Jiang Xiaobai smiled and waved his hand, "It's nothing, Miss Ling Qiu, then I won't delay you in finding the person you like, so I'll leave." ”

Ling Qiu still grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's hand and didn't relax, only to see her biting her lips, her cheeks were slightly red, and she said hesitantly: "Honorable guest, do you have a crush? If not, what do you think of me?"

This Ling Qiu really took a fancy to Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai was worried about this, who knew which pot Ling Qiu really wouldn't open and which pot.

"Miss Ling Qiu," he didn't care much about it, hurt her, and said, "Don't hide it, I'm already interested in someone." ”

A look of disappointment appeared on Ling Qiu's pretty face, and only then did he slowly let go of Jiang Xiaobai's arm.

"Sorry to interrupt. ”

Ling Qiu was a little sad, burst into tears, turned his head and walked away.

Jiang Xiaobai sighed, he didn't expect that he had already made himself like this, and there were still people who looked down on him.

Ruoli doesn't know where to go, I don't know how many red men and green women there are on Tianque Peak, looking around, trying to find Ruoli in the crowd, it's really a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just when Jiang Xiaobai squeezed into the crowd to find Ruoli, the front suddenly became extremely lively.

Jiang Xiaobai took a closer look, only to find that it was actually Song Shijie of Yijian Mountain and another disciple of another sect who had a conflict over a female disciple of Jingciguan. The two of them fell in love with the same female disciple of Jingciguan, but neither of them was willing to take the initiative to withdraw, and they started to move their hands when they didn't say a word.

"Song Shijie, what kind of thing are you in Yijian Mountain, you dare to rob a woman with me!"

It was Wu Xiaoting of the Iron Sword Gate who spoke, carrying a wide-backed iron sword. This man is heroic, but he is extremely arrogant.

In the past hundred years, the development of the Iron Sword Gate has been very rapid, and among the various sects and factions that have come this time, in terms of scale, the Iron Sword Gate has been ranked in the top five, while Yijian Mountain is almost ranked in the bottom five.

In fact, he didn't blame Song Shijie for this, it was Song Shijie who first got into a conversation with the female disciple of Jing Ciguan, who knew that Wu Xiaoting found that the female disciple of Jing Ciguan who was chatting with Song Shijie was beautiful and very suitable for his eyes, so he stepped forward and offered to go to the side for a private chat with the female disciple.

Song Shijie and the female disciple were chatting happily, and Wu Xiaoting inserted a lever, clearly because he was unreasonable.

Wu Xiaoting relied on the fact that he was a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, and Song Shijie was just a disciple of the First Sword Mountain, so although he was unreasonable, he behaved confidently. If Song Shijie was not a disciple of Yijian Mountain, but a disciple of Wuxian Temple, Wu Xiaoting would definitely not dare to be so arrogant.

"What's wrong with my Yijian Mountain! Your Iron Sword Gate is so majestic! I was chatting with Senior Sister Ling Yan, and you stuck a pole sideways, what is the reason? Otherwise, I'll go to Uncle Su who is Jing Ciguan to reason with me now!"

Song Shijie lifted Su Juan out, hoping to use Su Juan to deter Wu Xiaoting. Who knows, Wu Xiaoting actually laughed.

"Song Shijie, are you all this capable of Yijian Mountain? What are you looking for Uncle Su! You and I are here now, if anyone loses, hurry up and get out of the way with their tails between their legs!"

Wu Xiaoting naturally didn't put Yijian Mountain in his eyes, so he didn't put Song Shijie in his eyes. Song Shijie originally didn't want to do anything with Wu Xiaoting, firstly, out of fear of Wu Xiaoting, and secondly, this is Jingciguan, no matter whether he is justified or not, as long as he does it here, he will offend Jingciguan.

But this Wu Xiaoting is aggressive, he is really too deceitful, and Song Shijie is also young and vigorous, how can he swallow this evil breath, and he suddenly jumped like thunder.

"Wu Xiaoting! Okay, let me learn you the tricks of the Iron Sword Gate today!"

Before the words fell, Song Shijie had already started the formation. Wu Xiaoting waited for this moment, took a step back, pulled out the wide-backed iron sword he was carrying, and pointed at Song Shijie, with a provocative smile on his face.

As soon as Song Shijie pointed out, a golden light shot out towards Wu Xiaoting, the corners of Wu Xiaoting's mouth rose obliquely, revealing a sneer, the wide-backed iron sword was horizontal in front of his chest, blocking the golden light that shot in, and then the iron sword slashed straight out.

Suddenly, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and Jiang Xiaobai, who was standing around, felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, blowing on his face, like a knife blowing.

And on the ground in front of Wu Xiaoting, a long, deep hole has already appeared, which shows how powerful this sword is. The incomparable sword qi rushed towards Song Shijie, just like the fierce tiger coming down the mountain.

Song Shijie is not a vegetarian either, after all, he is the eldest disciple of Yijian Mountain, he jumped in the air, changed eight directions in a row in an instant, and the sword magic power released eight sword lights in a row.

The people present were all monks, and as soon as the two of them exchanged hands, I don't know how many people gathered around them, and some people were already applauding.

It refers to the flexibility of the sword supernatural power, and the supernatural power of the iron sword gate pays attention to the heavy sword without a blade, so as to respond to all changes without change. The two can be said to be mutually reinforcing, and who can be superior depends on their respective cultivation.

Song Shijie's shot was as fast as lightning, and Wu Xiaoting's defense was as stable as Mount Tai, the wind could not blow, and the water could not splash in.

Seeing that the sword magic power could not help Wu Xiaoting, Song Shijie became more and more anxious in his heart, although the moves were getting faster and faster, he was also becoming more and more undisciplined. On the other hand, on Wu Xiaoting's side, although he mainly defensive, he fought steadily and steadily, and he didn't give the sword magic power a chance at all.

Many people present thought that the cultivation of the two should be indistinguishable between the two of them, but Jiang Xiaobai had already seen that Song Shijie had already messed up his mood and should be defeated soon.

"Don't fight, stop fighting!"

Ling Yan shouted loudly on the side, she didn't want Song Shijie and Wu Xiaoting to fight because of her, to be honest, she didn't fancy either of these two men.

"Senior Sister Ling Yan, look at it, see how I clean up this idiot of Yijian Mountain!"

Wu Xiaoting laughed a few times, and suddenly it was easy to defend and attack, and the wide-backed iron sword became light in his hand, and in an instant, countless sword shadows had already shrouded Song Shijie.

Song Shijie was secretly frightened, and quickly turned around to dodge, but he was still hit by a sword qi on the cheek, and suddenly a cut was made on his cheek, and blood gushed out.

Wu Xiaoting leaned his sword on the ground and said with a smile: "Song Shijie, you are not my opponent, for the sake of Senior Sister Ling Yan's face, I will spare you today, I won't embarrass you, hurry up!"

Although Wu Xiaoting said so, Song Shijie had already lost face. Song Shijie reached out and touched the wound on his face, and suddenly laughed evilly, the expression on his face was very cold.