"Hidden Dragon List?" This is a relatively unfamiliar term to Li Mo. "That's the list of young geniuses in the nine heavens and ten earths." Luo Yao was a little surprised. Why did this young man's knowledge fluctuate? He knew so many people in the martial arts world, but he didn't know what the Hidden Dragon List was. "On the list, there are 100 talented warriors under the age of 30 who are below the inner realm." She paused, as if recalling: "In your sect, Yin Huacheng seems to have been ranked last in the 100th place." Don't you have a good memory? Realizing something, Li Mo quietly buried his head in his work and decided to change his nickname to something less childish when he had time. Gradually, it was getting dark.
The record was almost done, but he never waited for Han Zhen. The banquet in the hall just started. ..... "Only Brother Yin Hua is good enough in this Blood Phoenix Secret Realm." Bai Jinghong is arrogant, but Qingyuan Sect is the local snake of Ziyang Prefecture, and Yin Huacheng has been on the Hidden Dragon List, so he reluctantly said something polite. But Yin Huacheng is not a swordsman after all, he is more interested in Ying Bing. "I heard that your junior sister is good at swordsmanship?" "Of course, she is far inferior to Young Master Bai." Yin Huacheng lowered his eyes and drank the wine, shouting to the people below: "Junior Sister Ying Bing, Young Master Bai also has a mysterious weapon, why don't you represent our Qingyuan Sect and make friends with swords?" Well, a typical case of forgetting the pain after the wound heals. Can Ying Bing care about him? Bing Tuozi was drawing something on the table with his jade fingers dipped in water. Well, it was the shape of the ice cream he was going to make in the evening. Making ice cream is also considered cooking, right? Bai Jinghong smiled and said: "Brother Yin Hua, you don't have much prestige among your fellow disciples." "Hehe..." Yin Huacheng couldn't hold back his face and could only reluctantly say: "Ying Bing is cold and arrogant, focusing on practice and swordsmanship, and treats everyone the same."
Don't you think this is a coincidence? Student Li just came back, took Ying Bing's teacup, and drank two gulps. After drinking, Ying Bing seemed to be used to it and naturally added water for him. "The shape of your ice cream is too strange, it's not easy to lick." Li Mo retracted his gaze on the stage and said: "I'll come to the banquet later, go home first." "Okay, I'll wait for you." Ying Bing and Li Mo, there is still a sword practice session tonight. She knew that Li Mo was not going home. But he was waiting for a destined person. The weather was not good, and it rained heavily outside. Li Mo put the Chixiao Sword to Ying Bing and turned to walk into the wind and rain. Watching the young man leave. Bai Jinghong smiled, holding the wine glass with a playful expression, looking at Yin Huacheng with a bit of pity. "Excuse me." Yin Huacheng was not surprised at this time. He felt. There was no need to get angry because of a dead person. The elders went to discuss matters, and Li Mo had not brought his weapon yet. The village was full of people of all kinds, and people came and went from all corners of the world. Even the weather was so suitable, it was a rainy night with heavy rain. The right time, the right place, and the right people. He apologized, then stepped out of the door, found an empty corner, put on a straw hat and raincoat, with black clothes and black robes inside, and even put on a human skin mask. After making all preparations, he also stepped into the rain. Crack—— Thunder flashed across the sky, illuminating the vast sky and earth, and the green mountains and green waters were pale. The sound of rain was so loud that it also covered Yin Huacheng's breathing and heartbeat. The water drops fell on his few exposed skins, but they could not get on them at all, as if there was a layer of slippery material blocking them.
