The battle between the two generations of Tianjiao in Xiling seemed so anticlimactic that everyone didn't expect it, but just a one-hit fight still made everyone fascinated.

Maybe for those mortal realm martial artists who don't have much eyesight, the two of them just performed a move each, but for those martial artists who have been immersed in the mortal realm for more than ten years, the gap between the fighting skills displayed by the two Tianjiao and them is desperately huge.

There was no doubt that the use of Aoki's True Qi was already at its peak, and the hundreds of Mortal Realm martial artists present asked themselves if they could take it unscathed in the face of that Thousand Green Python Killing Punch, and the answer was obvious.

For most martial artists in the Mortal Realm, it is possible to block Gongzi Shen's casual blow only if he has his hole cards, but Tang Luo, a fourteen-year-old boy, actually played a blow lightly and did not fall behind, which simply subverted the three views of the martial artists watching the battle.

In the face of Tang Luo's invitation to fight a decisive battle of life and death, Gongzi Shen took the initiative to retreat, which was very disappointing.

After all, in the eyes of most people, they don't care how much of your Mishen's inner drama is and how thoughtful you are, they only see that your Mi family's Tianjiao is instigated in the face of the Tang family's Tianjiao's provocation.

Therefore, as Luan Yin disappeared into the sky, Mi's children silently withdrew, and this Jiang Lin battle has officially come to an end.

"Tianjiao, Tang Luo!" the first victory cry containing enthusiasm erupted from the phalanx of the Tang Clan's disciples.

What followed was a riot in the atmosphere of the audience, and everyone frantically shouted Tang Luo's name.

"Tang Luo, Tang Luo!"

"Tianjiao, Tianjiao!"

On the ground, in the trees, tens of thousands of warriors shouted a person's name in unison, such a scene, even after ten years, there will still be people who remember.

Fourteen-year-old Tianjiao followed the gram and forced the twenty-five-year-old son Shen.

On a large tree in the distance to the east, stood three people in strange costumes, two large and one small.

They wore hats and cloaks and wrapped their bodies tightly, and the three of them occupied an entire tree, which was in stark contrast to the crowd of people standing in the surrounding trees.

As for why there were only three of them on the tree, or because one of the tall cloaked men was standing in the void.

Standing in the air is an important symbol of the fierce realm, just ask who dares to ride with the fierce realm, so this big tree with an excellent view was actually occupied by three people.

"Brother is so majestic!" said the diminutive cloaked man as he reached out and grabbed the cloaked man standing aside, and said emotionally.

The cloaked man on the side stretched out a snow-white slender hand, patted the back of the little cloaked man and said, "Xing'er will be so majestic in the future, Ma Ma believes you." ”

"Hmm!" the little cloaked man nodded vigorously, looking at Tang Luo in the Jiang forest full of envy.

The cloak girl turned her head to look at the cloaked man standing in the void, and said proudly: "When you were as old as Luo'er, were you so powerful?" ”

The cloaked man standing in the void said in a particularly deep voice, "No. ”

These three people are Tang Sen, Xu Shuhui and Tang Xing.

Tang Luo's first appointment battle was still against the Tianjiao of the previous generation, how could his family not be there.

It's just that the identity of the first seat of Wutang is very sensitive after all, so Xu Shuhui dressed the three of them like this, although it is still eye-catching, but it will not cause a riot.

Seeing his son standing in the ginger forest enjoying everyone's cheers, the pride in Xu Shuhui's heart was about to be full.

Wusheng Shan Buxiao's words made her son the laughing stock of Xiling people for a while, how she was afraid that her good son would collapse, but it turned out that Tianjiao is Tianjiao, even if he is buried in the soil for a while, he will bloom his own light one day.

Tang Luo stood in the middle of Jiang Lin, his suit was blown by the wind, and he looked at Mishen, who took the initiative to retreat, with a smile in his eyes.

Being able to surrender without a fight is undoubtedly a particularly cost-effective thing for him, it doesn't matter how much spiritual power is spent on other people's fights, and he is no different from cutting meat.

