The wind rose without warning, but it stopped with great signs and full of signs.

Liang Xiaodao's knife opened a hole in Ji Zhihua's chest, not deep or shallow, not so much that it would kill him, but it laid the foundation for victory or defeat.

No one around was amazed, even if it was something to marvel at.

Everyone could feel that this Xuanwei General from the Tang Kingdom had only just broken through the Three Realms, and this could be felt from the not very strong aura in his body.

But it was such a person who had just broken through the realm not long ago, but he was better than the thirty-six cave holy son Ji Zhihua, who had been immersed in the Three Realms for a long time and was not ranked low on the Canglan list.

And the victory is clean.

Even if it occupies the particularity of the enemy's light enemy and his own life and soul, and controls the opportunity, victory is victory, and there is no room for sophistry.

If no one is amazed at something that is worth marveling at, then there must be something boring.

Because Liang Xiaodao is a Tang dynasty and an outsider, outsiders must keep to themselves, at least don't show their heads too much.

What's more, Liang Xiaodao took the lead in this matter, and the two crisp and loud slaps coupled with this crisp and neat knife made the faces of the people at the plum hunting banquet a little unpleasant.

The nail that shows the head will be flattened.

Ji Zhihua Tieqing's face was a little pale, and the blood on his chest was dripping, and he looked a little miserable.

His injuries were not serious, just skin injuries, but everyone could see that this knife was the consequence of the young man of the Tang Kingdom who left his hand, and they spared your life, no matter how angry Ji Zhihua was at this time, he still had to endure it and couldn't do it again.

Losing is losing, and the most important thing is that this scene is being seen by all the monks in Yunlu City, and losing but not admitting defeat is the most humiliating thing.

As the Son of the Thirty-Six Caves, this is also something that must be taken into account.

The truth was so, but the depression in his heart would not dissipate even a little, the corners of his mouth tugged, and blood flowed out of his mouth, staining his pale face red.

Liang Xiaodao lowered his left hand, and the scimitar drew a circle on his right hand and reinserted it into the scabbard.

"Ye Xiu, how many places is this person on the Canglan list?"

The extremely quiet plum hunting banquet sounded Liang Xiaodao's questioning voice.

It makes many people's already unsightly complexions even worse.

Ye Xiu is also from Huangzhou, but in his opinion, these are not the points of the portal, in his eyes, the Tang Kingdom is just a force, no different from Wanxiang City, no different from Shangqing Palace.

Most of the monks in the Wasteland actually see it this way.

"Forty-seven. ”

He replied aloud.

Liang Xiaodao smacked his lips, screamed heavily, and said, "Forty-seven, I can't imagine that I, a person who can't even go up to the Canglan List in the Tang Kingdom, can defeat the powerful monk who ranks forty-seventh on the Canglan List of Huangzhou, it's amazing." ”

It's infuriating.

Ye Xiu didn't speak again, because someone around him had already stood up.

Liang Xiaodao glanced at those who got up, didn't pay attention to it, just looked at Ji Zhihua who was standing in front of him, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't admit defeat?"

Ji Zhihua gritted his teeth, his body trembled slightly, obviously holding back great anger, and he felt a little difficult to speak, so he didn't speak.

"But with the power of life and soul, I just won a game by luck, what is the way?"

Hua Yuyao sat at the top, and Chu Yang sat at the top of the left hand.

And it was a woman sitting on the head of the right side who said this, she looked at Liang Xiaodao, her lips and teeth opened lightly, and she said lightly.

The tone didn't sound harsh, but rather flat, as if there was no fluctuation.

As if what she said was the truth.

There was no expression on that face, just looking at Liang Xiaodao quietly.

This is not caring, and it is also the biggest provocation.

Liang Xiaodao's gaze moved from Ji Zhihua's body to the woman's body, and asked, "Didn't consult this girl?"

"Ling'er Mountain, spring and autumn snow. ”

Liang Xiaodao nodded, and asked again, "What are you on the list of wasteland?"

"Thirty-five. ”

Liang Xiaodao nodded again, and said with some appreciation: "This is not bad, better than him." ”

Chun Qiuxue didn't speak, the expression on her face was as flat as ever, but the meaning she showed couldn't be more obvious, she was naturally stronger than Ji Zhihua.

Many people around him had a look of anger on their faces, who do you think you are?

Condescending to express appreciation for the spring and autumn snow?

Ji Zhihua has already retreated, and since he has lost, it would be the most humiliating thing if he still stood still and stood firm.

"Do you want to do it?"

Liang Xiaodao looked at the spring and autumn snow on the first place on the right, and raised his eyebrows and asked.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiling a little wantonly, if he could fight and win a battle with the so-called pride of heaven above these wastelands before Li Xiu came over, it would be the most interesting thing.

"Think you'll be able to see no one in your eyes if you win?"

"After all, it's just a frog at the bottom of the well, how high can the Tang monks get if they are complacent?"

Several mocking voices rang out all around.

The smile on Liang Xiaodao's face rose slightly, raising a somewhat dangerous arc.

"I didn't hear clearly, you say it again?"

He turned his head to look at the two sarcastic men, his eyes flashing with a very dangerous arc.

The Tang people are proud and have a strong sense of national honor, and the most intolerable thing is for someone to insult their country.

Especially Liang Xiaodao was born in the Northland, and this sense of honor is much stronger.

A cold air emanated from his body, and the flat ground did not thunder, but wind.

There was a faint breeze blowing around again, and this time everyone knew that this was the masterpiece of the young man of the Tang Kingdom in front of him.

Being stared at tightly by these eyes as sharp as knives, the faces of the two of them were a little suffocated, and the wine glasses in their hands were also frozen in mid-air, and after a while, they suddenly remembered that this scene would be seen by the monks of the entire Cloud Dew City, and it would also be recorded by Tiantingce.

couldn't help but look a little ugly, put down the wine glass and wanted to get back to the scene, but found that Liang Xiaodao's gaze had moved from their bodies to other places, so the two faces became even more ugly.

Liang Xiaodao's gaze fell on Chun Qiu Xue's body again, and his gaze looked up and down unscrupulously, which made Chun Qiu Xue's expressionless face fluctuate a little.

Then he put his eyes on Chu Yang's body again, and said with a smile: "Anyway, there is still a little bit before the official start of the plum hunting banquet, why don't you two come together?" ”

The plum hunting banquet is starting today, but it will take time for people to arrive, so it was set to officially open at three o'clock.

It's a quarter of an hour away.

A look of disgust surged in Chun Qiuxue's eyes, and she felt that this person was a little self-conscious and too arrogant.

Chu Yang didn't pay attention, and sat there by himself, without even raising his eyelids.