Sima Xiande felt that he could win.

Sima Xiande felt that he would definitely win.

At the moment when the red-clothed horse was about to be side by side with him, Sima Xiande carried his whole body in an instant, and showed the [Flying Technique] that he thought was already the pinnacle, and his body flew away like a swift wind, leaving the red-clothed horse far behind.

As for the white clothes, Sima Xiande didn't know why, he couldn't feel the slightest breath flowing from his body—when he flew out thirty or fifty meters away, and looked back suspiciously, he saw that the white clothes were still standing in place, not moving an inch.

It's so funny.

Sima Xiande turned around, the speed on his feet did not decrease, and he couldn't help but purse his lips and sneer.

What is this Your Excellency Wang Manxiu thinking in his head? First, he rejected Ben Gongzi's proposal to let him ten moments, and then he stood stupidly in place, not moving—could it be that he really felt that Ben Gongzi's 'Meng Yue was the fastest', just a wasted embroidery title?

Thinking of this, Sima Xiande snorted coldly, and the speed on his feet increased by half a point.

One mile of long street, now that he has become a [Flying Body] Dacheng, it only takes thirty moments to be enough.

But today, he wants to challenge twenty moments!

Breathe in the cool air, close your eyes slightly, and refine all the deeds in your body into internal and external breath, and then inject all of them into your legs.

The shape and mind are like a mirror, everything around the body seems to fly upside down, and the vision in the eyes is only the white light at the end of the long street in the distance.

Twenty moments, I have it!

Purple clothes are like the wind, and the end of the long street is already in sight.

He opened his eyes and looked.

But I saw a white dress.

First virtue is not.

Like a goshawk shot by a stray arrow, Qimen's pace stopped abruptly, and he stoggled forward a few steps with his body bowed, staggering to his feet.

raised his head and looked blankly at the white clothes with those distracted eyes.

Why......

Bai Yi stepped forward and smiled faintly at him.

"It's Xiaosheng who wins. ”

Wang Manxiu flicked his sleeves and made a compilation towards Sima Xiande.

Sima Xiande didn't return the salute, just stared at him blankly.

It's like meeting the charm and charm in the weird and miscellaneous talk in the market.

Why...... Why do you ......

Seeing that he was silent, Bai Yi didn't say much, just stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Please also ask the son to abide by the agreement, and don't pursue Ruoshui girl in the future." ”

Anyway, he walked beside him, and walked in the direction he came and went—

"Why are you here?!"

The clear male voice rushed into his ears like a torrent.

Looking sideways, I saw that the son in the purple robe was hunched over, panting heavily, and shouted excitedly, "I...... I'm obviously 'Meng Yue's fastest'! My [Flying Body Technique] is obviously the world's No. 1 Qimen footwork! You...... Why did you get here before me?!"

Bai Yi pursed his lips and bowed slightly, but shook his head again.

"Young Master Sima, you may indeed be the most proficient person in this Mengyue City. Wang Manxiu looked at him and said lightly: "But this [flying trick] is not the world's first Qimen footwork. ”

Sima Xiande lowered his head and gasped, stared at his legs and said, "How is it possible......! In today's Qimen rivers and lakes, how can there be a Qimen footwork that is better than the [Flying Body Technique]!"

Bai Yi squinted his eyes and smiled lightly: "Oh? It seems that Childe knows that the word 'now' is clear." ”

Sima Xiande was stunned suddenly, raised his head, and looked at the fluttering white clothes.

It's hard, it's hard......

"Although there are many Qi Men in Meng Yue, there are no more Qi Men in the entire Western Regions. Wang Manxiu flicked his sleeves slightly, raised his hands at his side, and condensed the external breath around his body on it: "Although the strange gate of the Western Regions is prosperous, it is not as prosperous as the strange gate of the True Dragon Dynasty in the past. ”

Man Xiu turned around and looked at the corner of the street where he came.

I only heard the sound of the ground cracking, and there was no trace of his white clothes.

The purple robe was like an empowerment, and he suddenly realized, and shouted in surprise: "[Hundred feet near]!"

