(Recommended reading:?Zhou Liang sneered: "Hidden head and tail rat, get out of here!"

Before the words fell, a trace of white cold air appeared around him, and in the next moment, hundreds of crystal clear snowflakes suddenly condensed, each snowflake was the size of half a child's arm, like the most beautiful work of art in the world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the sharp edges of thin blades, and the sharp hexagonal sharp cones like needles, cast a cold aura of death.

These snowflakes were like coquettish snow-colored elves, spinning rapidly around Zhou Liang, leaving white phantoms in the air.

Before Zhou Liang's voice completely disappeared, hundreds of white elves suddenly **** out, like bright meteors across the night sky, dancing out of a graceful trajectory, like a big net cast out, almost sealing every corner of the hall, and finally converged towards the center point above, with a sharp whistling sound, deafening.

Pan Gu, Teng Ming, Mu Xinying and other young generation decided masters, and they all sat quietly in their seats.

They seemed to be indifferent to everything that happened, but in fact, for Zhou Liang, a young master who suddenly rose and stood tall with them, these young masters were also a little curious, wanting to know whether Zhou Liang was a straw bag touted by the Xinyun Sect to put on a façade, or a rising star who really had real talent and learning.

As soon as the ice crystal snowflakes came out, everyone's hearts were slightly startled.

It is not amazing to condense snowflake ice crystals in an instant, what is amazing is that Zhou Liang can control hundreds of snowflakes so accurately at the same time, and the streamer generally flies in the hall, but he did not touch any tables, chairs and tools, nor did he enter within three meters of other people's positions...... This requires an incomparably strong spiritual sense and a subtle spiritual dispersion technique to do so.

With this hand alone, Zhou Liang can be regarded as a character.

Someone began to secretly face Zhou Liang.

In the next moment, an exclamation sounded in the air, ripples like water ripples in the transparent air, and a vague figure began to loom under the encirclement of snow-colored ice crystals, and every time the ice crystal snowflakes hit, this figure became clear, and in the end, when there were still more than fifty ice crystal snowflakes left, a short and thin figure with a slightly rickety back, like a dwarf, appeared above the hall.

"Song Wuji!"

Someone in the crowd outside who saw this scene exclaimed.

Before the words fell, the man's eyes were round, his face was shocked, he fell down on his back, and died of exhaustion, I don't know when, between his eyebrows, a blood hole the size of a steel needle appeared, and blood beads slowly seeped out of it, and a woman next to him, obviously the man's wife, after staying for a while, reacted and cried loudly.

"Hmph, I don't know whether I live or die, but I dare to call this seat by its name. ”

Song Wujian was surrounded by ice crystals and snowflakes, and smiled coldly, obviously he suddenly shot and killed that person, the reason was simply that the person unconsciously called out his name in surprise, the weight of murder, the ruthlessness of scheming, it was really terrifying and terrifying.

However, only those who know him know that this killing machine is actually aimed at Zhou Liang.

What really annoyed Song Wujian was that Zhou Liang sat motionless in his chair, and he actually broke his invisibility so easily, but that person was a little unlucky, in such a situation, just because he said the wrong word, he became a pitiful substitute for Song Wujian to vent his anger.

Zhou Liang's heart was slightly angry, the ice crystals were strangled, and the cold was great.

Song Wujian laughed, his body slammed, turned into a black mist of nothingness, and at the moment when the ice crystals were encircled, he escaped, his figure flashed, and he fell to the ground, and he came to an empty table close to Zhou Liang.

"I will kill you. Zhou Liang said word by word.

Between the Tang Sect and the Xinyun Sect, there is already a lot of hatred, aside from the one-eyed dragon in the ruins of Westminster Abbey, the master of the Tang Sect has repeatedly assassinated Zhou Liang, the battle of Wudang Peak, the "Old Black Dart" and "Blood Droplets" are also aimed at Zhou Liang, so that Zhou Liang has already had the intention to kill, not to mention that this sect based on assassination in the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, for the sake of money and treasures, unscrupulous means, killing countless people, is really a tumor among the Terran sects, and it should have been eradicated a long time ago.

As soon as Song Wujian appeared, he plotted against Zhou Liang, and between the two, they never died.

