At this moment, the atmosphere outside the capital city can not be said to be lively or depressing, and the faint moonlight accompanied by a gentle breeze makes the towering and spectacular city walls seem quite quiet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in this seclusion, there are many mysterious monks with extraordinary momentum, and people continue to come one after another, both in the sky and on land, and in just half an hour, this place is like a night market, noisy.

Strangely, these dense exchanges seem to only spread among the crowd, and outsiders can't hear them at all......

"Are you...... Peach Blossom Monster?hahaha, how did you become like this?"

"Hey, unlucky, this body is too bad. ”

"Old friend Ouyang, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

"yes, we're finally alive, and we're glad to be alive. ”

......

In the midst of the muttering of words, there was such a conversation that caught everyone's attention......

"Dare to ask ...... little brother is"

"Noise. ”

This person's tone was cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away, as if revealing an inexplicable hatred.

The dozens of monks around him turned their heads and stared coldly at the man who spoke disrespectfully.

This person was in danger in dozens of eyes full of murderous intent, with a strong and domineering oppression, his lean body under a tight gray robe, in an instant, he looked as calm and tall as a mountain.

He was Yang Wuming, who returned here after wielding a knife to kill the judge and bidding farewell to Zhao Xuexin.

Although he was so nervous at this time, he still had to make an unfathomable and arrogant appearance, because the more this was the case, the more others would not dare to despise him, and they would not be sure of his true identity.

Although this move is quite witty, it is obvious that not everyone is willing to buy his account, how to say that these thousands of monks are all arrogant people, and they are all famous and rampant in ancient times.

To put it bluntly, everyone is following Wanhua, why can you kid pretend to be half a garlic on your head?

"What a big temper, I wonder which old friend your Excellency is?"

The first to speak was a female monk, dressed in a gauzy white dress, with a graceful figure looming, with a charming look between her eyebrows and eyes, but with an awe-inspiring and inviolable elegance and nobility.

The strong conflict between image and temperament makes her exude a peculiar charm, the most striking thing is that her soft snow hair, like an ice crystal snow waterfall, with a sparkling luster, adds a lot of charm to her temperament.

Yang Wuming just glanced at this person coldly, then sneered and did not respond.

In fact, the memory of the three thousand seeds in his mind is gradually improving, and he has almost mastered as many as half of them, but there is no part of this woman, so he has no choice but to maintain the mystery as usual.

This arrogant and disdainful appearance obviously angered many of the monks standing in the woman's camp in the field, and the dozens of monks in the rear were full of righteous indignation, ready to take down this guy who did not know how to be polite.

At this moment of tension, another person in the audience said with a smile: "This stubborn temper is as hard as a stone, I guess only those few people will have it." ”

As soon as these words came out, dozens of people who were about to do it just now showed hesitation and jealousy, and did not take another step.

The person who opened his mouth was a smiling young man, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with extraordinary instruments, but his eyes did not look very comfortable, and a pair of small inverted triangular eyes flashed with cold light, and at first glance he was a ruthless person with a knife hidden in his smile.

Yang Wuming squinted again, and couldn't help but be annoyed in his heart, this was still a monk he didn't know.

But if you continue to put on the same attitude, I am afraid that it will arouse the suspicion of the astute person.

He was silent for a while, then looked at this person and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, but your vision has not diminished. ”

An ambiguous sentence, without superfluous verbal embellishment, is afraid that it will be wrong to say too much, but it will not be beautiful.

The reason why he responded to what this person said was only because the two camps in the field were clearly distinguished, and he had offended the party led by the charming woman, so he naturally had to show favor to the other party.

Otherwise, if neither side is pleased, there will naturally be no place for him here, which will not be conducive to him infiltrating the interior of these seeds and carrying out the plan of destroying them one by one.

Sure enough, I saw the woman who spoke first whispered to herself: "After all these years, Bai Xiaoren's kung fu has not fallen at all. ”

"Snow girls, don't be weird when you speak. ”

The smiling man sneered, confronting him, and did not give in between words.

Yang Wuming was naturally happy to shift his focus away from himself, silently observing the changes in everyone's expressions, speculating on their mutual interests, and thinking about how to make the most of them.

At this moment, the voice of a third person sounded in the field......

"Are you two fools blind? Who else could this guy be?"

It's just that the voice sounds indistinguishable from a man, but no one can ignore it.

Dare to call the man and the woman stupid, but no one dares to refute it, and many monks avoid it as if they had seen a plague god.

Even the two people who were scolded only showed indignation, but they only snorted coldly and did not say a word.

Yang Wuming observed meticulously, and found that even the two seemed to be a little afraid of the comers, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

The crowd in front of me quickly dispersed, making way for it, and unexpectedly, a scrawny, poorly clothed child walked out......

"Knife idiot, is that you?"

The child's eyes were as cold as ice, and his face was completely unbefitting of his age, and he looked up at him and asked.

As soon as Yang Wuming made contact with the other party's eyes, a chill suddenly surged in his heart......

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly exploded......

"It's a knife idiot?"

"That madman said it all, it shouldn't be fake. ”

"No wonder you dare not to give face to the snow demon and the white gentleman. ”

"There's a good show to watch now, hehe......"

......

"Crazy?"

The child's face was stunned, his gaze turned behind him like lightning, and his venomous eyes locked on a tall middle-aged monk.

The monk broke out in a cold sweat for a moment, and without saying a word, he directly rose into the air and flew away towards the sky!

"Found ......"

The silver light in the child's eyes flashed, and an invisible spatial ripple suddenly appeared from his eyes, and immediately caught up with the figure in the night sky that was about to disappear from sight like a meteor catching the moon!

The next moment, the fleeing monk exploded like fireworks, and flesh and blood flew all over the sky!

Yang Wuming's eyes jumped, and he was shocked: What kind of demon method is this?

There was suddenly silence in the field, and everyone looked at Yang Wuming, and everyone's eyes became very strange.

Including the snow demon and the white gentleman, they all began to look him up and down with a suspicious gaze......