The wind was blowing without any signs, but it stopped with signs and full of signs.

Liang Xiaodao's knife opened a hole in front of Ji Zhihua's chest. It was neither deep nor shallow, and it would not take his life, but it laid the foundation for the winner and lose.

No one around was amazed, even if it was something worth marveling.

Everyone could feel that General Xuanwei from Tang State had just broken through the Third Realm, and this could be felt from the not-so-thick aura of his body.

But even such a person who had just broken through the realm was better than Ji Zhihua, a thirty-six-hole Holy Son who had been immersed in the third realm for a long time and ranked well on the Canglan list.

And it wins neatly.

Even if it takes over the particularity of the enemy's underestimation of the enemy and his own life soul and controls the initiative, victory is victory and there is no tolerance for any quibbling.

If there is something worth marveling but no one is amazed, there must be something wrong with it.

Because Liang Xiaodao is a Tang Dynasty man and an outsider, outsiders must be content with oneself, at least not show off too much.

Moreover, Liang Xiaodao took the lead in attacking this matter. The two crisp and loud slaps and this neat knife made the people at Xunmei Banquet look a little unfair.

The nails exposed to the head must be flattened.

Ji Zhihua's face was a little pale, and his chest was covered in blood, looking a little miserable.

He was not seriously injured, but only had skin injuries, but everyone could see that this knife was the consequence of the young man in Tang Kingdom holding back. He saved your life. Even if Ji Zhihua was furious at this time, he would have to endure it and not take action again.

If you lose, you lose. The most important thing is that this scene is being seen by all the monks in Yunlu City. If you lose but refuse to give up, that is the most embarrassing thing.

As the saint of Thirty-Six Caves, this is also something that must be considered.

This is the reason, but the depression in his heart would not dissipate at all. The corners of his mouth were pulled, and blood flowed out of his mouth, dyeing his pale face red.

Liang Xiaodao put down his left hand, and the scimitar drew a circle on his right hand and inserted it into the scabbard again.

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

Liang Xiaodao's doubts sounded at the extremely quiet plum blossom banquet.

This makes many people's already bad-looking faces even worse.

Ye Xiu was also from Huangzhou, but in his opinion, these were not different from the gateway. In his eyes, the Tang Kingdom was just a force, no different from Wanxiang City or Shangqing Palace.

Most monks in the desert state actually think this way.

“Forty-seven.”

He replied loudly.

Liang Xiaodao smacked his lips, and screamed, "Forty-seven, I, a person who can't even get on the Canglan list in Tang Kingdom, can actually beat the powerful cultivator ranked 47th on the Canglan list in Huangzhou. It's amazing."

This is really annoying.

Ye Xiu didn't say anything anymore because someone had already stood up around him.

Liang Xiaodao glanced at the people who had stood up, ignored 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 his great anger, and felt it was a little difficult to speak and did not speak.

"But relying on the power of the soul, I won by chance. What's the point?"

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

The person who said this was a woman sitting in the first position on the right. She looked at Liang Xiaodao, opened her lips and teeth and said lightly.

This tone does not sound sarcastic, but is very dull, as if there is no fluctuation at all.

It seemed as if what she said was the truth.

There was no expression on his face, and he just looked at Liang Xiaodao quietly.

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

Liang Xiaodao's eyes moved from Ji Zhihua to the woman and asked, "Didn't you ask this girl?"

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

Liang Xiaodao nodded and asked again: "Which are you ranked on the Canglan list in Huangzhou?"

“Thirty-five.”

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

Chun Qiuxue didn't say anything, and her expression was as plain as ever, but the meaning she showed was obvious, so she was naturally stronger than Ji Zhihua.

Many people around were filled with anger on their faces. Who do you think you are?

He actually expressed his appreciation for Chun Qiuxue from a high place?

Ji Zhihua has retreated. Since he has lost, it would be the most embarrassing thing to stand still.

"Do you do it?"

Liang Xiaodao looked at Chun Qiuxue on the front position on the right and raised his eyebrows and asked.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled a little unrestrainedly. If he could fight and win the so-called prides of heaven in the deserted state before Li Xiu came over and win it, that would be the most interesting thing.

"I thought I could be arrogant if I beat Ji Zhihua?"

"After all, I'm just a frog in the well. How high can the monks of the Tang Kingdom gain?

Several mocking voices sounded around.

The smile on Liang Xiaodao's face slightly raised, and a somewhat dangerous curve was raised.

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

He turned his head and looked at the two sarcastic people, with extremely dangerous curves flashing in his eyes.

Tang people were proud and had a strong sense of national honor. What they were most unwilling tolerated was that someone spoke out and insulted their own country.

Especially Liang Xiaodao was born in the northern region, this sense of honor became much stronger.

A faint cold air emanated from his body, and there was no thunder thunder on the ground, but a wind blew.

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

Being stared at these sharp eyes like a knife, the two of them were a little suffocated, and the wine glasses in their hands were also frozen in the air. After a moment, they suddenly remembered this scene and would be seen by the monks in the entire Yunlu City, and would be recorded by Qingtiance.

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

Liang Xiaodao's gaze fell on Chun Qiuxue's body again, and his eyes looked up and down unscrupulously, causing a slight fluctuation on Chun Qiuxue's expressionless face.

Then he turned his eyes to Chu Yang again and said with a smile: "Anyway, it's still a little short of the time before the official start of the plum blossom banquet. Why don't you two come together? I'll save some time."

The plum blossom banquet started today, but it will take time to wait for someone to arrive, so it was decided that it would officially start at the third hour of Si.

Now there is still a quarter of an hour left before the third quarter of Si.

Chun Qiuxue's eyes were filled with disgust, feeling that this person was overestimating his abilities and being too arrogant.
Chapter completed!