"Kill me?" Song Wujian smiled coldly, with a dwarf-like figure, with a withered face, mung bean-like eyes, and an indescribable ugliness and hideousness, he said: "There are too many people who want to kill me, and their fate will eventually be cut into pieces by me and soaked in wine, oh, let me calculate, how many people in the Xinyun Sect have been killed by me, one, two, three...... Forget it, you can't count the many more, little ghost, you won't be the last. ”

Zhou Liang sneered and ignored it again.

If it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere in the tavern was a little weird today, and the purpose of many young masters was unknown, Zhou Liang would want to kill this dwarf now.

"This dwarf, I have wanted to slaughter him for a long time, but it is like a loach, it is not easy to catch!" Pangu reminded Zhou Liang: "You still have to be careful, what you see now is just the appearance of him after his disguise, maybe the next time you see him, it will be a beautiful man with a good demeanor...... The Tang Sect's disguise and concealment technique is really a must in the Great Yan Cultivation True Kingdom. ”

Zhou Liang nodded and wrote it down.

Among the information collected by the Heart Cloud Sect, there is a lot of space about Song Wuji, and the key point has been mentioned that this person has a lot of incarnations, and he is elusive, and few people know what his true face is, and he is a very terrible opponent.

"Are the people of the Heart Cloud Sect so arrogant and domineering? A mocking voice suddenly came from outside, and a young man in a Confucian shirt shook his head and walked out of the crowd, looking a little down, with a scruffy beard, a white Confucian shirt covered with stains, and a dirty flying sword on his shoulder, and walked in with vague steps, and when he entered the door, he almost tripped over the threshold.

If you look closely, you can clearly distinguish that the Confucian shirt worn by the young man is the style of Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhou Liang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he knew the identity of this person in an instant.

Peanut.

On the surface, this name is simply a bit earthy and will not attract people's attention, but if you know that it represents the name of a person who can almost fight against the younger generation of Shengxuanyuan in Wuzhuang Temple, then you will not and dare not take it lightly.

In the information given by the Heart Cloud Sect, Luo Huahua is also a very terrifying figure, before the rise of Saint Xuanyuan, he was the first person in Wuzhuang Temple, shrouded in countless halos, and his cultivation speed shocked the entire Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, setting a record of being the youngest to enter the Innate Dao Spirit Realm, and was regarded as the helmsman of the future Wuzhuang Concept without any competition.

And at the beginning of the rise of Saint Xuanyuan, he could also compete side by side, not inferior.

It's a pity that Saint Xuanyuan is too amazing, and later he gradually surpassed this person, breaking the various cultivation records set by Luo Peanut, and finally defeated him in a head-to-head duel, Saint Xuanyuan's light alone almost obscured all the geniuses of the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, and among the new generation of Wuzhuang Guan, he was the only one who could compete with Saint Xuanyuan.

It is rumored that even Saint Xuanyuan once personally commented on Luo Peanut, four words - "can fight".

It's a pity that a mountain is not allowed to be two tigers, the peanuts are amazing, but they are always a little bit worse, after a chase, after all, they are still covered by the light of St. Xuanyuan, from the struggle, confrontation to the current downfall, the peanuts have never been able to get rid of the shadow of St. Xuanyuan, and finally gradually ordinary in the past ten years, the reputation is not obvious, the edge has converged, and it is about to be forgotten.

Now his sloppy and dirty appearance, compared with the momentum of Sheng Xuanyuan, who is as pure as snow, high above, and dominating the world, is definitely too far and too far, it is simply a heaven and a place, but even so, the real master never dares to underestimate this person, ten years ago, he has already become the existence of the innate Dao Spirit Realm, it has been a few years, even if it is down, it should not be underestimated.

Unexpectedly, even this monster appeared in this tavern.

What is it for?

Just when Zhou Liang was slightly stunned, he saw that the peanut was staggering, like a drunk, and fell crookedly in his direction, and a sour and rotten breath that had not been bathed for a long time came to his face.

Zhou Liang's face changed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Boom!

The footsteps of the falling peanut stopped suddenly, and with a stabbing sound, the hem of the dirty Confucian robe cracked.

