"Sister! Sister! ”

Xiaoshuang hurried upstairs with an eager look.

"What's wrong? Why are you so panicked? Miss Yunshang asked softly.

"North, North, North's ......"

"I know you want me to hear about it outside the window, but I'm really not interested in it."

Miss Yunshang smiled and picked up a piece of pastry.

"I'll just eat it."

"No, sister!"

Xiaoshuang swallowed hard, almost shouting.

"It's Jiang Gongzi!"

"Jiang Gongzi has come to power!"

"He's going to fight that northern barbarian!"

"He, they want a sword to determine life and death!"

"Smack." The pastry fell to the ground, and the girl's beautiful eyes trembled.

"Quick, fast......"

Yunsheng, who lost her face, grabbed Xiaoshuang and walked out.

"Take me over, he can't have an accident, he can't have an accident."

"Sister."

"Sister!"

Xiaoshuang grabbed the chaotic Yunshang and said, "Sister, you can't leave the ...... of the Teaching Division."

"I, I ......"

Thinking of his identity, Yunsheng's body went limp, and he sat on the ground, his eyes were hazy.

"Sister, don't worry, Childe came to power voluntarily, he must have a way to ......"

When he said this, Xiaoshuang actually didn't have much confidence.

After all, so many people have lost in the hands of that barbarian, Jiang Gongzi is a scholar, is it possible to turn the tide with his true ability?

"Go! You go and help me see! ”

"Let's go!" Yunshang screamed and pushed Xiaoshuang away.

Xiaoshuang: "Okay, sister, don't worry, I'll go." ”

……

Fuyuan Restaurant.

Taishou, who was about to go home, stood back by the windowsill.

"This person is the author of "Small Courtyard Presents Cloud Clothes", a new talent in Fengming County, Jiang Wuji." The old man behind him said.

Taishou: "Well, I already know about it. ”

"What do you think he has a chance of winning?"

"That barbarian is forcibly suppressing his cultivation in the Perception of the Great Perfection and not breaking through, and the ordinary perception of the Great Perfection is not his opponent."

"My lord, then I'd better go and inform General Yang first."

"Don't worry, let's take a look first."

"Originally, Zhang Gongzi had already ...... Hey......"

……

Offstage.

Zhang Lichuan, who was reluctant to leave, finally couldn't stand it anymore and fell into a coma.

The sister-in-law clasped her hands on her towering chest and bit her red lips.

She knew that Xiao Lang was a cultivator, but she didn't know what Xiao Lang's strength was, and she couldn't make a comparison.

But Xiaolang is going to take the stage, and she can't stop it.

Now she can only pray to the gods in her heart, whether she wins or loses, Xiaolang is safe.

And on the other side of the crowd.

A pair of sheared autumn eyes are staring at the calm face on the stage.

"It's him ......"

Yan Shen ...... Miss Yan, do you think he can win? ”

"If he is also perceiving, it is difficult."

"Also, this barbarian cultivates exercises and ......"

Liu frowned, and the latter quickly silenced.

……

The wind rises on the flat ground, and the slaughter is pervasive.

Jiang Wujian mobilized the Qi Yuan in his body, and his clothes were hunting.

In order to upgrade the medicine channel, he took five pairs of Juqi Powder in a row, which would make him worry that there was no place to use the spilled medicinal effect.

In addition, I just watched the barbarian fight against Zhang Lichuan.

When Zhang Lichuan's sword fell, an extremely thin cloud of gray gas appeared above the barbarian's head.

Although I don't know what it is, the disgusting feeling is very similar to the living corpse killed on the shore of Fengming Lake at that time.

The living corpse is black gas, and the barbarian is gray gas.

If you guess correctly, the two are the same thing, but this barbarian has not cultivated to the blackened "level" of a living corpse.

"I'd like to call it evil."

And most importantly, there is one more important point.

The moment that evil qi appeared, the Haoran Sword also appeared a little strange, as if it was transmitting a message.

- Kill him!

But even so, in the face of a Beimang monk who perceived the Great Perfection, Jiang Wujian still didn't dare to be tough.

