Many people didn't expect that it was the man in white who shot in the end. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

From the moment he entered the door, many people's eyes involuntarily fell on him, because he was so beautiful that many women were eclipsed, and his facial features were exquisite, and they were matched together in the most perfect proportions, outlining a face that brought disaster to the country and the people.

But his temperament is too cold, many people will feel cold when they look at it a few times, this person is not that kind of cold feeling, but from the inside out of the cold, ruthless, indifferent, from his eyes, there is no trace of emotional fluctuations, the whole person is like a stone.

"Did he really make a move?" the golden bodhisattva opened his mouth wide, a little incredulous.

She is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very smart, from the moment she entered the door, she could see that the man was walking side by side with King Jing'an, not a step behind, which is absolutely unimaginable in the strict rules of the royal family, which means that this person's identity is at least on par with King Jing'an!

What does this mean, in the huge Dahua Dynasty, Prince Bazhu is already the ultimate honor, who can equal his status? In the entire court, one hand can be counted.

What does it mean for such a noble figure to take action in person at this time?

The look of the head also fluctuated at this time, and when he looked at the eyes of the man in white, there was some indescribable meaning.

King Jing'an was slightly stunned, but he did not object, and looked at the Confucian people: "I don't know who is going to fight in Confucianism?"

The head of the guard, Yi looked around, among Confucianism, now except for Yan Yu and him, no one can afford to take the lead.

A few years ago, if the second junior brother had no problem with his enlightenment, it would naturally be easy to deal with the situation in front of him, but now he is demented and has fallen into a "cognitive obstacle", and it is useless to think about it.

He looked at the Golden Bodhisattva again, Lingtai Mountain has practiced Vajra Fist for a thousand years, but now there is a woman who makes Vajra Sword, her cultivation is absolutely profound, but the other party's identity is special, and it is not something he can control.

He looked at Ye Qingguan again, he could be so respected by his eldest disciple, and he was not an ordinary person, I don't know if he has a way to deal with the situation in front of him?

The head guard Yi began to hesitate.

"Mr. Wei Yi, I don't know who is going to war in Confucianism?" King Jing'an asked again.

The head guard Yi took a deep breath and was about to get up, but suddenly his expression moved, and he sat back again, his eyes becoming calm.

At this time, on the other side, Ye Qingguan's expression became weird.

Without him, because a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Boy, if you can win this battle, I will give you back the sword soul of your sword!" A familiar voice came, and it was the old man who was pouring vegetables.

Although he had already guessed that the other party was very mysterious, being able to do such a sound transmission technique still made Ye Qingguan frightened for a while.

Because he looked around, everyone's faces were as usual, obviously he was the only one who heard the voice, this kind of cultivation was enough to say that it was shocking, and the depth of the internal force was absolutely terrifying.

"What the seniors said is true?" Ye Qingguan must determine the truth of this news.

"Hey, hey. The old man smiled, "Isn't it the sword of the fourth sword of the Sword Pavilion, I know that the Eastern Emperor has indeed suppressed its sword soul here, if you can win back this game, I will make the decision for you!"

"How can seniors call the shots?" Ye Qingguan was still a little skeptical.

"My name is Meng Wei, this guarantee should be enough!"

A flat voice sounded, but when it reached Ye Qingguan's ears, it exploded like thunder.

Who is Meng Wei? The uncle of Wei Yi, the head of Confucianism, was a famous Confucian several decades ago, and he used to be a teacher like today's son, and his status is not high.

Although he had already guessed in his heart, when he really heard him admit it in person, Ye Qingguan's heart still fluctuated.

This is a person who became famous decades ago, after so many years, I don't know how far his realm has become?

Ye Qingguan couldn't figure it out, how could such a person go to plant vegetables and water vegetables?

"Okay!" Meng Wei's famous Ye Qingguan still believed it, so he nodded and agreed to this competition, and when he raised his head, he found that the head of the family was looking at him and nodded at him.

Ye Qingguan also nodded, then took a deep breath and stood up.

"Confucian Ye Zichuan, please advise. ”

Brush Brush Brush!

Everyone's eyes looked at it in unison, and they all fell on Ye Qingguan's body.

Dressed in an azure robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the plump spirit is like jade, the hair is thick, like black jade, the figure is long and straight, and the back is carrying something wrapped in strips of cloth, which makes the eyes of many female disciples brighten.

"Zichuan?" An Lanxuan's eyes widened, and before he could react, Ye Qingguan had already walked over.

Jin Bodhisattva's eyes were also wide, he didn't expect Ye Qingguan to fight, and after reacting, he was extremely angry: "This guy is really annoying, let him fight with me, he won't fight, but now he has taken the initiative to take action, don't you look down on me?"

The golden bodhisattva grinded his teeth, eager to bite him to death.

Many people were surprised, but they didn't expect it to be Ye Qingguan who came out of the battle.

It stands to reason that Ye Qingguan is only an outer disciple of Confucianism, at most, he can only be regarded as a student here, and he will definitely leave in the future, and he can't stand out for the sage like this.

Because many people can see that the man in white is not easy to deal with, such a decision is not worth it at all.

The eyes of the man in white looked clear, but they were like ten thousand years of ice, revealing a very uncomfortable cold.

When you look at it closely, the facial features of the man in white appear more and more exquisite, his skin is white, like ivory without the slightest flaw, his black hair is simply tied up, and he is dressed in white, which sets off his body extremely slender.

One in green and one in white.

Looking at each other like this, their eyes are very clear, but one is pure and traceless, the other is as cold as an iceberg, and the temperament is completely different.

The atmosphere in the field gradually solidified, and many people felt a depression, and as time passed, this depression became more and more terrifying, like a mountain slowly crushing, about to crush people's hearts.

"It's the sword momentum that is constantly increasing!" Yan Yu looked at the two people in the field, his eyes bright.

Although their people have not moved, the sword momentum has begun to climb, one is as calm as a mountain, the other is boundless, and it is constantly accumulating, like two volcanoes that are brewing, once they erupt, they will inevitably break the earth!

Both of them were carrying a sword, but Ye Qingguan's sword was wrapped in strips of cloth, and he couldn't see what shape it was, and the sword of the man in white was also in the scabbard, and he didn't know what kind of material it was made of, so he perfectly hid the breath of the ancient sword, and he didn't know what it looked like.

"Xiao Jin, did you say that their swords are also on the Sword Pavilion?" An Lanxuan asked beside him.

Jin Bodhisattva nodded: "Yes, I just don't know how much I rank, that guy Xiaoyezi is really hateful, he knows mine, I don't even know him." ”

"Then what's your rank?" An Lanxuan asked curiously.

The golden bodhisattva pouted and did not speak.