Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Little Li Feidao and Li Xunhuan are not in the arena.There are no more golden silk armor and plum blossom robbers.

One color conquers the world, one title shocks the martial arts... The color is white, and the title is Baidi.His surname is also Bai, and he likes to wear white clothes, and his striking white hair makes people unmistakable.

There is a manor [-] meters away from Zuixianju. Li Xunhuan and Long Xiaoyun used to be the owners of this manor. Now it has a third owner, who is the White Emperor!

There are three thousand silver threads, and there are scholars in the depths of Yunzhuang. '

In the Drunken Immortal Residence, Bai Ziyang was sitting upright, with a Yaoqin in front of him, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in red with a slender waist, so charming.

The little girl looked at Bai Ziyang with her eyes cut like autumn water, and she held a book in her hand to translate words for him.

The scholar is very strange. He plays the piano while reading a book.

The sound of the piano is very beautiful, especially in this spring, the rhyme of the piano is particularly fascinating, and the old man Sun and his granddaughter who are storytellers are not talking about the story.The women, thin men, and big men in the inn are all intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

Except for a drunk lying on the table.

Qin Zhi, old man Sun sat down, looked at the scholar and said: "The shopkeeper here should really thank you. Since you come here often, there are fewer people making trouble in Zuixianju."

Hong'er asked: "What will happen if there is trouble?"

Old man Sun said: "If you make trouble here, you will die if you are not careful."

A slender man turned his eyes around and said, "That's not necessarily true. An earth-shattering event is about to happen, right here."

The woman in green smiled coquettishly, "Why can't I see that something extraordinary will happen here."

The slender man sneered, "At least six people will die here soon."

The woman in green said: "Which six people."

The slender man said: "Hu Fei, Duan Kaishan, Yang Chengzu, Hu Mei and the Chao family brothers."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people around stood up, slapped the table and cursed: "What are you? How dare you talk nonsense here." It was Duan Kaishan, the Hercules who looked like a half iron tower.

As soon as the slender man raised his legs, he came to him and slapped him seventeen or eight big slaps in the face, saying, "You think I'm going to kill you? You're not worthy of letting me do it, I'm just teaching a lesson. You guys, speak softly."

As soon as the two of them finished talking, it started here...

"Grandfather, aren't they afraid of scholars?" Hong'er asked while pulling old man Sun.

"They were afraid, but they knew that as long as the blood didn't splash on him, the scholar would be fine."

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Ask for flowers, tickets, collections! .

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After finishing the words, I heard a sneer from someone outside the door. Four people appeared at the door, wearing apricot yellow gowns. One of them had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the other had a hooked nose. They were the two people who came to inquire about the news this morning.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, when they appeared, everyone was shocked. Only the grandfather and grandson who talked about the big book were calm and didn't show any signs of fear. The old man was actually able to drink.

The girl cleverly ran to the scholar and sat down, chatting with the scholar's servant girl.

The four people at the door flashed to the two sides, and a young man walked in slowly, also wearing an apricot yellow gown, the only difference was that his gown was trimmed with gold.

Although he looks handsome, his face is cold and expressionless. His eyes are fixed on the blue-faced and slender man. A sneer slowly appeared on the corners of the mouth of the boy in yellow shirt. He turned around slowly and stared at Yang Chengzu with cold eyes. Wait for the body of six people.

The boy in the yellow shirt walked over and took out six brass coins from his pocket, and put one on each of the six people's heads. All six of them watched helplessly as the man put the copper coins on their heads. Don't dare to let go.

Afterwards, the boy in the yellow shirt walked towards the grandparent and grandson, stretched out his hand to pat the table, placed a plate of peanuts in front of the old man, jumped up from the plate, and hit the old man in the face like a rainstorm.

The old man didn't know whether he was dumbfounded or frightened. Dozens of peanuts were about to hit him in the face. Suddenly, the boy in yellow shirt rolled up his long sleeves again, rolled all the peanuts into his sleeves, and shook his hands. The peanuts fell back to the plate again.

Hong'er clapped her hands and smiled coquettishly: "This trick is really beautiful, I never thought you were a juggler."

The young man in yellow shirt was not angry at all, he looked up and down at the big-eyed girl with a smile in his eyes, and walked away slowly.

The lanky man suddenly burst out laughing and said, "It's better to ignore this kind of trick. If you all know martial arts, his two-handed trick might have turned you to death."

He is "Whip God" Ximen Rou!

The one-eyed man in yellow, named Yan Shuangfei, nicknamed "Flying Dao", ranked forty-sixth in the weapons list.

And that one-legged man, named Zhuge Gang, nicknamed "Sweeping Qianjun", held a vajra crutch weighing sixty-three catties. In today's martial arts, no one wields a heavier weapon than him.

As for the young man in the yellow shirt, he has the most distinguished status, he is Shangguan Fei, the son of Shangguan Jinhong!

In the store, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Outside the store, there was only a trace of cold wind, which made the atmosphere even more depressing.

Shangguan Fei still had a few copper coins, which he shook in his hands "jingling", then walked up to the drunk lying on the table, and threw him up casually.

With a thud, the drunk man fell on the table, knocked hard, but he was still sound asleep.

Ximenrou said coldly: "Others say that being drunk can relieve a thousand worries. I think it's true. Drunk people really have an advantage over sober ones."

In this extremely depressing atmosphere, a very inappropriate smile sounded...

The one who laughed was Bai Ziyang, the three-thousand-silver white scholar.

Ximen Rou took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes. He really wanted to see what kind of person Baidi, who was so frightened in the martial arts world, was like. The 'tremendous' above!

There are shockers.

There are surprises.