Hua Zhuyi is a flower demon, Bai Zhu is very clear, so, after inquiring about her situation, Bai Zhu ignored Han Shi's objections, brought her back to Yuheng Palace, and used his own demon god power to suppress her demon energy.

She didn't want to connect with him, he had done enough for her!

Tomorrow is the disciple competition, thinking of Mo Rubing's smug and arrogant expression, Bai Zhu secretly gritted his teeth.

Qingluan seems to have a good impression of Hua Yanyi, and has been watching her silently, taking care of her, silently, sweeping away the pride and arrogance in the past, as if he also knows that Bai Zhu has been in a bad mood recently, and he doesn't bother her.

Early in the morning, Bai Zhu tidied himself up, a green silk hair was tied high with a light gauze headband, and the crescent white light gauze placket was shortly equipped with a pair of snow-white boots, and the boot body pattern was ancient and elegant, so that people could not see the source, but they sincerely liked it.

With a light veil on his face as usual, he stood in the middle of a group of Shushan disciples.

Such an outfit is naturally difficult to be criticized, and under the joke, some people coaxed and wanted to lift her veil.

Bai Zhu's expression was cold, and his right hand was combined into a sword finger, and he was about to urge the mana, but he was blocked by one person.

"Such nonsense, how can you become a leader!" Lu Huaiying looked at those Shushan disciples coldly.

Those Shushan disciples sneered, afraid that Lu Huaiying was the identity of Uncle Liubing's eldest disciple, but they scattered reluctantly.

"Senior Sister Zhu'er, are you okay!" As he spoke, Lu Huaiying's gaze fell on her face, and now that the veil was covering her face, he could only see her emotionless eyes, like water condensed into ice, so cold that it was bone-chilling.

"I'm fine!" Bai Zhu shook his head, not wanting to say more.

"Senior Sister Zhu'er......" Seeing that she wanted to leave, Lu Huaiying hurriedly grabbed her and sobbed: "The injury on your face...... I already know, Senior Sister Zhu'er, I just want to tell you that no matter what you become, you will always be the innocent Senior Sister Zhu'er in my memory, eternal and unchanging!"

In the end, Lu Huaiying actually mustered up the courage to look at her: "Senior Sister Zhu'er, don't be sad, I'm ...... I have inquired about the affairs of Luo Zun and you, I ...... I'll marry you...... Anyway...... I'm not afraid, I don't mind...... I'll marry you...... So ......"

Bai Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him funny: "Who told you that I was sad!"

"I ......" Lu Huaiying was interrupted by her, but she didn't know what to do, she just looked at her helplessly!

"Okay, the game is about to start, I'm going to prepare first!" Knowing that he couldn't see it because of the light veil, she still smiled at her, and the smile softened the ice-like coldness, like the melting of snowy mountains, and the sound of spring flowers could be heard.

Lu Huaiying smiled back at her, nodded, and watched her leave.

His junior sister has changed little by little in a place he can't see!

Lu Huaiying sighed lowly, although she was reluctant in her heart, she still had to admit that she was no longer innocent and innocent, but became elegant and indifferent, those eyes that seemed to be talking, I don't know when, they were as cold as water, and like Luo Chenyi, the coldness revealed from her bones isolated her from the red dust, making people dare not approach at all.

But he believes that he can use his warmth and love to heal her little by little, and remove the coldness in her eyes little by little!

Looking at the makeshift platform, the head of the house and the six elders sat above. And Mo Rubing stood obediently behind Qing Luo, smiling, as if the two were talking about something, Bai Zhu secretly gritted his teeth, gritting his teeth with hatred.

The thousand-year-old blood baby fruit, she wants to take it, and she will get it back little by little for the pain she suffered.

There are Shushan disciples constantly fighting on the platform, but from time to time there are Shushan disciples falling, and the cycle repeats itself, until there are only a handful of people who can stand beside Bai Zhu.

In the end, Mo Rubing looked at the situation on the stage, said in a low voice to Qingluo, and then stood in the center of the stage with a smile on his face: "Mo Rubing under Qingluo, please ,,!"

The young man who was the opponent didn't know what his expression was, which caused Mo Rubing to show a contemptuous expression.

After a while, the two of them fought each other, and between the staggered bodies, the young man seemed to want to please Mo Rubing, and as soon as he put away the long sword in his hand, he replaced the sword with his hand, and picked up the unimportant acupuncture points on her body.

Mo Rubing was annoyed for a while, and his backhand was a palm, which made the young man retreat.

This time, the position where the young man was standing was facing Bai Zhu, and she could see it clearly, and the young man's face was shocked, as if she didn't believe that Mo Rubing would do this to him.

Between hesitations, the long sword in Mo Rubing's hand had already been handed to his throat, and the cold tip of the sword forced him to raise his head, his eyes were painful and puzzled.

"You've lost,,!" Mo Ru snorted coldly, retracting his sword and not looking at him again.

The boy stumbled off the stage and walked out into the crowd.

Bai Zhu sneered, but it was just another Ling Feng who didn't have long eyes!

This young man is obviously much higher than her, but because of her unclear attitude, he fell in love, and he thought that he was full of love, but in the end it was a use, so how could he not be sad!

