Meng didn't see the specific situation, she must have found that the disciple was too hostile, so she punished her.
Guan Xiaozhao thought for a while, and still wanted to tell her one last sentence: "But Xiaobai will fight for the top spot with Heshengmen Lanmeng tomorrow. How can I do without stamina?"
"She can't win anymore. It's just right to lose to Lan Meng." Beilu sat down and poured two cups of tea, and one cup was pushed to her: "Xiao Zhao, you understand."
She understood the meaning of Beilu. Today Jiang Xin has shown enough limelight—and it's not a good limelight.
Guan Xiaozhao sat quietly opposite the Stele House, rubbing the tea cup with his fingers, and carefully raised the question that was pressing in his heart during this period of time: "When we entered the city, the Handan Yishenjun that we met... how is he now?"
Beilu was a little surprised: "What are you asking about him?"
Guan Xiaozhao was dumb and didn't know how to deal with it, but there was no plan to get to the bottom of the stele, but directly replied: "It looks like he was seriously injured, and he hid in Yandang Mountain alone. I wanted him to follow us. , It’s also good to take a breath and heal. But if the madman is willing to accept the kindness of others, then he is not his madman."
After he said, he sternly exhorted: "Don't like him."
Like Yi Hanzhi? That's her uncle's good deeds!
Guan Xiaozhao almost squirted out a mouthful of water.
Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Beilu continued to say: "I know whether there are young girls who like Yi Hanzhi. I think he is good-looking, with a bitter and heroic spirit, and I also think he has a personality—"
The Beilu warned Guan Xiaozhao: "You can see from the Yijia in Handan that the madman is cursed all over his body, and there is no good fruit when he touches it."
Xiaozhao is not ridiculous now.
It turns out that Master Beilu thinks of Handan orphans like this — cursed, lonely star of God
She couldn't drink this cup of tea anymore.
In the end, only Qiangyan smiled and respectfully retired from Beilu, and returned to his room, only to see Jiang Xinbai still kneeling, as hard as a rock on the coast, so battered and unwilling to change.
On the second day, it was the last match between Jiang Xinbai and Lan Meng. Until she stepped onto the ring, Gu Meng Zhenjun didn't want to say a word to her.
In the battle for the top of the golden core, Bai Mo Yuanjun was in splendid and beautiful clothes, Tai A Jian was on his side, and he was present. Every family and faction naturally got news, and all the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Transformation God appeared on the viewing platform today.
From this day on, the 500-year-old Billboard Meeting will truly gather.
Madam Mu Xue stood on the floating platform again, and the sound amplification technique made her voice heard in the audience: "The battle for the top of the Golden Core, He Tian sent Jiang Xinbai to Heshengmen Lanmeng."
Lost to Lan Meng? Jiang Xinbai thought sadly—Is this what you want, Master
She has nothing, but even the last pride will be lost.
Jiang Xinbai's sword is extremely slender, it doesn't even look like a sword, but a long cone. It can easily pierce people's hearts, but never find her faith again.
This slender sword almost penetrates Lan Meng's lower abdomen, turning like a snake when it approaches, piercing her shoulder blades!
How could she lose? You have to lose everything when you win, let alone when you lose!
Being able to keep Lan Meng alive is already her greatest kindness.
"Heshengmen Lanmeng admit defeat!" Zhenjun Honghu quickly shouted. He was also shocked by Jiang Xinbai yesterday, for fear that his best apprentice would die here.
Jiang Xin's white complexion remained unchanged: "Can you admit defeat?"
It doesn't matter if you don't admit defeat, she naturally has other ways.
Lan Meng hardly dared to look at her, as if facing a powerful and invincible enemy, the mouth of a fierce beast was right in front of her.
"… I surrender!"
When Jiang Xinbai withdrew from the ring and returned to the crowd of Hetian faction, the atmosphere was strange, disciples, I see you, you see me, I don't know whether to cheer or not.
Zhenjun Gu Meng turned pale, but he separated from the crowd and slapped her with his hand!
