Li Ge left Hanyuan Palace with a crimson smile on his face.

Then, before he walked a hundred meters away, almost more than 80% of the people on Jianfeng got the news.

Jianfeng, the place where flowers are picked.

As we all know, there are no inner disciples on Jianfeng except a few direct disciples of Jin Baiyu and the two or three disciples accepted by his disciples.

This is the residence of the outer disciples.

Most of the people on Jianfeng gathered in this large courtyard.

Jianfeng is a vast area with sparsely populated areas, and the Zhihua Residence is divided into different small courtyards. Perhaps some disciples like to be clean and open a small courtyard by themselves in a remote part of the area, which is also sparse and common.

In the past, it was rare to see more than five people gathering inside the Flower Picking House.

Today, there were a lot of people standing.

Everyone stood or leaned against the surrounding railings, bamboo groves, etc., and each of them seemed to be deliberately tidying up and tidying up.

From the outside, young people with either feminine or fair faces are bathing in the sun, which is simply an amazing sight.

It's a pity that the expressions of the people in the beautiful scenery are not very friendly.

A young man wearing a hairband and looking well-dressed looked around irritably, and finally couldn't help but said, "You just watch him show off his power?!"

The young man next to him, dressed in purple and looking very feminine, glanced at him with a gloomy look on his face.

"Oh, you said it nicely. If you have the ability, go find him yourself."

"Zhan Qingyu! What do you mean by this??!"

"What do I mean?" The young man in purple raised his eyelids, with a sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth, and prolonged his already slow and lackluster tone, "It means something

People don’t dare to stand out, so they pretend to be irritable and make noise here.”

"Zhan Qingyu!" A wave of blue veins appeared on the forehead of the young man with a crown of hair. He glared at the young man in purple with eyes that were almost bursting with fire. He had already begun to draw the sword in his hand.

"enough--"

A soft but slightly hoarse voice shouted, interrupting their small-scale battle that was about to break out.

Oddly enough, at first glance, this voice did not sound intimidating. Even its volume was as light as a breeze, as if it was coming from a person with insufficient strength.

But when his voice fell, the two fighting cock-like figures immediately froze.

He shut his mouth obediently.

Even the courtyard, which was noisy just now, was quiet now.

Everyone exchanged glances, and finally their eyes fell on the person who made the noise.

It turned out to be a man in a wheelchair.

The man has long, dark, dark blue hair. The color is not eye-catching, but when the sunlight flows, his long hair also has faint streaks of luster.

People can't help but keep their eyes on it.

On the contrary, as dark as his long hair is, his skin color is as pale.

Unlike the fair skin of a normal person, there was no blood on his face, and even his lips were pale. Paired with his cold and indifferent eyes, he looked like a snowman on an iceberg.

Weak and lonely, when exposed to the sun, they will melt under the heat.

Not far away from him, Zhao Suiyu looked at the man's profile, with an imperceptible shock flashing in his eyes.

Why did this person come out?

This person actually came out?!

Wait, why did he forget before that on this Sword Peak, the person who best fits the image of Jin Baiyu’s dead fiancé is none other than Jimo Yunran!

It's just because this person basically hasn't stepped out of his own yard for several years since he came to Jianfeng.

That's why they subconsciously forgot about this most competitive opponent!

The young man with the hair who had been arguing earlier said to the man: "Brother Jimo, why are you here?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Jimo," Zhao Suiyu answered the young man's words, her voice was gentle and considerate, full of concern, "Although the sunshine is quite good these days, the wind is still a bit strong, please be careful to catch a cold."

He had to find out why Jimo Yunran came out.

If it's like them, it's to compete for the position next to Jin Baiyu...

A trace of resentment and jealousy flashed in Zhao Suiyu's eyes.

Jimo Yunran raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

That glance was like a sudden cold wind in the cold world, carrying frost, and Zhao Suiyu felt in a trance that he had been seen through by this person!

Jimo Yunran did not answer Zhao Suiyu's concerned questions.

However, the two stern-faced attendants beside him politely said to Zhao Suiyu: "Junior brother Zhao, our young master is not so fragile yet. If you don't have the time to spare, why not practice your sword in a real way?"

Damn those annoying little thoughts."

These words were a slap in the face to Zhao Suiyu!

Zhao Suiyu's expression instantly darkened. He glared at the two attendants, seemingly questioning them, but in fact he was looking at Jimo Yunran.

"Senior brother Jimo, what do your two attendants mean? Junior brother doesn't quite understand."

"If you don't understand, don't listen," another person said with a smile, "It's okay, you only have so much brains. It's normal if you can't understand what we say. There's no need to feel ashamed."

Zhao Suiyu: "..."

He almost broke through the fragile image he usually put on with great effort!

Taking two deep breaths, I knew that it would be useless if I continued, and I might have to hear more unpleasant words.

Zhao Suiyu gritted his teeth and sneered: "Senior brother Jimo, after all, we are all serious disciples of Jianfeng. You haven't left the house in the past three years, and as soon as you go out, you let your attendants insult the junior brother - I don't know where the junior brother is.

That's all I've offended you. Since you have such an attitude, I'd better leave."

With that said, he turned around and walked away.

As he walked, he sneered angrily in his heart: Isn't he just a useless person?! Even if Jimo Yunran has a noble status in the mortal world and is the emperor's son, so what?!

In the world of cultivation, strength has always been respected!

No matter how arrogant you are, after losing your cultivation and becoming a useless person, you are still like them, being sent to Jianfeng as a flattering gift!

What is there to be proud of!

The appearance of Jimo Yunran caused quite a stir on Jianfeng.

For a while, the people who were originally focused on discussing how to deal with Li Ge began to secretly communicate with each other in private: Li Ge, the brainless one, can slow down. Jimo Yunran went out at this time, most likely because of Jin Baiyu.

Come.

This is the biggest enemy on the entire mountain!

Jimo Yunran, who was missed by most of Jianfeng, returned to his small courtyard.

After closing the door, he tapped his fingertips lightly on the sandalwood table.
Chapter completed!