So, junior brother, I am the right one.

The gray-haired old man watched in silence at the collapsed horses on the grand racecourse.

No matter what world you are in, only absolute power can solve all problems.

No one can stop you and threaten what you hold dear.

Aren't those who don't believe all this already dead?

Escape is just another kind of death.

Senior brother, you said you were going to follow your path, after twenty years, did you really get what you wanted?

This is a world of the jungle.

This is the reality of the world.

We're just getting started.

The old man stared coldly at the rioting and angry young people in front of him.

can't accept all this, it's just an ant that is about to be trampled to death, and as for the ant, it doesn't accept it.

Who cares about the opinion of ants?

"These things are over......"

"Why is it that only Da Zhou Juzi's horse has a problem?"

"Without two Xiliang horses, they can't get up...... I still don't have the ability......"

"It's really embarrassing ...... Da Zhou"

The martial arts test is a cruel place, and the cruelty is that it puts all the wins and losses on the surface, and everyone's emotions will be affected by the emotions on the field.

Seeing the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion riding their horses on the track, while the Great Zhou Juzi was paralyzed on the ground like a caterpillar, the onlookers suddenly felt that iron was not made of steel.

Some are silent, others are resentful, and more chatter, mockery and disappointment are rampant.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The biggest disappointment, of course, will not hesitate to throw it on the first person.

"Wasn't that woman still ahead just now......

"It's just a flash in the pan, and Su Qing Woman naturally can't be compared......"

"This kind of little girl still can't control the big occasion......"

"After all, that's the real thing......

She will not be the first to be praised, but she will always be the first to be reprimanded.

"You pickled ......"

The onlookers were very careful, and a sturdy young man on the sidelines was furious, clenching the handle of the knife and about to draw the knife!

Someone held his hand, "Hongshan, don't do this. ”

"But these mobs ......" Hong Shan's teeth creaked, and his eyes glared angrily at Li Wenyao who stopped him, "how can they ......?"

The young man's face was flushed, and he was about to die of anger!

However, at this time, a cold male voice suddenly came from beside him.

"What's there to be angry about." Nian Huazang looked ahead with a reserved expression.

"What do you have to be angry about?" He said coolly.

"But!" Hong Shan glared at him with disbelief in his eyes, "You can't ...... anything"

"What are you angry about," Nianhuazang raised his chin forward, calm and relaxed.

"My sister is not angry."

Hong Shan was stunned, and Li Wenyao on the side looked at Nian Huazang helplessly holding his forehead, who was the person who was so angry just now?

But......

Sister......

Li Wenyao raised his head and followed Hong Shan to look at the slender figure pointed by the Qianfu on the track in front of him.

At the same moment, Duan Lizheng also looked at the girl beside him in amazement.

The disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion had already run past the second lap at this time, and they passed by them again.

There were many men who were still whistling under Su Qing's instructions when they ran past Zhu Luan, the scene was extremely ugly, Duan Lizheng pressed his right hand with his left hand to suppress the urge to draw his sword.

He didn't even dare to look at her.

I don't know how to comfort her, I don't want to see her suppressed smile, I don't want to ......

Don't want to......

However, when he looked at her, he could only keep his eyes open.

At this time, all Da Zhou Juzi and Song Huaizhu, Xuezhai and others had already dismounted. The true yuan suppression of the Xiliang Sword Saint was concealed and impermeable, all the war horses had lost their fighting spirit and collapsed to the ground, and Wan Li also fell to the ground under Zhu Luan's semi-force.

The silent track was in stark contrast to the roaring disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, and even Da Zhou Juzi, who couldn't get on the horse, was embarrassed by her.

Looking at the slender figure that was difficult to move an inch, some of the people who couldn't get on the horse even had a secret pleasure in their hearts.

In any case, it is not a bad thing not to be crushed by this woman.

Compared with being surpassed by this girl, being surpassed by a noble girl like the Sword Saint's daughter, it is obviously a little better in some people's hearts.

The excitement of Huizhou Jieyuan, which is rumored to be able to solve anything, has long wanted to be seen.

She has taken away so much limelight, and it is time for retribution.

I have to say that there are still many people looking forward to seeing this woman's angry and unwilling expression, in order to comfort the grievances they have suffered in the past few days.

So at this time, the attention focused on Zhu Luan was more than Su Qing, who was in the lead......

I don't know if it's a little bit more.

However, when everyone looked at her half-mockingly, half-looking, and lively, the expectant picture did not appear.

The girl stood upright, like a slender bamboo.

People don't want to see this.

What they want to see is frustration, pain, anger, hysteria.

But there was nothing in this woman.

Even if she was overtaken, ridiculed, and all the advantages of her previous lead were wiped out, she still just stood there calmly, staring at the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion who were on the horse.

"Isn't she angry?"

"Pretended, huh? After all, women should die to save face and suffer crimes......"

"Is it ugly to think that you can't lose if you want to lose?"

No, it's not.

Monk Xuezhai looked at the girl who didn't move, Song Huaizhu's eyes were slightly deep, and Duan Lizheng, who walked to her side, asked questions about them.

"Zhu Ying, aren't you angry?"

The boy felt the smell of blood at the gums, he could feel that she was really not angry, he knew that she was not easy to get angry, but there was not even indignation in her eyes at this time.

Zhu Luan glanced at him and smiled, "Why are you angry?" ”

"It's his real skill." The girl's eyes were calm and serious.

The strength of the Xiliang Sword Saint is the power he has obtained by himself.

That's not about being angry.

Of course, she was only referring to the Xiliang Sword Saint.

Power is power, and how to use it is his business.

Accusing others of bullying others will not help. It is true that he violated the rules, but unless the national teacher Sang Yu makes a move, no one here can talk to the Xiliang Sword Saint about the rules.

But hearing Zhu Luan's words, the other cultivators were even more angry.

"Sure enough, women are soft bones!"

"What do you mean by insinuation! Are we inadequate? ”

The other cultivators who were originally shocked by the power of the Xiliang Sword Saint were dissatisfied at this time, and they always felt that it was uncomfortable for these words to come out of the woman's mouth.

But they couldn't figure out what was uncomfortable, and the discussion became louder and louder, and it became more and more difficult to hear.

"It's so high-sounding, do you want to hug the thighs of Xiliang Sword Pavilion?"

"Dreaming, huh? So what kind of gesture do you make? ”

The disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion had already run through the third lap.

Many Da Zhou's men suppressed the anger in their eyes, shook their heads and sighed, and went to the examiner to appeal, and some wanted to change horses, but the spare horses were also overwhelmed, and finally had no choice but to abandon Saiyang and leave.

But such a gesture was praised by other onlookers.

Being able to bend and stretch is at least better than the posture of struggling there.

"The horses can't get up, they're still embarrassed there, so don't give up the race and come back! I can't even afford to lose! ”

People were talking about it constantly, and a thousand words came together into one sentence.

"What can she do?"