......

On the east street of Mengyue City, there are crowds.

Just now, as the white-clothed evil servant disappeared like a white light, the do-gooders fell into a long contemplation.

It's not that he was so stunned by the incredible speed of the white clothes that he couldn't say it - in fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, the speed of the previous Sima Gongzi was fast, and the speed of the evil servant in white just now was also fast, but who was faster, if they only saw it with their eyes, they couldn't see it clearly.

Anyway, it's a gust of wind, and it's gone.

This is also the reason why the good deeds are silenced.

They can't see the results of this competition!

For the ordinary people who do not come to any strange door, it takes half a cup of tea to run from one end of the East Street to the other end of the East Street, a whole mile! When they get there, the Sima Gongzi may have already gone to eat tea with the evil servant in white. And if they don't run, they don't have clairvoyance, and they can't see clearly who is the first to reach the finish line a mile away! Now, if we want to know the outcome of this competition, we have to listen to the two of them themselves? If the two of them have different words, who should we believe?

The do-gooders who fell into contemplation realized that they should never join in the fun at the entrance of this East Street, but should have taken a bench to the end of the street early.

The crowd of onlookers, you look at me, I look at you, they look at each other, and no one knows what to do next.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a figure suddenly swept in.

The crowd immediately looked up.

It's the wicked servant in white.

I saw her slowly walking and walked to the girl in the blue skirt who held the iron sword in her arms.

Ruoshui raised his head slightly, although his expression was as indifferent as water, but his jewel-like pupils were full of joy. She raised her hands and handed over the iron sword, which was neither heavy nor luxurious.

Wang Manxiu smiled faintly and took it.

Then he raised his head and raised the corners of his lips at Yin Shao.

The latter just shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand, making the appearance of no surprise in the slightest—although he was the one who shouted the loudest when the white clothes did not move an inch just now.

At this moment, another figure suddenly swept by.

It's the boy in purple.

"Your Excellency!"

As soon as he stopped, Sima Xiande couldn't take care of his breath, he saluted the white clothes in front of him with a fist, and said in a loud voice: "Your Excellency!

The do-gooders on both sides of the street were shocked.

Although this Sima Gongzi did not directly say that he was defeated by the hands of the white cloth, since he had already called this evil servant in white 'where is sacred'......

It seems that the 'Meng Yue will be the fastest' in the future, but it will change hands!

Wang Manxiu turned around, glanced at Zhang Shanli Shi, who was standing in the corner of the crowd and was bowing his head, and smiled slightly.

He waved his sleeve and took a deep breath.

Then, he opened his mouth, carried up his dantian qi, and shouted loudly in a loud voice that seemed to be heard from dozens of miles away: "Pingshui King Manxiu!

After that, bend down and compose.

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Next to the half-open carved gold-wire window, there was a woman.

She was dressed in a white coat and lined in black, and she was leaning on the windowsill with her legs crossed.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, and she had a little light brown beauty mole on her lips.

She raised her right hand, and her slender five fingers pinched a hook jade-shaped wine sac, on which was tattooed a silver pan five-clawed dragon.

She raised her lips and poured a mouthful of the brew into her mouth, then reached out to wipe away the stains that had dripped from her mouth and onto her chest.

Side face, look out the window.

Look out at the hazy city twenty miles away.

He pursed his lips and laughed softly: "Listen, someone said that they were coming to rescue you." ”

Side face, look inside the window.

Look at the 30-foot-tall black iron giant.

and the thin face that sat in front of the giant ding, and his arms were raised high by two iron chains.

Hongyan raised her head slightly.

With her eyebrows and apricot eyes, she still has that heavenly face.

It's just that compared to the night in Pingshui, there are two more purple eyeshadows on her eyelids at this moment.

It's probably more than just a makeup patch.

Hongyan pursed her lips lightly and said in a trembling voice: "You ...... Do you want to kill him?"

The woman did not answer.

She just tilted her head and drank all the brew in her bag in one go.

It's just a matter of saying 'no alcohol'.