Bai Zhu was not like other disciples, jumping onto the stage, but through the steps on the side, slowly, step by step, extremely firm to step forward.

Mo Rubing looked at her proudly, her eyes were full of disdain, but her tone was very soft, as if she was really the big sister who knew cold and hot: "Little junior sister, your face is okay, let me see it! I really didn't want to hurt you that day!"

Bai Zhu stood coldly opposite her and didn't say anything.

"I know that women are proud of those who please themselves, but I didn't mean to, believe me, if not...... I was also very scared at the time, so I accidentally hurt you!" Mo Rubing looked at her anxiously and helplessly: "If you like this first, I will let you do it today, don't be angry with me!"

"Like ice, don't mess around, disciple comparison, how can you be so childish!" Qing Luo glared at her fiercely.

Mo Rubing pursed her lips, looking aggrieved.

Bai Zhu glanced at Qing Luo coldly, she was really a white-faced singer and a black-faced, she was almost tempted to sing!

"Hands-on ,,!" Bai Zhu was shallow and indifferent, and his voice was like a clear spring stone.

Mo Rubing approached her aggrievedly, lowered her voice very low, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Bai Zhu, don't forget what you promised me, otherwise you will ......"

Bai Zhu stretched out a hand, leaned in front of her, stopped her from continuing to get closer, and coldly spat out two words: "Do it,,!"

"Then you're welcome!" Mo Rubing scolded, the whole person retreated lightly, raised his hand is a sword, and swept towards Bai Zhu's waist, the strong wind secretly attacked, carrying mana.

The white bamboo is like the soft jade bamboo tip in the wind, the green silk is dragged to the ground, and it flies away like splashing ink, and the flexible waist narrowly brushes the long sword, but the whole person is not injured in the slightest.

Before Mo Rubing could turn around, Bai Zhu's whole person was like a phantom, spinning and attacking Mo Rubing's back heart.

Mo Rubing was startled, and hurriedly returned his sword to block it, and the whole person took advantage of the momentum to rise, landing in the distance, panting lowly.

Bai Zhu slowly straightened his body, looked at Mo Rubing's appearance coldly, and was indifferent.

With just two moves, Mo Rubing knew that she was not Bai Zhu's opponent, and wanted to remind her of her deal with her again, but she was afraid that people would notice and dragged herself into the water.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Rubing held the long sword obliquely: "Little junior sister, I know you are angry with me, you do this, I don't blame you,,!!

Bai Zhu snorted coldly, the speed was even a few points faster than just now, and the figure of Yuebai fell an afterimage in mid-air, but in an instant, he was already standing in front of Mo Rubing, and the dark wind raised the tight bundle of green silk, and on the forehead that was as smooth as jade, the red lotus that was as red as blood was blooming brightly, as if it was gently shaking.

Mo Rubing didn't expect Bai Zhu's speed to be so fast, and hurriedly slashed his hand to block it with his sword, embarrassed.

The two swords collided, flashing sparks.

Mo Rubing stared at her deadly: "Bai Zhu, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Bai Zhu glanced at her lightly, and her indifferent appearance made Mo Rubing's heart chill.

The long sword withdrew, and when Mo Rubing thought she had changed her mind, she had already taken a few steps back, threw the long sword in her hand, floated in front of her, slowly closed her eyes, her cherry lips moved slightly, her slender hand pinched her fingers like an orchid, and the green light swept through and poured into the long sword, and Bai Zhu's slender figure, like a wisp of green smoke, was inhaled into the long sword.

This series of actions was just in the blink of an eye, so fast that Mo Rubing didn't have time to react, and he found that Bai Zhu's figure had long since disappeared, leaving only the slender long sword, Qingmang was victorious, with a cold sword aura, stabbing at him like an arrow from the string, like a shadow, lingering.

But after a moment, it was already embarrassed.

Luo Chenyi's face was expressionless, just looked at it lightly, as if it was none of her business, Bai Zhu's cultivation was high or not, they were all his apprentices, no one could take it lightly, in his eyes, it didn't matter if she won or lost, as long as she tried her best.

Han Shi looked angry, staring closely at the long sword that kept scurrying around Mo Rubing, how much Bai Zhu hated Mo Rubing, he still had a bottom in his heart, but acting so recklessly, it was really nonsense.

And Qing Luo didn't know the reason, he only felt very surprised, and said to the drift ice on the side: "The disciples of Shushan have strange roots and bones, even if they have good roots, they often encounter bottlenecks, and now this Bai Zhu has actually practiced to the realm of the unity of human and sword, which is really not to be underestimated." ”

"Look good, don't talk!" Drift Ice clapped her hands, but her eyes kept on the field.

Scar's expression was complicated, looking at the long sword that kept flying, remembering what Bai Zhu said in Tianquan Palace that day, she became more and more puzzled about what the scar on her face came from.

And Qing Luo, who was sitting next to Lin Yuan, held the armrest on the chair tightly, staring at Bai Zhu in the field with his eyes, with a look of hatred, he couldn't wait to pull off a piece!

Lin Yuan glanced at Qingluo lightly, taking in her expression.