Xiao Shutong said curiously: "Do you don't want to see me, or do you don't want to shout 'Uncle'?"

Bai Xiaosheng's face turned dark and he grabbed Xiao Shutong's mouth, "I will have to sew this little mouth in your face sooner or later."

The little book boy said a few times.

Bai Xiaosheng let him go.

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

"Then I will report to the ancestor, saying that 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 slander people, 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 muttering. 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. Today's 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, Da Luomon 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 surely 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 more "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 frowned slightly.

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 you are hated, but it is not because of your "talent", but because of your bad intentions from time to time.

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

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.”

"After having been together for decades, Sister Hua didn't have a letter, and obviously didn't take her sisters to heart."

The Lord of Huagu said helplessly: "The sect affairs are too busy."

"Love."

"It's just a Baihua Valley, why does Sister Hua need to be so troubled?"

"that is……"

"If you want me to tell me, just throw it away, just try to have a leisure time..."

"Okay, OK," said the woman in gold before, "You are free, don't bother Sister Hua."

After saying that, she pulled the white white palm of the Lord of Flower Valley and whispered:

"I know, you have a grudge and you know that you are busy on weekdays, but in Daozhou, you still have to go back if you have time."

"Even if you don't look at us sisters, I'll greet you."

"The old lady loves you the most and often talks about you, don't let her feel heartbroken..."

The Lord of Flower Valley showed shame and nodded slightly.

The woman in golden clothes then showed a satisfied smile.

There are many families in the Ganxue Prefecture, and the blood relationships inside are complex.

For example, ancient trees have complicated roots and are complicated and disorderly.

Outsiders look like their branches and leaves are obscured.

No one knows who is in marriage with whom.

Whoever is with whom is hiding relatives.

Who is with whom, share an ancestor.

...

And under this sword viewing room, it is two floors lower.

He is the head of the four major sects.

Below, there are the heads of the Eight Sects and even the other twelve-rate sect leaders.

Taixu, Taia, the head of Chongxu Sanshan, also gathered in the old room to drink tea.

The room was quiet and the atmosphere was dull.

None of the three sects spoke.

I was just a little nervous when I watched the sword contest before.

Then, in this game, the sword competition that determines the ownership of the eight major gates is a complete torture.

And it's very heartbreaking.

The only person with a better mentality is the head of Tai'a.

He said, "I've talked to Mo Hua."

As soon as these words were spoken, the head of Taixu was immediately displeased, "Don't interfere with the disciples before discussing the sword."

"I gave him the Tai'a Sword Formation." The head of Tai'a.
To be continued...