When such a thing happened, the disciples in the hall didn't look like they were watching a good show, and they were holding their breath one by one, for fear that they would be involved.

"Hahaha. Wuyang really couldn't help laughing, the male disciple's face was even more ugly, and he raised his fist to hit Wuyang. Wuyang's sharp eyes swept towards the male disciple, and the male disciple froze all over his body, motionless. Seeing the male disciple's movements, all the disciples in the hall gasped, not to mention that the male disciple couldn't beat Wuyang at all, just to say that Wuyang's reputation outside no one dared to provoke Wuyang, he was not afraid at all, and dared to make a move against Wuyang.

Seeing the male disciple's frozen body again, everyone was disappointed but seemed to be in their expectation. They really want to see someone dare to challenge Wuyang without fear of Wuyang, but they all know Wuyang's strength. Not to mention the male disciple, no one in this hall is Wuyang's opponent, so the male disciple's reaction is reasonable.

Who is Wuyang? Even Senior Brother Shaoyuan looked at him differently, the last time Jiantai Xiaobi, Wuyang made a ruthless move, without mercy, and the opponent in his group, which one was not repaired by him. But even so, none of those real people have an outlet to scold Wuyang, Xiuxian has always respected strength, Wuyang is talented, real people value him, even if he is a little arrogant and ruthless, but it is harmless.

Don't say anything else, just say that Wuyang just sleeps in the four-character palace, and he often runs away when he goes to the sword platform to practice swords, if this is an ordinary disciple, he would have been removed from Tianmen Mountain a long time ago, but no one said a word when it came to Wuyang. Even the most stern Jingxiang Zhenren turned one eye open to Wuyang and closed one eye.

Just looking at Tianmen Mountain's connivance with Wuyang, the disciples who are usually idle don't dare to find trouble with Wuyang, coupled with the strength of Wuyang, those disciples want to take a detour when they meet Wuyang, don't offend the ancestors, but I didn't expect that someone really dared to challenge Wuyang today, how can this teach those disciples not to be excited.

The male disciple just saw that his favorite junior sister had suffered such a big grievance, and he was not very angry, and of course he also wanted to be able to show off in front of Wen Zhao. It's a pity that he forgot that it was Wuyang, a guy who couldn't be offended. On weekdays, he also respects Wuyang, who is just an irrelevant person to him.

There is no contact on weekdays, because the male disciple does not understand Wuyang. At first glance when he was stared at by Wuyang, he felt that something was wrong with his body, and then looking at Wuyang's fierce eyes, he only felt that his heart would not beat, as if he was dead. That's right, that's what it felt, that's what it was that kept him from moving.

Even he felt that the air around him had turned into a sharp knife, slashing at him one by one, and the qiē around him seemed to be still, while he was oppressed and tormented by fear in the endless darkness. In the blink of an eye, he was sweating profusely, and his palms were in a cold sweat.

"It's really funny, she can't walk steadily, but she wants to blame me, and besides, who are you, she didn't speak, but she can get your turn to point fingers!" Wu Yang looked at the male disciple mockingly, and said in a weird way. As soon as Wuyang spoke, the male disciple regained his normalcy and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was rejoicing, his face immediately turned red, and he wanted to show off in front of his junior sister. But he didn't expect that the limelight didn't come out, but it made everyone watch the good show, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak for a while, but at this time he was also difficult to ride a tiger, although he was still afraid of Wuyang in his heart, but he had to bite the bullet and say: "But I saw with my own eyes that you tripped Senior Sister Wen Zhao with your foot!"

"Then you can see clearly that it was me who came out first, or whether your senior sister Wenzhao came first. Wuyang propped his hands on the desk, half-tilted his body, and asked the male disciple with a flushed face. As soon as the male disciple was about to speak, he realized that he had fallen for Wuyang's plan, but at this time it was too late to react.

"It's you who came out first!" the male disciple said with a look of unwillingness.

"According to what you said, it should be that my foot accidentally stretched out, and your junior sister came over later. It really can't be said that I tripped your junior sister Wenzhao, my feet were already there before your junior sister came over, it was your senior sister Wenzhao who didn't see it herself and hit my feet, I didn't blame your junior sister, but you blamed me first. If you say this in the future, if your junior sister falls, you can still blame the stones on the road for not knowing each other, and they didn't make way for your junior sister, and fell on your junior sister. Wuyang looked at the male disciple with a smile and said slowly.

The male disciple still said something, but Wuyang didn't give him a chance, and continued: "If you want to say that I only came out of my foot when your junior sister came over, then I said that I tripped your junior sister, I have nothing to say, but my feet are already there, it is your junior sister's eyes on the top of her head, and she doesn't look at the road under her feet, is this to blame me, or from now on, as long as your junior sister walks into me, I have to retreat in advance, so as not to hurt your junior sister." ”

In the face of Wuyang's aggressiveness, the male disciple did not have the slightest strength to parry. Seeing that he was about to be defeated, the male disciple was so angry that he raised his fist again, but was stopped by Wen Zhao on the side, "Senior Brother Ling Fei!" Wen Zhao shook his head at the male disciple. Ling Fei clenched his fists and slowly withdrew his hand, looking unwilling.

"You remember for me!" Wen Zhao glanced at Xiangyi and Wuyang, turned around and walked out of the Tianzi Palace, Ling Fei followed closely behind.

Wen Zhao's crumbling bun, mottled little face, a look of resentment, and a few scattered strands of broken hair hung on the side of his face, but those broken hairs were stained with ink, and they were tightly glued to Wen Zhao's face at the moment, how do you look at it, although he asked a little pitifully, but with Wen Zhao's sharp eyes, it was a little nondescript.

Wen Zhao and Ling Fei's anger left, the entire hall returned to normal, Wuyang was silent, no one dared to speak, those unlucky disciples who suffered from the pond fish, complaining and bending to clean up the mess all over the ground.

When Yueqing came in, he clearly saw the wolves all over the ground, as well as the vacated positions, but he didn't say anything, and walked in with a calm face, "There is no need to distinguish between fairy grass and fairy stones today, let's go to the back mountain to collect fairy dew." Yue Qing said lightly, none of the disciples in the hall were not excited and eager to try.

I heard Ji Hezi say that Yueqing and Yueming are disciples of the same class, but Ji Hezi clearly said that Yueming is a little old man, why does Yueqing look only a little in his early thirties. A pale red robe was worn on her body, which not only showed majesty and solemnity, but also made her skin as white as snow. It can be seen that a woman, no matter what her identity is, is extremely concerned about her appearance.