It was not easy to accumulate 3659.4 spiritual power, but it was 150 points less with just one shot of the Wu Luo Finger.

If he really fights with Mishen, he will definitely win, but the expenditure of spiritual power may reach two thousand points, which makes Tang Luo unbearable.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly the best result to be able to force Mishen back.

And the biggest reliance on daring to directly talk about a life-and-death duel instead of a competition is of course not his own spiritual power, after all, the other party still has an evil spirit, and he is really mad, who can stop it.

But on the way over, he accidentally found a few people in strange costumes on a big tree in the east, and the numbers above their heads were exactly the same as the three of Tang Sen.

So, just fight, there is someone behind Lao Tzu, Tang Luo thinks about being a special single.

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Star Pavilion in the west of the city

After Tu Tong's death, the owner chose another person to sit in the pavilion, who was also a strong man at the peak of his transformation.

But this time, Hua Ji seems to have lost the enthusiasm to take the initiative to make friends, although he still respectfully greets and salutes every time they meet, but the desire to have a good relationship with the other party seems to have passed away with Tu Tong's death.

Xingchen Pavilion opens every morning, and after selecting nine warriors, it closes the pavilion, and day after day, thunder does not move.

And Hua Ji's work will end after the departure of these nine martial artists, but in the past, he had to carefully clean up the cultivation room, you know, there are a total of seventy-two cultivation rooms in the Star Pavilion, and now only nine are in use, and the remaining sixty-three are equal to vacant.

The vacant room had to be cleaned more diligently, so Hanaji was so busy that he didn't go home once for half a year.

And today, it was the first time he took the initiative to leave the cabinet and return home after becoming the shopkeeper, which made him hesitate a little.

I haven't seen him for half a year, whether Xingyu will complain about herself, the originally determined young man is afraid for no reason.

Since Tang Sen was promoted to the head of the martial arts, Chang Fu was transferred to the martial arts hall to help him take charge of some trivial and complicated things, and the affairs of the Tang Mansion were handed over to the rest of the old stewards.

Because Hua Ji is already the steward of Tang Luo's industry, he is no longer a subordinate of the Tang Mansion, and naturally he has lost the right to enter and exit the Tang Mansion freely.

The gatehouse and front yard are in charge of Chang Le.

"Shopkeeper Hua, how can you come back today. The young Chang Le bowed his hand to Hua Ji, he had a good impression of Hua Ji, the young shopkeeper who was suddenly promoted, so he was extremely polite.

"Chang Guan is polite, I'm here to find Xingyu. Hua Ji returned the salute and said embarrassedly.

Chang Le shook his head, took out a wooden card from his arms and handed it to him: "The flowers in the house are all cooked, so I won't take it." ”

"Thank you, Steward. Hanaji took the wooden sign with both hands and said gratefully.

Walking in the familiar courtyard, Hanaji suddenly had a feeling of unreality, walking through the front yard, bypassing the atrium, and seeing that he was about to come to the area of the next person, Hanaji was suddenly a little scared.

I haven't been back to the Tang Mansion for half a year.

Hanaji took a deep breath, walked to the maidservant's room, and knocked on the door.

"It's coming. A female voice as clear as a yellow oriole rang out in the room.

When the door opened, it was Xingyu, looking at the strange and familiar person in front of them, they were stunned.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl leaned behind the door, and since she saw Hua Ji, she hid timidly, and even that cute little face was unnaturally stiff.

It's as if it's not her lover in front of her, but a bad guy.

Hua Ji couldn't believe it, why hadn't he seen her for half a year, how could that cute and lively girl become such a stranger, he said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoyu, I'm Brother Aji, don't you know me." ”

He stepped forward and tried to grab Xingyu's hand on the door frame.

The little girl watched Hanaji's movements, like a frightened fawn, and quickly took a few steps back, and distanced herself from Hanaji.

"How so, how so. In the unconscious murmur, Hanagi's eyes were full of misery.

The outstretched hand froze in the void, and he only felt a dagger in his heart, and the pain of not even being able to breathe made him freeze in place.