"Okay... You are really a good apprentice! If you are a teacher, you didn't listen to a word, did you?"
Zhenjun Honghu originally wanted to come over to express his dissatisfaction, but when he saw that Zhenjun Gumeng had already taught him personally, he ironed it in his heart and said nothing.
Jiang Xinbai didn't evade, she slapped the palm of her life without even using spiritual power to protect herself, and there were obvious fingerprints on her cheeks.
"Master is still willing to talk to me after all."
She was actually smiling, but her smile was plainly oozing: "You don't want to talk to me at all, so how can you not listen to me?"
Gu Meng Zhenjun was extremely angry and said coldly: "You don't have to stay in Baimo City anymore. Now just let me go back to the martial arts and think behind closed doors!"
She gave a brief explanation to the god of stele Lu, and immediately took Jiang Xinbai to leave Baimo City.
When God Monarch Beilu hadn't seen his junior sister still have such harsh words, he nodded indiscriminately and let them go.
Although Gu Meng Zhenjun left, the Fengyun Banghui will continue.
Three days later, the Yuanying stage competition also ended. Bai Mo Yuanjun attended three days in a row without making any comments, but ordered Mrs. Mu Xue to present prizes to those on the list.
The prizes on the list are all provided by the Baimo City Lord. The first prize on the Yuan Ying list is a flying sword forged by the ghost sea demon. The second place is a small bottle of erysipelas removing purple essence. The third place is a middle-grade treasure of water-based defense. There are prizes for the top 20, but for the next rankings, although the prizes are expensive, they are not rare.
The prizes of the Golden Pill List are much more direct and generous. The first place is five violaceous Yuanying Pills and two bottles of cyanogenic pill; the second is four violaceous Yuanying Pills and one bottle of cyanogenic pill; and the third place is three violaceous Yuanying Pills without cyanogenic pill. In the next ranking, the number of Yuan Ying Pills will be reduced first, and then the quality of the pill will be reduced.
Simple and rude, very in line with Shen Wuchang's style.
After the Yuanyingbang competition was over, it was the turn of the Huashenbang competition. This time, only the Lu Xi of the Lu Family and Jiang Chang of the Sanxiu Alliance signed up for the four major families.
Shenjun Jiang Chang stood on the ring early, but Shenjun Lu Xi was late.
He vacated about thirty feet above the ground, and asked Lu Zhixing on the viewing platform: "Now it's more than halfway past the agreed time for the test, dare you to ask God Lord Lu Xi when he can arrive?"
As soon as Lu Zhixing stood up, he heard Bai Mo Yuanjun's extremely indifferent voice: "The rules of the Billboard Meeting are naturally set. Since Lu Xi does not come, he will lose."
How important is the battle of the cultivator? Lu Xi didn't show up or even greeted him in advance. In light of it, he might have encountered an accident, but in a deeper level, he did not respect the Billboard Association, and even less respected City Lord Baimo.
Bai Mo Yuanjun let his own volume ring clearly throughout the venue. This was for Jiang Chang and Lu Zhixing, and even more so for everyone in Baimo City. His eyes swept over Yazhou Yuanjun, who had just arrived in Baimo City today, and turned his wrist to take a sip of spirit wine.
This event is destined to be restless.
Lu Zhixing smiled bitterly and bowed to Bai Mo Yuanjun, then turned around and made an apologetic gesture to Jiang Chang: "Lu Xi is rude, I am here to surrender to God Jiang Chang for him, and even more to Bai Mo Yuanjun and all present here. All senior friends apologize."
Lu Zhixing is full of posture. Although he is only a cultivator of Yuan Ying, he is qualified to speak on behalf of Lu Xi by virtue of his position in the family. Both the Baimo City Lord and the Sanxiu Alliance had no grudges against the Lu Family, and this matter should have been exposed.
"If there is no game today, wouldn't you let everyone go back?" Mo Yazhou's majestic voice suddenly sounded at the venue: "Why don't you let Mo Song go off the court and try to challenge the top of the Huashen ranking for your entertainment."
