Lige left Hanyuan Hall with a crimson smile.

Then, before he had walked a hundred meters away, almost more than eighty percent of the people on the entire Sword Peak got the news.

Jianfeng, picking flowers.

As we all know, there are no inner disciples on Jianfeng, except for a few of Jin Baiyu's personal disciples and the two or three apprentices accepted by the disciples.

This is the residence of the outer disciples.

Most of the people on Sword Peak gathered in this large courtyard.

The land of Jianfeng is vast and sparsely populated, and there are different small courtyards in the flower picking house, or some disciples like to be clean, and they open up a small courtyard alone in a remote place in the area, which is also sparse and ordinary.

In the past, it was rare to see more than five people gathered in the flower picking house.

Today, there were a lot of people standing.

Everyone stood or leaned on the surrounding railings, bamboo forests, etc., as if they were deliberately tidying up, and they cleaned themselves up very cleanly.

From the outside, the young people with feminine or delicate faces bathed in the sun are simply a stunning beauty.

It's a pity that the expressions of the people in the beautiful scenery are not very friendly.

A young man wearing a crown of hair and looking at a well-dressed look looked around irritably, and finally couldn't help but speak, "You just watched him show off his might?!" ”

The young man next to him who was dressed in purple and had a very feminine appearance glanced at him, and his face was very gloomy.

"Heh, you have a good saying, you have the ability to find him yourself."

"Zhan Qingyu! What do you mean by that??! ”

"What do I mean?" The purple-clothed young man raised his eyelids, and the corners of his mouth clearly outlined a sarcastic arc, and he dragged out his tone that was already slow and lacking in energy, "It means that some people don't dare to be the first bird, and they still pretend to be irritable and coax here." ”

"Zhan Qingyu!" The young man with the crown had a bruised tendon on his forehead, and his eyes were almost about to erupt into flames as he glared at the young man in purple, and he had already begun to draw his sword in his hand.

"That's enough—"

A soft, but slightly hoarse voice interrupted their impending skirmish.

Strange to say, this voice at first glance has no deterrent effect, and even the volume is as light as a breeze, as if it came from a person with insufficient strength.

But when his voice fell, the two fighting-like figures immediately froze.

Obediently shut his mouth.

Even the courtyard, which was noisy just now, is quiet at the moment.

Everyone exchanged glances, and finally their eyes fell on the person who spoke.

It turned out to be a man in a wheelchair.

The man had long, dull dark blue hair, which was not eye-catching, but when the sun flowed, his long hair also faintly flowed with a sheen.

You can't help but linger your gaze.

On the contrary, his long hair is as deep as his complexion is pale.

Unlike the fair skin of normal people, there is no blood on his face, even his lips are pale, and with his cold and indifferent gaze, he is like a snowman on an iceberg.

Weak and lonely, when the sun shines, it will melt under the heat.

Not far from him, Zhao Shayu looked at the man's side face, and a trace of imperceptible shock flashed in his eyes.

How did this man come out?

This person actually came out?!

Wait, how did he forget before, on this sword peak, the person who is most in line with the image of Jin Baiyu's dead fiancé is not this Jimo Yunran!

It's just because this person has basically not stepped out of his yard for a few years since he came to Sword Peak.

That's why they subconsciously forgot about this most competitive opponent!

The young man with the hair crown who had quarreled before said to the man, "Senior Brother Jimo, why are you here?" ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Jimo," Zhao Shayu picked up the young man's words, his voice was gentle and considerate, full of care, "Although the sun is still acceptable these days, the wind is still a little strong, you take a cold carefully." ”

He had to find out the purpose of Jimo Yunran's appearance.

If it's like them, it's to compete for the position next to Jin Baiyu......

A trace of resentment and jealousy flashed in Zhao Shayu's eyes.

Jimo Yunran raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

That glance was like a sudden cold wind in the world, with frost, which made Zhao Xiaoyu feel in a trance - he was seen through by this person!

Jimo Yunran did not answer Zhao Shayu's concerned question.

Instead, the two attendants beside him with calm faces politely said to Zhao Shayu: "Senior Brother Zhao, our son is not so fragile, you have this idle kung fu, it is better to practice the sword in a real way, don't engage in those annoying thoughts all day long." ”

These words are simply slapping Zhao Shayu's face bluntly!

Zhao Shayu's expression instantly became gloomy, and he stared at the two attendants, seemingly questioning them, but in fact he was aiming at Jimo Yunran.

"Senior Brother Jimo, what do you mean by the words of these two attendants? The junior brother didn't understand it a little. ”

"If you don't understand, don't listen," the other said with a smile, "It's okay, you only have such a little brain, it's normal to not understand what we say, you don't need to be ashamed." ”

Zhao Shayu: "......"

He almost broke through the fragile image that he had managed to disguise on weekdays!

I took two deep breaths, knowing that it would be useless for me to continue, and that I might have to hear more nasty words.

Zhao Shayu gritted his teeth and sneered: "Senior Brother Jimo, we are all disciples of the Eight Classics on Sword Peak, you haven't gone out for three years, and as soon as you go out, you let the attendants insult your junior brother - I don't know where the senior brother offended you, that's it, since you have such an attitude, I'd better go." ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

As he walked, he sneered indignantly in his heart: Isn't he just a waste person?! Even if Jimo Yunran's status in the mortal realm is noble and he is the emperor's son, so what?!

In the cultivation realm, strength has always been respected!

No matter how arrogant he is, after losing his cultivation and becoming a waste, he is not like them, and he was sent to Jian Feng as a flattering gift!

What to be proud of!

Jimo Yunran's appearance this time caused a lot of turmoil on Jian Peak.

For a while, the people who were still discussing how to deal with Lige began to secretly contact each other in private: Lige's brainless person can slow down, that is, Mo Yunran went out at this time, and nine times out of ten he came to Jin Baiyu.

This is the biggest rival on the entire peak!

Jimo Yunran, who was worried about most of Jian Feng, returned to his small courtyard.

Closing the door, he tapped his fingertips on the sandalwood tabletop.

A water mirror was pulled open.