The man's green robe faced the wind, stepped on the third floor and the riverside, and could only stand half of his feet.

What is rare is that he stood firmly as iron as castings. He was not affected at all when the wind blew in the river.

The sun in the evening made the bronze mask on his face shine and it became more mysterious.

The place where he stood was so secret, it was a blind spot of his vision, and he could only see it unless most of his body leaned out of the window, or he could look up from the river.

No one would have thought that someone would stand in such a dangerous place. You should know that with a slight move, you may fall down the river.

Luo Qing curled his lips and smiled, and his smile as if he was so beautiful that he was like a living being. She said, "Of course I am a witch. If you want to do it, just do it. Don't talk nonsense!"

Mo Xunzheng said stubbornly: "You are not a witch! If I say no, then it is not!" He glanced over the cult side and said: "If it is one-on-one, I will not interfere. If you want to rely on more, I will draw my sword to help!"

Yang Jinbao narrowed his eyes and suddenly glared, saying, "Where did the yellow-haired boy come from? What a big tone!" Mo Xunzheng's name resounded throughout the world, but he did not report his own name, and no one thought of Mo Xunzheng with the young man in front of him who looked clear and handsome and beautiful.

However, although he did not sign up, as long as the cult avoider left and asked for a little inquiries, he would know who he was. He was standing up for Luo Qingxin like this, and he was already standing opposite to the Jiangnan Wulin League.

Don’t Xunzheng raises his glass to drink, and ignore Yang Jinbao.

What did these people say... want to enjoy it?

They deserve to die!

Ma Jianqing sneered, a yellow-haired boy, don't take it to heart.

He winked at his own people, Xiang Yi and Gu Yang understood each other, so he approached Mo Xunzheng, and Bao Yicheng, Jie Jin, Jia Shan, Qiu Qin, Deng Gang, Ma Jianqing, and Yang Jinbao attacked Luo Qingxin together.

These people have good martial arts skills, Yang Jinbao has three stars in the sky, and the others are two stars in the sky.

With such strength, it is no wonder that they are well-known in the world.

The huge third-floor space has become an excellent battlefield at this time.

The waiter didn't know if he left after paying the compensation money in advance, or was frightened, and no one came up on the entire third floor.

Luo Qingxin couldn't help but feel a little funny when she saw seven people coming towards her, and two others heading towards Mo Xunzheng. Mo Xunzheng didn't leave just now, but now she can't leave.

The people who avoided cults dared to insult her. They cut their tongues in a while. I wonder if the people in the Jianghu would put a big hat on her head.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care.

Luo Qingxin, who successfully attracted hatred from the entire Jiangnan Wulin League, felt that this day was also good, exciting and exciting!

She stood up and picked up the chopsticks on the table. Before the seven people could approach her, she had already rushed into the crowd.

The chopsticks are short and thin, but in Luo Qingxin's hands, they are a sharp weapon.

Qiu Qin, who rushed up first, felt that his eyes were about to be treated as a delicacy by these chopsticks, so he hurriedly dodged. Bao Yicheng and Ma Jianqing behind him felt that the thin chopsticks were very strange. When the chopsticks pressed Jia Shan's wrist, he was shocked and sweated. If this was not a chopstick, but a knife...
Chapter completed!