Sword intent is an invisible sword.
This sword originates from the depths of the main hall and pierces straight to the door of the hall. The profound true energy that Elder Li Shan has cultivated for hundreds of years is all within it. No matter whether the world is tangible or not, it will be split in two by this sword, no matter whether it is Luoluo or not. Chen Changsheng, who had a dagger in front of his chest at any time, would never be able to stop the sword.
There was a sound of piercing through the air, and a figure came like thunder and came to the sword.
With a soft snap, Xiao Songgong's seemingly unstoppable sword intent was actually blocked like this!
What shocked everyone in the hall even more was that the only thing blocking the sword intent was the palm of both hands!
The palms of those hands were shrouded in sword light, glowing with a faint golden color, as if they were cast from gold!
There was a dead silence.
There was a series of crackling sounds between Elder Xiaosonggong's sword intent and the palms of those hands.
The next moment, there was a series of crackling noises in the night outside Weiyang Palace!
The sword and palm were still in front of everyone's sight, but the surrounding air seemed to be shattered.
The night outside the temple seemed to have been shattered.
Boom!
The formation outside Weiyang Palace, which prevented the autumn wind from entering, broke instantly!
The slightly cold night poured in from countless doors and windows, blowing the robes of the teachers and students in the courtyards whistling, even the light of the night pearl seemed to be shaking a little at this moment!
The people who were a little closer to the gate of the palace fell back and forth again and again, their faces were pale, they couldn't breathe, and naturally they couldn't shout out.
Such a powerful collision of true energy, such a terrifying impact result.
The hall was still dead silent, only the sound of the night wind whistling.
The sword intent gradually dissipated.
The palms of those hands were slowly retracted.
The owner of those palms is a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and ordinary manner. This middle-aged man is a little fat, wearing a silk shirt full of patterns of copper coins. He looks like the most common rich man in the countryside. There is a bit of a gentleman, standing in the palace looks particularly uncoordinated.
This ordinary middle-aged man, with only a pair of fleshy palms, lightly blocked the furious sword of Elder Li Shan, Xiao Songgong!
The middle-aged man withdrew his palm, looked at Xiaosong Palace in the depths of the hall, with a meaningful smile on his face, and then retreated behind Luoluo.
When he stood in front of Luoluo, he was an ordinary rich man, and when he stood behind Luoluo, he was also an ordinary rich man. He didn't show a trace of a master's demeanor, and he didn't deliberately suppress his breath to play the housekeeper.
Because now he is an ordinary rich man, he only likes money, especially gold.
But the people in the hall definitely don't think so. The eyes of the people looking at this middle-aged man are full of shock and confusion.
The man who can stand against Li Shan elder Xiao Songgong should at least be a person of the level of Mao Qiuyu, the head of Tiandao Academy. How can he be an ordinary rich man
The people of the Southern Mission were even more shocked and speechless, especially the young disciples from Li Shan. They couldn't figure it out. , but this middle-aged man was able to stay in the wind with only a pair of fleshy palms!
Xiao Songgong stood behind the banquet and looked at the middle-aged man at the gate of the palace, with complicated emotions, as if he remembered something, but he couldn't believe it.
There was a very slight cracking sound.
The voice was very soft, only Guan Feibai and other Li Shan disciples who were closest could hear it.
Only they could see clearly that there was a crack on the saber scabbard around Elder Xiaosonggong's waist!
As ion disciples, how could they not understand what this meant
It's not that it's against the court, it's not that it doesn't fall behind, that seemingly ordinary middle-aged man actually won the elder Xiaosonggong in this competition!
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The hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were on the ordinary middle-aged man behind Luoluo.
Xu Shiji's face was livid, and his heart was already in a turbulent state. He knew that the female student of the National Education Academy named Luo Luo had a mysterious origin and an extraordinary life experience, but he never expected that she would be able to subdue a strong man with such terrifying strength as his subordinate. Who is that middle-aged man? ? Who is this little girl named Luoluo
The robe on Xiao Songgong's thin body fluttered gently, it was blown by the night wind outside the hall, and it was also because his hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly.
In the previous confrontation, they separated only in an instant. It seemed that there was no victory or defeat, but he knew that he was defeated, and he suffered serious injuries. The strength of the young man, but something, someone that he vaguely remembered.
Something from that year, someone from that year.
Xiao Songgong looked at the middle-aged man with slightly narrowed eyes, hesitated, and asked, "Are you..."
The middle-aged man stood behind Luoluo, and coughed lightly twice. He could hear that he was also injured in the previous fight.
The coughing sound was very light, and fell on Xiao Songgong's ears, but it was like thunder.
The middle-aged man said, "Yes, it's me."
Xiao Songgong's face suddenly changed, his old cheeks were as pale as snow, his eyes were filled with endless anger, but he couldn't conceal the deepest throbbing fear.
"Golden Law!"
"How will you be here!"
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Elder Xiaosonggong's angry and resentful shouts echoed in Weiyang Palace.
Other than that, there is no sound.