A look of surprise flashed across his face covered by the unruly hair of the fallen peanut, and he suddenly laughed, without saying anything, stumbling to another empty table not far away, sitting down on his own, taking out all kinds of food and wine from the storage ring, and eating and drinking as if no one was around.

Jiang Yue of the little Leiyin Temple at the next table frowned, the sour smell coming from the falling peanuts was really difficult to accept for a woman like her who loved beauty and had a habit of cleanliness.

On the other side, the Divine Son and the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Law Sect also frowned slightly, and a layer of invisible ripples flickered around them, isolating the smell.

"This dirty and stinky Huazi, why did he come out and be embarrassed again?" Mu Yi, one of the "Leiyin Double Arhats" of the Little Lei Yin Temple beside Jiang Yue, snorted coldly and sneered: "The guy who has already passed his anger, don't you still admit defeat? It's really pitiful, pitiful!"

The voice was neither loud nor small, but it was just enough for everyone in the tavern to hear clearly, obviously deliberately for Luo Peanut.

However, the peanuts that were eating and drinking like a storm and clouds were like a whirlwind, but they didn't know whether they didn't dare or disdain, and they never made any reaction.

Seeing this scene, many people sighed in their hearts, if it was the previous falling peanut, I was afraid that I would have drawn my sword in an instant - in fact, if I changed it to the peerless falling peanut before, it is estimated that Mu Yi would not dare to say such a thing, and now this scene can only make people sigh, the cruelty and ruthlessness of the road of cultivation, even if you were once peerless, once you fall, even your allies may step on you.

However, Zhou Liang did not have the slightest contempt for the falling peanuts.

The fingertips of his fingers on the table dripped, and a drop of blood flowed out.

The two of them secretly fought just now, and the dark energy they emitted certainly stopped Luo Peanut's staggering steps, but the power of the countershock shattered his fingertips, such a strength is definitely not below him, and the powerful spiritual sense and sixth sense intuition cultivated by "Saint" made Zhou Liang faintly feel that the body of this seemingly down-and-out young man contained an extremely terrifying power that hibernated like an ancient giant beast.

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The arrival of Luopeanut made the originally small tavern almost full, and in the end only an empty table remained.

Zhou Liang had a little expectation in his heart.

Since today, for some reason, the top masters of the younger generation of the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom are all gathered here, that one person's light almost covers all the geniuses of the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, will it also come here?

The last time we met, it was a year ago, at that time Zhou Liang was just a rookie, a more powerful desolate demon could make Zhou Liang hang up, at that time facing the tide-like momentum of Sheng Xuanyuan, he had no power to resist at all, he could only make a humiliating three-year covenant, Sheng Xuanyuan's lofty demeanor, as if he was giving alms, and now, Zhou Liang has become a top young master who is proud of the younger generation of the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, and has the capital to confront Sheng Xuanyuan.

If Saint Xuanyuan appeared, Zhou Liang hoped to be able to observe the extent of this old enemy's strength.

A year ago, Saint Xuanyuan was the pinnacle of the Innate Dao Spirit Realm.

Now that more than a year has passed, with his crazy cultivation speed, it is possible even if he advances to the realm of the Dao Emperor.

Zhou Liang secretly calculated his true combat strength, at this time, against the Holy Xuanyuan, he might not be able to win the battle, but at least he would not have to worry about his life.

It's a pity that Zhou Liang was disappointed in the end, because Sheng Xuanyuan never appeared, and the table in the middle of the hall was always empty.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

No one spoke.

The young masters are very reserved.

Mu Xinying closed her eyes and lowered her eyes, and slowly flicked the mutton fat jade rosary in her hand; Whispering something, Jiang Yue always had a winkling eye; Teng Ming always came out of the dust, without saying a word, quietly looking at the table, as if he was looking at the most beautiful scenery or a woman in the world; the Miaofa Divine Son and the Miaofa Holy Maiden of the Miaofa Sect also closed their eyes and waited; Song Wujian sat on the stool, because he was a dwarf figure, so a pair of small short legs swayed softly, humming an unknown song in his mouth, and his quiet and peaceful appearance made it difficult to associate him with the murderous butcher.

Outside the tavern, a large number of cultivators and crowds gathered.

Being able to see the demeanor of the young generation of top masters in the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom at such a close distance is a very attractive thing for many people.

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