He silently shuttled through the forest beside the official road. When he encountered obstacles, his body would twist like a spirit snake, with quick and strange movements. A pair of vertical pupils stared at the back of the boy in front of him. It was far enough. He was just about to kill him with one blow. But at this moment, the boy in front turned around and looked in his direction. When their eyes crossed, Yin Huacheng's heart jumped suddenly. It was too calm. The boy was not only not frightened, but even seemed relieved. "Brother Yin Hua, it's a good thing you are impatient." "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to wait for you today." Li Mo said softly. "Wait for me?" Yin Huacheng's body had begun to deform uncontrollably. His neck suddenly rose, his scales pierced his skin, and his eyes turned into cold snake pupils. "Here, there is no one to answer." "I will kill you, destroy your body, and leave a swallow in front of Xiyu Tower." "You will die at the hands of Xiyu Tower, who will know it was me?" He didn't know whether he was threatening or trying to convince himself. "What a coincidence." A hammer of strange shape fell into his hand. Li, rainy night with a hammer but no sword, Mo. "That's what I thought at first." "Die!" Yin Huacheng was the first to attack, his body trembling violently, as if there were hundreds of beasts roaring in his body. Li Mo seemed to hear a hissing. Is it a snake? Or a dragon? It was like the breath of a prehistoric beast, which was purely from the tyrannical body, a terrifying pressure, not some kind of charm. But..... Crack——
Thunder roared, a lightning snake left its figure in the night, and the sky and the earth lost color in an instant. There was a sound, very loud. Even the thunder that just rolled could not cover it. Hammer? When the hammer fell. Yin Huacheng wanted to roar, but found that he couldn't make a sound. The rain suddenly solidified, and then was rolled back into the sky, forming a short vacuum. This hammer. The Xuandan was shattered, the inner breath collapsed, and Yin Huacheng killed countless people. The beast's body was refined to the point where it seemed like it was just mud. He was smashed to the ground and his bones were shattered. "Oh, it's such a harsh attack. Just tell me what you want." Qian Bufan walked out from behind the curtain of rain, and with him was Xue Jing. Mr. Xue looked sad and sighed: "Still able to breathe." With a stamp of his foot, Yin Huacheng was shaken out. He was so miserable at this time that it was hard to call him a human being, because the flesh and blood on his body seemed to have a consciousness of its own and was eating him back. "Yin Hua... why bother?" Qian Bufan sighed heavily. Yin Huacheng is like this, and Yin Huaxuan cannot possibly be unaware of it. This can only mean that this elder of Precious Beast Peak may be the source of the blood refining of hundreds of beasts. "At that time on Qingyuan, Shang Wu was so reckless that he almost revealed the truth." Xue Jing frowned. Yin Huacheng's body was already on the verge of collapse. Using healing medicine will intensify the backlash of flesh and blood. "The sect leader already knows about this." "Xiao Mo, just pretend that nothing happened. We will handle Yin Huaxuan's matter ourselves." Xue Jing pondered. The Demon Evoking Cult is weird, and there may be ways they don't know about to deliver messages.
"Give him pain..." "okay." boom-- Very soon. Xue Jing and Qian Bufan watched the young man take back the hammer and were a little silent for a while. You kid, you didn't intend to let Yin Huacheng live from the beginning, right? They are all thinking. Qingyuan Sect may not produce Shang Wu No. 2. But the blue is better than the blue. Fortunately, Li Mo is always very kind to his own people... ... Inside Dongli Village. Banquet room. Bai Jinghong suddenly stood up, looked at the old man beside him, held his sword and said: "Everyone, this Blood Phoenix Secret Realm is extremely dangerous." "We, Hengyun Jiancheng, are compassionate and do not want everyone to lose their lives in vain." "If you can't catch my three moves, I don't think there is any need to enter the secret realm and take risks." He spoke calmly. The content is quite polite, but the tone expresses nothing more than: ‘Everyone here is rubbish. ’ ‘What level do you want to compete with me for a chance? ’ Don't say it. Bai Jinghong's gaze was like a sword, sweeping down sharply. Most people really didn't dare to look at him. Of course there are a few exceptions. Tie Qi's eyes were blazing and he didn't shy away. Luo Yu frowned, you pretended to be my pussy, what should I pretend to do? certainly. And Bingtuozi.
She is still drawing ice cream.