Everyone was stunned. There was no confusion in the eyes of the middle-aged man, only shock, or awe.
Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai and other disciples from the inner sect of Li Mountain had all heard of the greatest hatred of their master uncle in this life, so they looked at the middle-aged man with extremely complicated eyes at this moment.
Even the proud and indifferent Tang Sanshiliu was startled when he heard the name Jin Yulu. He stared at the middle-aged man with wide eyes, as if he wanted to make sure that what he saw was a real person.
Chen Changsheng knew this middle-aged man. All he knew was that this middle-aged man was a housekeeper next to Luoluo. The meals delivered by Baicao Garden every day were carefully arranged by this person. He had fought with this person several times. Talking, I didn't see anything special, I just felt... This middle-aged man is very wordy, and he looks like an aunt.
The middle-aged man is Jin Changshi in the Herb Garden.
How could Chen Changsheng have imagined that this butler Jin, who looked like an aunt, would be such a powerful man.
But he had never heard of the name Jin Yulu, so he couldn't understand the dead silence in the hall and the strange eyes of everyone.
Jin Yulu is a legendary figure in this continent.
Back then, the Human Race and the Monster Race joined forces and fought against the Demon Race year after year. He served as a food and grass officer three times.
Grain officers are very important, but if they fail to meet their deadlines, it may cause devastating and tragic consequences.
He said that when the food, grass and military equipment can be delivered to any place, they will definitely be delivered, and there will be no accidents.
Because he says what he says.
Anyone who questioned his decision has fallen in the northern snowstorm.
Jin Yulu, the leader of the four great generals of the Yaozu.
His Majesty Emperor Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty personally praised the imperial pen: the golden rule!
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Mao Qiuyu, the dean of Tiandao Academy, sighed softly and stood up.
King Chen Liu had no choice but to stand up.
Mo Yu had a headache, rubbed the space between his brows, and finally stood up.
With Jin Yulu's combat experience and virtue, he naturally deserves such courtesy, but for the above-mentioned big shots who know the secrets of Baicao Garden, what is more important is that Jin Yulu has already revealed his identity, so someone should naturally reveal his identity. Identity, since everyone in the hall has to get up, they might as well get up first.
The Ivy Banquet tonight must be recorded in the history books.
A little later, the rest of the people in the hall finally came to their senses.
Their eyes moved from Jin Changshi to the little girl in front of him, moving slowly because it was heavy.
Everyone in the Southern Mission turned slightly pale, Guan Fei Baiyin was unwilling, and his breathing became rough.
Gou Hanshi looked solemn, thinking that he had been in the capital all along.
In the seat of Tiandaoyuan, Zhuang Huanyu got up slowly, his eyes were full of pain, his body shook slightly, and he looked a little lost.
From the first night of the Ivy Banquet, countless people have been speculating about the identity of the little girl in the Orthodox Academy.
People only know that her origin must be extraordinary and her life experience is mysterious, but no one can guess it.
To be precise, no one dared to guess in that direction.
Tonight, Jin Yulu stood quietly behind the little girl, and the identity of the little girl was naturally ready to be revealed.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at Luo Luo with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was quiet and no one made a sound.
After all, someone needs to break the silence.
Chen Changsheng turned around and looked at Luoluo quietly.
Luo Luo lowered her head and murmured, "Sir, I didn't mean to lie to you."
She once said in the Orthodox Academy that whenever Chen Changsheng asked her, she would definitely answer.
Chen Changsheng didn't ask.
Now you know without asking.
But something always seems to be missing.
Seeing the little girl's nervous appearance, Chen Changsheng laughed, and asked gently, "Who are you?"
She thought for a while and said, "I am Luoluo."
Chen Changsheng said seriously: "This is not a bad thing, it is something to be proud of."
"Yes, sir."
Luoluo raised her head, looked at the eyes with different expressions in the hall, and calmly took a step forward.
The night breeze entered the palace, and the blue hair fluttered lightly on her cheeks.
She is a little girl in a college skirt, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, still childish, just ordinary.
But she took a step forward and stood in front of the whole world, in front of everyone.
Her college skirt seemed to have turned into a royal robe, and a sense of nobility emanated from her body.
Everyone felt their eyes brighten.
The whole palace seemed to really brighten up.
This is real luxury.
People subconsciously avoided her gaze, some even took a few steps back in panic, and no one dared to meet her gaze.
Not fear, but too bright.
She is like a newborn sunrise.
Calm and red and warm, but enough awe and distance must be maintained.
She looked at the people in the hall calmly and proudly said: "My surname is Baidi, Baidi's Baidi."
In the Western Demon Realm, there is a big city in the depths of the region. It is majestic and majestic at the origin of the River of Forgetfulness, and the Red River flows around the city for 800 miles.
The name of the city is Baidi City, because Baidi lives in the city.
She is the only daughter of the contemporary Baidi.
Both sides of the eight hundred miles of Red River are her land.
She is Luoluo.
She is His Royal Highness Luoluo.