So, he deliberately incited the masses to build momentum.

Forced the Beimang monk to take his own sword.

In this way, he can recharge his strength......

"Whew-"

Exhale heavily.

Last time, the ink sword first appeared with lines, and the final body was like jade.

But this time, the ink sword did not change, only trembled slightly, and made a buzzing sword sound.

It's like a shy little girl who is embarrassed to undress in front of so many people.

"Drink!"

The muffled shouts sounded, and the barbarian stepped out of his horse, his strong muscles like an iron wall, hiding endless explosive power.

Perhaps realizing that this sword was not simple, at this time, the barbarian also burst out of the green tendons, like a snake entrenched.

"Out of the sword!"

In the roar, Jiang Wuji's blood and qi surged, and his chest cramped!

Clearly, the barbarian had hidden a means to influence the power of the sword.

Good guys, you dare to sneak attack!

"So, what are you waiting for! Out of the sword!! ”

Another roar, Jiang Wujian bore the brunt of it, a sweetness in his throat, and a trace of blush overflowed from the corner of his mouth!

Despicable!

Everyone in the audience held their breath at this time.

Eyes converged, staring at the ring.

Hearts are beating wildly, and some are even sweating.

A gloomy look flashed in the barbarian's eyes, and he was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Jiang Wuji's angry roar.

"Slash the wind!"

A sword is slashed out.

Qi Yuan shook, roaring!

The strong wind seems to tear this high platform apart!

Under the impact of Jian Gang, the barbarian's feet did not move, but his body was constantly forced back.

"Ahh

"Ah!!h

Wounds of varying shades began to appear on the barbarian's body, and the terrifying sword gang made him let out a heart-rending roar.

But if roaring is useful, what's the use of asking me for the Haoran Sword?

Jiang Wuji's face sank, and the middle two were possessed.

"Die!"

The whistling sword seemed to be able to understand, and suddenly condensed in one place.

The barbarian's pupils shrank sharply, and an evil aura that ordinary people could not see appeared on his chest.

"Whew-"

"Whew!"

The sword is gone, and the evil spirit is dispersed.

Under the barbarian's incredulous gaze, the piercing blood flowers bloomed mercilessly on his chest.

"How, how...... How could it be ......"

In the unwilling questioning, the barbarian fell in response.

The sword wound in his chest that almost split it in two killed him.

The red flowed, and there was a hint of blood in the wind.

After a brief dead silence, there was hysteria and tears in everyone's eyes.

"The barbarian is dead!"

"This is the end of insulting my Dali!"

"I remember! It's him! That's him! "The Small Courtyard Presents Cloud Clothes" was written by him! ”

"What?! Really fake! ”

"Jiang Gongzi! Jiang Gongzi! Childe can have a wife and concubine, son! ”

"Jiang Gongzi! Look here, Jiang Gongzi! ”

"Fuyuan Restaurant has prepared a banquet, and I invite the son to appreciate his face."

"Childe! I invite you to go to the Faculty Division, Son! ”

In the face of everyone's enthusiasm, Jiang Wuxi was a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, he remembered something important.

"Damn!"

"My Flame Crystal!"

Jiang Wuxi hurriedly stepped forward to check the barbarian's injuries.

"Dead ......"

"What about touching the corpse?"

Jiang Wujian just stretched out his hand, but suddenly stopped.

In broad daylight, wouldn't it be inappropriate to touch a man......

And at this very moment.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted in the crowd!

"Shaft, come here!"

A burly figure rose from the ground.

Barbarians!

Distraction!

Don't talk about martial arts!

An evil aura is surging.

However, at this time, Jiang Wuji's dantian was empty, and he had no strength to fight again.

Haoran Sword seemed to be scolding: You useless weak chicken.

Seeing that the broadsword in the opponent's hand fell, Jiang Wujian could only raise the ink sword and try to resist this knife.

At the last moment, a woman in a red dress suddenly appeared in front of her.

The skirt swayed, the long hair flew, and the cold sound sounded.

"Get out!"