After a suspenseless sword question ended, everyone in the audience returned to the Tingxue Building again. The lobby, which had been deserted because of the appearance of the incomparable dragon crossing the river, was full of people again, and most of the topics revolved around the two young people.

As for Zhuo Yuming, who was destined to become famous as soon as he stepped into the Ice Plains State, he left with the white-haired old man.

Zhuo Yuming has always been a low-key person, and he is willing to be an ordinary person on most occasions, and he has never had any desire to show it. Once he attracts the attention of the crowd, he will be a little uncomfortable. The only time in so many years that he was in the limelight and pushed himself to the forefront was that Jiuyang Mountain's strong suppression of Qin Shuang of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

But his own woman has been bullied to the head, and she still has to cower, can she still be considered a man?

So when he forcibly came out at that time, Zhuo Yuming didn't think about the consequences at all, but instinctively reacted to vent his anger for Shu Jinran.

"Mr. Bai, you have dug a big hole for me, the younger generation's injury, I am afraid that it will not be able to heal in ten days. ”

Zhuo Yuming, who was following behind the white-haired old man, complained with a wry smile.

The white-haired old man flew by himself, without looking back, but there was a hint of a smile in his tone: "Okay boy, don't sell miserably with the old man, it's just some skin trauma, and it takes a little time to reduce the injury and recuperate." If it weren't for the old man, I would have spoken, where would you have the opportunity to fight against such a first-class young leader in the Ethereal Spirit Realm. ”

Hearing the old man's righteous tone, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help laughing.

felt that he was hacked indiscriminately, and he had to thank this old-timer who pushed himself into the fire pit.

However, the reason why Zhuo Yuming did not refuse, is also as the old man said, this kind of opportunity to fight with the top geniuses in the world is indeed rare. Being able to compete with this kind of opponent can give Zhuo Yuming a clearer understanding of his strength.

This is also the reason why Zhuo Yuming still chose to fight after learning Ning Ji's identity.

"By the way, how did you kid guess my identity?"

Two streams of light fell from the sky and fell in a vast forest sea. The white-haired old man, who was walking around, asked.

Zhuo Yuming smiled, didn't hide it, and said, "Naturally, it still depends on that kendo genius." How could a nobody, such an inconspicuous junior as a junior, be able to attract the attention of this first-day genius in the Ethereal Spirit Realm. As soon as the seniors spoke, then Ning Ji immediately came interested in making an appointment with me, and I couldn't guess the identity of the seniors, wouldn't the juniors be too stupid. ”

The old man, who didn't know what he was looking for, nodded, matching his own guess.

"Young people are not bad at cultivating, their brains are not stupid, and their courage is not small. ”

The white-haired old man suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, and two streams of light flew from the depths of the forest sea and fell into his hand.

It was two snow pheasants.

"Thank you for the praise of the seniors, and the juniors are honored. ”

For the old man is not bad, not stupid, not a small comment, Zhuo Yuming gladly accepted it, and put on a posture of great honor.

The old man's hands flew up, and a gap appeared in the neck of the two snow pheasants in his hand in an instant, and the blood was pulled down by the qi machine, pouring down like a teapot pouring wine. Under the flow of spiritual power, the dark cyan feathers on the snow pheasant's body fell off on their own like fluttering, as if they were falling into a colorful flower.

The bloodletting and plucking were done in one go, and with a stroke of the old man's fingers, the chest and abdomen of the snow pheasant were torn apart. With a flick of the palm, a mass of blood-stained internal organs flew out on its own. Then he waved his hand to summon two large balls of snow, wrapped his whole body, and under the urging of spiritual power, the school group instantly melted into a stream of water, cleaning the two snow pheasants.

The pheasant is taken out of the water mass and suspended in the air, and then wrapped in two layers of snow. With a rub of two fingers, a raging flame appeared in the wind, silently hanging beneath the snow.

From ingesting snow pheasants in the air to cleaning and putting them on fire, a whole set of techniques flowed smoothly, and Zhuo Yuming on the side was dumbfounded.

"You kid is really bold enough, in front of me, a demon giant, you still dare to talk and laugh, you are really not afraid of death?"

Stopping his movements, the white-haired old man clasped his hands to his chest, looked back at Zhuo Yuming and said.

Zhuo Yuming, who was stunned by the old man's skillful technique, was stunned for a while, and it took a while to react back. Looking at the old man in front of him with a majestic face but no momentum, he said with a smile: "I never thought that a moody person who wantonly kills can become one of the five emperors of the Void Spirit Realm. I don't think I've offended my predecessors, and I'm not a person who makes people disgusted at first sight, so why tremble in front of my seniors. ”

What shocked him was not the identity of the old man in front of him.

When Ning Ji showed abnormality, he was already sure in his heart that this old man who claimed to be surnamed Bai was the famous Demon Dao Co-Master, and he refused in vain.

What shocked him was that this famous demon path giant turned out to be such a veteran gourmet. With his previous skillful cooking of snow pheasants, Zhuo Yuming believed that he was not a glutton who really preferred appetite, and he would never be able to use such a smooth method.

Regarding Zhuo Yuming's remarks, the demon lord just smiled slightly, not committal.

This young man, who is extremely interesting to him, is indeed very different from ordinary people. His calm demeanor that was not shocked by pampering was by no means shown by pretending to be calm.

"You kid, this is gambling on the old man's temper with his life. But since you have been bet on, as compensation for the sword wound you have eaten, this pheasant has your share. ”

Smelling the aroma that had gradually become stronger, Zhuo Yuming rubbed his hands with a smile, and patted his ass with a flattering face: "The younger generation can taste the craftsmanship of the white seniors, it is really a blessing for three lives." What Ning Ji, what about the sword cultivation on the first day in Kyushu, can he have this honor, compared to the luck of the juniors, he is 108,000 miles behind. ”

The demon lord smiled coldly, he was really a young handsome man who judged the situation.

"In fact, there is a gambling psychology in the hearts of the younger generations, among the five emperors, General Feng, Sword Saint, Ghost Rulai, Golden-winged Dapeng King, the younger generation has already seen it. Since they have never died in the hands of these four, the younger generation does not believe that they will be unlucky enough to fall to the white seniors. ”

Zhuo Yu, who had slapped his ass, suddenly said another sentence.

As the head of all demons, Bai Zhaofu nodded, he knew that Zhuo Yuming had been to the Demon City, and at that time, the two clans were in the war, and among the five emperors, he was the only one who was absent.

But then again, the total number of monks in the entire Void Spirit Realm Heavenly and Human Realm was only the number of hands, and it was indeed extremely rare for this young man to be able to see almost all of them.

With a wave of his hand, he scattered the spiritual fire burning in the void. Scattered the two snow balls, revealing two snow pheasants that were already fragrant, reached out and threw one of them in front of Zhuo Yuming. Bai Zhaofu took out two extremely exquisite jade porcelain bottles from his arms and handed one to Zhuo Yuming.

"This is the Gufen wine that I told you before that does not lose the snow tasting, which can be regarded as compensation for the previous wine game. ”

The old man and the young man stopped talking, each grabbed a snow pheasant, and ate it with wine.

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