Zhao Zhuohai is a tall man.

Dressed in a black robe, his face was thin but his axe was sharpened, and he was extremely sharp.

Those eyes, in particular, were chilling.

He directly ignored the pointing and pointing of others nearby, and stared at the huge and imposing mountain peak in front of him.

Hanging Mountain.

There was a disdainful and cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "Ye Xiao, if I defeat you, the entire Western District will be completely trampled under my feet, what kind of face do you have to participate in the "Mountain and River Tea Party"!"

Leng Shikui behind him was a tall man, with a scar on his face that looked a little hideous and terrifying, and he said a little unwillingly at this time: "Hmph, I am a light enemy, otherwise I will not lose to that woman!"

Zhao Zhuohai strode towards the Hanging Mountain without saying a word.

Leng Shikui's fists were clenched very tightly and he walked up.

Behind him, many warriors from the Western District followed, and they also went up to the Hanging Mountain.

At this time, the Hanging Mountain had already gotten the news, and it did not prevent Zhao Zhuohai from entering the Hanging Mountain, which was a kind of bearing.

Otherwise, the door would not have dared to open.

Isn't that a joke.

But at this time, Ma Yufei and the other elders were worried, they were not worried that Ye Xiao would not be able to deal with Zhao Zhuohai. , but now Ye Xiao is in retreat.

There is no intention of going out of customs at all.

What can I do?

This matter is really tricky, he shook his head helplessly, and made up his mind in his heart.

Even if he loses face, he can't disturb Ye Xiao.

Retreat is the most taboo, and temporary success or failure is nothing, after all, the "Mountain and River Tea Party" will start in half a year.

When the time comes, there will be an opportunity to find a return to the field and slap in the face.

With that mind, Ma Yufei walked out with many elders.

At this time, on the square of the Hanging Mountain, Zhao Zhuohai and Leng Shikui were standing in the middle, and many Western District warriors who rushed over were watching and whispering.

The disciples of the Hanging Mountain all looked at Zhao Zhuohai and Leng Shikui with unkind eyes.

If the eye can kill, the two of them have been cut by a thousand knives by now.

Zhao Zhuohai's face was full of disdain, his eyes surrounded the audience, and he said lightly: "I'm here to challenge Ye Xiao today, it seems that he is not here, is he scared, he doesn't dare to come out, and he wants to be a turtle with a shrunken head!"

As soon as the warriors of the Western District arrived, they were looking for Ye Xiao's figure.

But I didn't see it either.

At this time, when he heard this, his brows furrowed, should this Ye Xiao really be reborn.

How can you coax it at this time!

Even if it's a fiasco, it can't be like this!

The disciples of the Hanging Mountain all glared angrily when they heard this, Ye Xiao was now an idol in their hearts.

How can it be so insulted!

Ma Yufei's face was also extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Ye Xiao is still in retreat, and it is inconvenient to accept your challenge for the time being!"

"Retreat, who are you fooling, if you don't dare to fight, you don't dare to fight, what are you doing with so many excuses!"

Leng Shikui sneered with disdain on his face.

The attitude is very arrogant and bad.

"Hmph, I'm here to fight you!"

Yu Wenbo couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up and said loudly.

"Who are you, and what qualifies you to fight me!"

Zhao Zhuohai looked at Yu Wenbo and said coldly.

"You can try it if you are qualified or not!" Yu Wenbo took a deep breath, the true qi in his body spread, and he took three big strides forward in an instant, and the treasure knife on his waist came out of its sheath with a bang.

Fall into the right hand.

Then slash down.

The sword is mighty and heavy, as heavy as Mount Tai, and floods like a river, and it is out of control.

The air was cut and shattered, making a piercing and high-pitched sound.

Everyone's eyes flickered, this Yuwenbo has gone through the baptism of the "Star List", as well as the opportunity of the secret realm of the stars.

The strength has improved a lot.

But Zhao Zhuohai was full of disdain, and quickly slapped his palm and shattered the knife.

Then he descended like a tiger.

The body rushed forward, and his two fingers actually caught the treasure knife that Yu Wenbo had not had time to withdraw.

Yu Wenbo's face changed.

True Qi burst out, intending to reverse the sword and sweep down the momentum.

But the treasure knife didn't move at all, as if it was fixed somewhere, his eyes were full of disbelief and looked at Zhao Zhuohai, and he muttered to himself: "How is this possible..."

"Hmph, don't measure yourself, with your strength is 108,000 miles away from me, take your own humiliation!"

Zhao Zhuohai's face was extremely disdainful, and he kicked out as soon as the words fell.

Yu Wenbo fell to the ground like a bird with folded wings, spitting blood from his mouth, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

Everyone gasped when they saw it.

It's too strong, this Zhao Zhuohai is really strong.

Yu Wenbo is like a baby in front of him, and there is no room for backhanding.

Immediately, he clenched his fists, what could he do.

It's not the Hanging Mountain, it's the entire West End.

Zhao Zhuohai's tone was as disdainful as ever: "This is the sect where Ye Xiao, the first person on the "Star List", is really a weak mess, it can be seen from this that Ye Xiao's strength can't grab there, and it's just a waste in front of my eyes, if you don't dare to fight, you can just take a detour when you meet our martial artists in the southern region in the future!"

Arrogant, really arrogant.

Everyone gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

Just when everyone was a little desperate, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps.

Everyone looked over, only to see Ye Xiao, who was dressed in blue, striding over.

The pace was brisk and calm, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and for some reason, everyone's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

All have an idea.

Ye Xiao is here, maybe everything has taken a turn for the better.

"You're Ye Xiao, you don't look very good!"

Zhao Zhuohai looked at Ye Xiao and said coldly.

The corners of Ye Xiao's mouth were cold, and he said lightly: "I don't know how I am, but I know that you are dead, and those who dare to challenge me will end up extremely miserable, and you are no exception!"

"Haha...."Zhao Zhuohai laughed angrily as if he had heard some incredible joke, stared at Ye Xiao, the corners of his eyes shrank, and said, "I want to see what you have to make me miserable!"

Ye Xiao shook his head and smiled: "Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu has no water to fry and waste it with you, let's shoot!"

"Wind Palm!"

Zhao Zhuohai was really angry, the true qi in his body spread, like substance, and the whole person was like a blower with full firepower, very powerful.

The whistling palm wind was like a raging wind, extremely fierce, and Ye Xiao also noticed that there were very subtle but rhythmic waves in Zhao Zhuohai's palm wind.

This is the wind pattern.

This shows that his research and understanding of the artistic conception of wind has reached a deep level.

No wonder he was so strong, Ye Xiao estimated that Zhao Zhuohai's strength in front of him might already be at the same level as Yan Soul Tian.

The South Side is indeed much stronger than the West Side.

But it's really weak in front of him, it's not worth mentioning.

At that moment, the Blood Drinking Sword was instantly unsheathed, and it slashed horizontally in succession.

This chapter is a little late, sorry, good night everyone!

(End of chapter)