Chapter Ninety-Four: That's it
Zhao Lei, who was about to enter, suddenly heard a familiar voice, and looked up at the thief who had humiliated him outside just now.
even dared to speak out and insult him,
However, in the next second, his eyes shrank, because he saw that Su Bai was actually sitting in the first place, which was Li Wushuang's seat.
I don't know whether to live or die!
Zhao Lei showed a cold light in his eyes, if he didn't dare to go against anyone in Fengyang City, it would be Li Wushuang.
It's not just that Li Wushuang's combat power is strong, but the most important reason is that Li Wushuang is a person from the Weapon Pavilion, and at the same time, with his talent, he also has some status above the Weapon Pavilion, and even the Pavilion Master of the Weapon Pavilion is stained with Li Wushuang's light in some aspects.
It is conceivable how jealous Zhao Lei is of Li Wushuang.
But, so when he saw Su Bai sitting directly in Li Wushuang's position, he immediately showed a sneer.
Even if Su Bai is the person from above, Li Wushuang is not easy to mess with. Just for them to fight to lose, they walked to one of the positions in the inner circle, and the position opposite the edge.
He just didn't want to get too close to Su Bai.
This scene shocked the people around him, what Su Bai shouted just now, and Zhao Lei actually acquiesced.
And, as if showing weakness, he sat in the corner.
This made many people think about who this Su Bai was, but after thinking about it, they couldn't imagine that there was such a person in Fengyang City, and a very small number of people guessed that Su Bai was the person from above.
Su Bai looked at the scene in front of him and smiled, of course he was not from the so-called above, Kantian County.
He's from the Aragami Mountains, and I'm afraid everyone didn't expect it.
Moreover, his strength is not something that the young talents here can imagine, I am afraid that their ancestors will have to come to fight against Su Bai, a puppet.
However, the changes here did not affect the holding of the poetry meeting.
Every year, the Qinglian Poetry Club is organized by the Su family, and Su Wan'er has presided over it in the past, and this time is no exception.
Rise!
In the center of the Qinglian Poetry Society, under the gaze of all people, Su Wan'er's figure fell from top to bottom, like a fairy who landed in the world, with a dusty temperament.
"Su Wan'er really deserves to be the three beauties of Fengyang City, this kind of posture is simply beautiful!"
"What a goddess I am after!"
Suddenly, many young talents here talked about it, and Su Wan'er was also the pride of the Su family, and being able to marry Su Wan'er not only got the beauty, but also got the Su family's gift cultivation.
It's simply the best choice for twenty years of effort.
Even the descendants of the inner circle showed eager eyes.
That's it?
Suddenly, a flat voice sounded in their ears.
Su Wan'er, who had just fallen, frowned, and she also found that it was Su Bai, and the location was Li Wushuang's seat.
Everyone was stunned suddenly, and turned their heads to look at Su Bai half-lying on the seat, eating the fruit next to him, and spitting out the skin, while Zhao Ming behind him was beating his back.
This kind of scene is simply as arrogant as it gets.
I don't know, I thought this was his house?
"You!"
Hong Cai's eyes showed rage, he actually insulted the goddess in his heart, this is the goal he wants to pursue.
He is a son of the Hong family of the four major families, and he is a descendant, even if Su Bai is very tough on the surface, he dares to stand up and scolds loudly: "You are a madman who doesn't know where to come from, you dare to insult Miss Su lightly, you kneel down and apologize to Miss Su." Otherwise....... ”
"Otherwise, what's wrong?"
Su Bai directly interrupted him and asked casually.
"Otherwise, I will kill you, I am a descendant of the Hong family. Hong Cai showed a touch of coldness.
His own cultivation is the fivefold martial arts. And there is the Hong family behind him as a support.
"The Hong family, haha, it's a fart. Su Bai laughed, and then said lightly: "Let him know the consequences." ”
"Yes, young master. ”
Zhao Ming replied respectfully, and at the same time moved in an instant, so fast that the eyes of the surrounding descendants shrank.
Martial Arts Sixfold, and it's not an ordinary Martial Arts Sixfold!
You must know that there are about dozens of people in the entire inner circle, but there are only five people who can step into the martial arts sixfold.
Hong Cai also felt Zhao Ming's strength, his pupils shrank, and he immediately knew that he was in trouble, but he never thought that Su Bai would have a servant of the martial arts sixfold.
However, there was also a hint of coldness in his eyes.
What about the sixfold martial arts, he is a disciple of the Hong family, and he has practiced advanced exercises, and recently he has cultivated a Netherworld Fist.
It's good to test his strength.
"It's good to come!"
Hong Cai stood up violently, and with a touch of cold light, his palm seemed to be activating a soft light, a black light.
Nether Fist!
Suddenly, a punch struck, making the air explode.
But in the next second, Zhao Ming directly grabbed his fist, and twisted it easily, and with a click, Hong Cai's arm broke bones.
Moreover, Zhao Ming wanted to break his legs, and he was about to make a move when he stepped forward.
"This, this is the Qinglian Poetry Society, not a place to fight!"
Su Wan'er shot instantly, as if it was a rattle, with a soft light, and actually forced Zhao Ming back.
Zhao Ming's expression was cold, and holy light erupted from his body, as if it was below the heavenly gods, and the unparalleled momentum shook the audience.
"Get out of the way!"
He said coldly.
Su Wan'er's expression changed, he could feel Zhao Ming's strength, and even she was not necessarily an opponent.
Moreover, the target is very pure, and if you don't get out of the way, you will really be attacked!
Her expression changed towards Su Bai, who was sitting in the seat, and she bit her lip and said, "This son, can you control your subordinates, this is the Qinglian Poetry Society!"
Su Bai smiled slightly and waved his hand.
Zhao Ming reined in his momentum, hurriedly returned to his back, and stood respectfully.
This scene made the surrounding descendants a little dumbfounded.
This is a master existence in the six layers of martial arts, and it turned out to be Su Bai's servant.
"Okay, the poem will continue!" Su Bai said lightly.
This time, no one dared to retort against him.
In this way, this year's Qinglian Poetry Meeting kicked off.
However, there are still people who are looking forward to what it will be like to meet Su Bai when Li Wushuang arrives.
As the leader of the young generation in Fengyang City, Li Wushuang should not be absent from such gatherings, but it is true that he often comes late, so many people are looking forward to the collision between Su Bai and him.
Because, they also saw that Su Bai didn't seem to be an ordinary person.
With the holding of the Qinglian Poetry Society, it is natural to focus on poetry, but this is not the case.
Instead, some people chant poems first, as color heads, and then the children of each family and the same realm compete, wanting to be famous for the Qinglian Poetry Club.
Many young talents in Fengyang City have become famous since the Qinglian Poetry Club.
It is also a stage for them to show their strength.