The little book boy said a few times.

Bai Xiaosheng let him go.

Xiao Shutong rubbed her cheeks and said a few unhappy words, "If you don't go, don't go---

"Then I'll go back to the ancestor and say you are busy practicing the hundreds of schools of thought and understanding the appearance of sentient beings--·

Bai Xiaosheng nodded with relief.

Xiao Shutong turned around and walked a few steps, but couldn't help but turn around and reminded:

"Uncle, remember to say less and criticize less, especially not to say bad things about the uncle's family. Be careful that disaster comes from the mouth and offend people you shouldn't offend-"

Bai Xiaosheng was impatient, "Okay, okay, I have a sense of responsibility. If you talk too much, I will sew your mouth."

The little Shutong was reluctant and walked away with a gurgling mouth. After walking a few steps, his back was blurred and disappeared directly. No one cared about it from beginning to end.

After the little book boy left, Bai Xiaosheng seemed to have thrown away a small burden and then got excitedly into the crowd.

When he was away from the crowd, he was a very good-looking young man.

But when I got into the crowd, I immediately brought the worldly atmosphere, like a idle cultivator, blending with everyone, chatting with a group of foundation-building monks:

"I still say the same thing, Taixu Sect can't do it."

"I won't talk about their heads, but the elders and especially the disciples are not in a proper way, and there is no major sect that should be like."

"The sword art inheritance has also declined, and now the sword technique is not at the level of elegance."

"And that ink painting--"

"What does a formation master look like when he relies on formations to make a living in the sword contest?"

"In today's battle, Dalumon will let him know what real sword technique is and what real sword contest is."

"The inheritance of Daluomon is not simple. Going back, it is the 'Daluo Sword Sect'. The Daluo Sword Sect has an ancient origin and its inheritance is terrible."

"Especially the Daluo Feitian Sword Control Technique, the word "Flying" and you don't understand the weight of it."

"I know some inside story, but I can't say it-

Bai Xiaosheng looked confident, "So, I expected that Taixu Sect would be defeated today."

"And that ink painting will die today——

"Don't believe it? You can wait and see--"

In the crowd, people watching the fun were talking.

On the other side, Zhang Lan, Wen Renwan, Gu Changhuai, Yuer, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and others silently looked at Fang Tian Huaying, with a serious heart.

All of them were paying attention to this game of sword contest.

I also silently cared about the ink paintings participating in the sword contest.

And above the crowd, in the Sword Tower.

There are also many "VIPs" who come to watch the game than before.

A gorgeous and elegant interior.

The dignified and beautiful Lord of the Baihua Valley was sitting at the table, looking over the window and looking at Fang Tianhua.

On Fang Tian’s painting, a handsome boy was preparing for the pre-war period.

The Lord of Baihua Valley has a faint eyebrows.

He always feels that it's still a bit like-

In the formation, there is also a talent for being a worldly person, and there is also a charm that transcends the world between the eyes and eyes.

It's just as controversial and jealous.

There are many people who love him, and more people who hate him.

But when you think about it carefully, it's all different.

The spiritual roots are indeed too bad, and I have never practiced swordsmanship.

Although the formation is good, the paths are different.

He is so easy-going and cute, and is as close as a brother to his fellow disciples, and is loved by his elders, and even spoiled by his ancestors.

It is true that people hate it, but it is not because of "talent", but because of their bad intentions from time to time.

These are different from the one who is like a fairy sword, with a sharp edge and untainted worldly dust.

The Lord of Baihua Valley thought about it, and was a little confused when he was feeling sad.

At this moment, a woman chuckled softly and said, "Sister, what are you thinking?"

The Lord of Baihua Valley looked back and smiled, "Think about the past."

A woman in golden clothes with skin as cream, graceful eyebrows and eyes, and a naturally superior temperament, gently held the arm of the Lord of Baihua Valley and said angrily:

"You are so cruel, and you don't remember to go to Daozhou to see your sister."

Next to him, there were two young women wearing gorgeous clothes, with a noble face, nodded and said:

"That's it, that's it."

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"It's useless for me to give the sword technique. This kid Mo Hua doesn't learn sword technique-"

"Taixu Mountain does not attach importance to the inheritance of swordsmanship--."

The head of Taixu was unhappy and corrected: "It's not that I don't pay attention to it, it's my sword technique in Taixu Mountain. It pays attention to the intent of the sword. This is something that can only be understood after reaching the golden elixir-"

"Once you understand it, it's incredible."

"Isn't that a waste of time?"

"This is a foundation-building and sword-making debate, the golden elixir. What should I do with it?"

"Besides, the sword intent method left by Taixu Mountain is no longer as good as before. What else can I do now-"

"This ancestor is thinking of a way. "What can I do?"

"This. Can't be said yet."

"Okay, let us see and open our eyes when we have time——"

As the three of them chatted, they soon became silent again.

The atmosphere became solemn again.

The head of Tai A suddenly slapped his head, "Where is tea? Aren't we drinking tea?"

The head of Chongxu frowned: "I don't have the heart to drink."

"Drink some."

"Sword discussion is coming soon."

The head of Tai A sighed: "In this sword contest, some people will fight. If you don't fight to the death, you won't be able to decide the outcome."

"The Daromon is not easy to meet."

"There is that Ye Zhiyuan, and that, Daluo Feitian sword-

As soon as he said this, everyone had a headache.

"Drink some tea and be quiet."

Elder Taixu took out the exquisite tea stove, the fine spring water, and the green tea leaves, and began to cook tea.

But the three of them were still on the field.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were also gathered on Fang Tian's paintings, looking forward to this sword competition that decided to be the leader of the eight major gates.

Until the end, no one knew how long this sword competition would last.

No one knows what kind of battle will be experienced in the sword competition.

No one knows where the ending will go—

Soon, the bell of the discussion began.

The sword contest begins.

Disciples from both sides enter the venue.

This is a beheading match that requires killing the enemy's "leader".

The "leader" of Dalumon is Ye Zhiyuan, who has the highest cultivation level and the strongest swordsmanship.

The "leader" of Taixu Sect, but unlike before, chose Linghu Xiao.

Obviously, Taixu Sect also knew that this sword contest was different, so he did not dare to take any risks, and did not dare to let the Mo Hua, who "break" and "dead" with one sword, be the "leader".

Ye Zhiyuan sneered.

"Do I think I won't kill you if you don't become the leader?"
To be continued...