Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 56: The tip of the needle is against the wheat awn

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Please return the force to the cow.

When Zhao Jiuge’s explicit but connotative words resounded in this courtyard, the seven or eight teenagers who had dim eyes suddenly became hot, and they looked at the delicate and gentle Zhao Jiuge in disbelief. With such words, you must know that the person opposite is Mu Zijun.

Zhao Jiuge was not afraid. She was still faint and light, and she could still face tit-for-tat with the tips of her needles. He didn’t give up in his words. Seven or eight teenagers felt their bodies tremble slightly. That was because of the excitement in their hearts. The blood boiled over, and felt Zhao Jiuge's attitude. Even if several people knew Mu Zijun's strength, but at this moment, it seemed that they were also not afraid of Yiran. They looked at Mu Zijun with impatience as if they were watching chicken blood.

And Mu Zijun's face has always been a faint smile with confidence, when he heard Zhao Jiuge's words, it became cloudy and sunny, and he felt the subtle changes and atmosphere in the court, Mu Zijun His pupils shrank, and he looked at Zhao Jiuge alone with a gloomy look, and said coldly, "Zhao Jiuge, I know you have a little strength, but if you feel that you can do whatever you want with this, then I think you are wrong. I hope you can. Don't regret it."

Faced with Mu Zijun’s threat, Zhao Jiuge didn’t take it seriously at all, and didn’t take it seriously. Since he chose to tear his face, he had no scruples. Besides, he didn’t know how to do it. The attitude of those aristocratic children is even more unaccustomed to the arrogant and arbitrary bullying.

Zhao Jiuge made no secret of his disdain to smile at Mu Zijun. When he was about to speak, he only moved when he felt cold like the wind, his toes lightly, a few flashes, and a slight wind sounded. He stood at the gate of the door and blocked Mu Zijun’s retreat. Seeing that Leng Rufeng was moving, the seven or eight teenagers had a tacit understanding, and quickly followed Leng Rufeng’s movements to fan out, faintly moving Mu Zijun. Surrounded.

"I'm going to see who regrets it today, hehe, I know you are great, but if you feel that you can do whatever you want with this, then I think you are wrong." The same words are as cold as the wind. It was given to Mu Zijun again. Seeing Mu Zijun’s shriveled appearance, Leng Rufeng felt a sense of pleasure. At the same time, he admired Zhao Jiuge even more, and he might not be as light as Zhao Jiuge. Cloudy.

When Zhao Jiuge said that sentence, Leng Rufeng knew that Zhao Jiuge was completely tied to himself. Today Mu Zijun came alone, and Leng Rufeng felt cruel in his heart. Don’t do it or stop doing it. I will clean up Mu Zijun today while there are many people. Even though Mu Zijun has the inferior strength, he will not be able to make many waves under the joint hands of himself and Zhao Jiuge, not to mention that he is still here. There are seven or eight people like Zhou Dahu!

"Don't be too mad." Zhao Jiuge closed his eyes lightly and opened his eyes, talking about the words of Shitai's fight that day. He was taken aback when he saw Leng Rufeng's movements, and his thoughts flowed for a while before he understood. He took a meaningful look at Leng Rufeng. He didn't expect this young man to look ordinary on the surface, and to do things vigorously in his bones, but Zhao Jiuge didn't object to this, and he didn't mind teaching Mu Zijun a lesson.

"You..." Seeing Leng Rufeng's eager appearance, Mu Zijun's expression finally became serious. He thought that he should not make mistakes in his own affairs, and believed that he could make the other party bow his head so that he could give that. A group of disciples gave an explanation, thus invisibly increased their prestige. How did they know that after they came, not only were they cold like the wind, there were also seven or eight buns, and the most important thing was that Zhao Jiuge didn’t know how to rely on it. Mu Zijun was also throwing a rat stopper, and Mu Zijun was speechless for a while, facing this situation, his face became a little panicked.

The atmosphere in the air is becoming more and more depressing, and some people can’t breathe. At this moment, it depends on who can break the deadlock first. Mu Zijun is becoming more and more vigilant as the atmosphere changes, and the whole body is tightened to prevent A sneak attack by others.

"Hahahahaha...It's so lively." A puffy voice broke the depressed atmosphere. Leng Rufeng and Zhao Jiuge's eyebrows condensed, their eyes shrank and looked out the door, wondering who came again. Today was really lively, one after another, only Mu Zijun breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Seeing Bai Zimo’s hazy smiling face, walking frantically into the yard, Mu Zijun couldn’t help cursing inwardly. Don’t look at this kid’s usual uselessness. He didn’t expect to be able to get on the stage at the critical moment. Fortunately, Bai Zimo is here today. Otherwise, it won't be easy for him to end up alone. If he is beaten, he will lose his reputation.

Today's Bai Zimo changed back to the white and golden robe. He also brought a few disciples from the family behind him. In the courtyard where Xiong Jiao was struggling with excitement, the courtyard was not very open in an instant. Full of figures, the two sides are at war, and there is a possibility that if they don't agree with each other, they will fight.

"What's the matter, you continue. Just now, I heard someone calling out there from a long time ago. Now I continue now. I don’t say anything anymore. I'm going to see who is better today, more than people. Well, then I will see if there are more people than you or us." Bai Zimo's face was arrogant, his left hand was on his waist, and his right hand clicked on the figure in the courtyard one by one. At the beginning, he still smiled. Said, his face suddenly changed at the end, and his sullenness became more serious, and his eyes on Zhao Jiuge were full of hatred.

"Bald, please go back and inform them and call for someone to come. Yesterday was not good enough to be beaten. Lao Tzu made these buns thoroughly enjoyable today." Bai Zimo turned his head with a grim face to a teenager with thinning hair next to him. Shouted.

The bald boy agreed upon hearing this, and immediately turned his head and ran his legs towards the courtyard. It looked like he had returned to the house of the dimpled boy and called someone to go.

Leng Rufeng looked at Bai Zimo's hideous expression, especially the bald body that twisted, and his heart came up completely, and he yelled, "Zhou Dahu, go call everyone up too. , Fuck it, just do it."

Leng Rufeng's gentle face blushed at this time, his forehead was violently blue, and his momentum changed completely!

Wearing this, Zhou Dahu's eyes were fiery, not at all timid because of the tension, but as if he was afraid that the excitement was not big enough, he agreed with excitement, and rushed out excitedly, each calling his own men and horses. Up.

Several people present, Mu Zijun, Bai Zimo, Zhao Jiuge, Leng Rufeng, and others just watched indifferently, and did not stop the opponents from calling for foreign aid. The other teenagers in the field were gearing up, on the one hand because it was OK today. He continued to bully the group of buns and was excited, and the other side seemed ready to move because of Zhao Jiuge's joining.

The heartbeats of the personnel on both sides are accelerating, and even their breathing is hurried, and the light of excitement cannot be hidden in each of their eyes.

Zhao Jiuge stood there quietly, his face was as calm as water, but his heart was thinking about how it would end. After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a reason, so he simply didn't want to, now he has wine and is drunk now, and everything goes with the flow.

With a chuckle, Zhao Jiuge shook his head helplessly. After only coming to Xuantian Sword Gate for a few months, he has caused so many incidents, but Zhao Jiuge does not complain, because no one can stop him from moving forward. Taoist figure has been inspiring himself!

In the courtyard, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and the needle pointed at the wheat, and no one would let anyone else.