Yi Hanzhi is not the leader of the God of Change of the Wind and Clouds List!
His next table is God Monarch Mo Hui, and on the top table, Mo Yazhou is sitting.
Yazhou Yuanjun is the highest cultivation base present, and he is already in the late stage of integration. Therefore, no matter how extraordinary the words of God Monarch Mo Song were, he was sure that no one would add more beaks.
Although the power of Yi Han in its heyday had won Mo Song, the situation is now clear. The Mo family is determined to cut Yi Han to Baimo City. Naturally, it will give Mo Song a trump card enough to win, not to mention Yi Hanzhi. Has been seriously injured.
Everything is under Mo Yazhou's control-he is 80% sure that Yi Hanzhi is at the venue, even if he is not there, he will take the initiative to send it to the door after hearing about the challenge of the Mo family.
And the friendship between the "Moonshadow Two Heroes" is not there, and they have old enemies. Shen Wuchang is extremely arrogant. Since Yi Hanzhi has cut his robes with him, Shen Wuchang has never thought about his old feelings anymore.
He originally wanted to solve Yi Hanzhi outside the city, but now he doesn't know where he is hiding, and directly challenges it at the Billboard Meeting, which is not a bad choice.
It just happened to let the cultivation world recognize that the Handan Yi family no longer exists, and the Mo family is the first family, isn't it
Guan Xiaozhao's whole body was trembling—why the Mo family had to put people to death!
That was her only blood relative, even if Yi Hanzhi might not know it, it even threatened her life.
She had complained about Yi Hanzhi, but when she saw the coffins of the Yi family in Handan City, the new incense and the tablet of Yi Xiaoxiao this year, she could no longer remember her hatred for Yi Hanzhi.
She hoped that Yi Hanzhi had escaped, hoped that he would not be so selfish, hope that he would not be so rebellious—
She hopes Yi Hanzhi will live.
After Yazhou Xianjun's voice fell, the silence did not last long. God Lord of Monument Lu endured forbearance and forbearance, and finally couldn't help standing up, and said in a teasing tone as much as possible: "Israel Yazhou is not going to break our gang of juniors. Yi Hanzhi is just a stage of transforming gods. If Yuan Jun wants to see a battle, I will fight for Yuan Jun and Yi Shenjun. Why is it necessary for Daoist Mo Song to end in person."
"Stele House, since you are a junior, I have to teach you a few words for my old friend." Mo Yazhou sat down on his wine case and said slowly: "I am your elder, elder. Speaking, is there any room for you to interrupt?"
Qibing Yuanjun is the ancestor of Xiaoyao Shenjun, the elder of the Hetian School's combined period. Mo Gu Yuanjun mentioning his name is not only to refute the stele house with the repression of his elders, but also to alert him to consider himself and his sect and not to talk about it.
The Stele House stood alone, without saying a word, with his head down humble, but he couldn't sit down anyway. But Mo Yazhou was right. He was no longer the ranger at the time—behind him was the He Tian faction.
He could neither sit down nor say a word for Yi Hanzhi. This heavy sorrow made him pick up the wine glass, salute Mo Yazhou from a distance, and swallow it with his mouth. The liquor burned his throat, and it hurt more than when he was struck by the sky thunder.
At this moment, behind the city lord's mansion, a figure walked across the clouds on the top of Yandang Mountain. He has ink ribbons in the mysterious clothes, with lacquered hair like crow feathers, sharp eyebrows, and an unsheathed rapier in his palm.
"Mo Jiaxiao is young, really like a bunch of mad dogs."
He stood on top of the ring in an instant, scanned the audience with arrogant gaze, and finally fixed himself in the direction of Yuanjun Yazhou: "Let you be treacherous, or desperate to strangle me here, what's the matter with Yi Hanzhi? fear!!"
Originally, the audience in Yazhou Yuanjun Town was in an uproar: "It's Yi Hanzhi! Yi Hanzhi is really here!"