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    The quiet voice sounded slowly, and the whispering around stopped suddenly.


    Countless eyes looked at the sword Pavilion standing in the dusk. A lazy figure stood there like pure and quiet snow. Holding the scroll in his hand, the scholar gently pressed the straw hat, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the chattering Luo Feng in the distance, and said faintly, "who allows you to stand here?"


    Black hair danced wildly, and the seven sins stood behind the scholar like a javelin, with endless cold in the haze eyes.


    The new disciples who talked to each other withdrew a few steps towards both sides and looked respectfully at the scholar and seven sins: "senior brother Muya, senior brother seven sins."


    "Joke. The whole shake light Pavilion is under the command of leader MOTU. Why can''t I stand here." Luo Feng noticed the coldness in the scholar''s calm voice, and his heart trembled, but it showed that he had a righteous look on his face and said with a smile: "The arrogant leader died in the sword tomb. Now the new disciple has no leader. You Muya used to be the strongest in the outside world. You are qualified to succeed the new leader in terms of reputation and strength. Tut Tut, here, senior brother, first congratulate junior brother Muya on becoming the new leader. However, as a senior brother, I still want to warn junior brother that he should learn from the lessons of the previous leader , know how to converge. "


    "There will always be only one new leader, that is Su Bai."


    "And younger martial brother Su Bai''s life and death are uncertain. You are cursing the leader when you open your mouth and shut your mouth. It''s really boring."


    "As a scholar, what I hate most is the chattering green demon baby."


    At the moment when the scholar''s words echoed with a little sneer, his body turned into a virtual shadow and appeared in front of Luo Feng in the blink of an eye: "even Mo Tu''s kiss, you can''t step here without my permission."


    The cold voice made Luo Feng''s eyes shrink suddenly. He looked at the scholar who appeared in front of him like a ghost. Luo Feng''s heart was slightly heavy. He was able to rush to the sword Pavilion ranking. He still had some skills. However, although Luo Feng was cold in his heart, he was not afraid. At the same time, there was a violent smell in his lower body. At the same time, his sharp nails were like sharp blades He mercilessly pointed to the figure galloping towards the scholar: "a boastful guy. It seems that most of the new disciples are arrogant."


    Looking at the falling sword finger, the scholar''s black eyes were cold and light, and the ancient scroll in his hand immediately stretched out.


    The strokes on it were full of dragons and snakes. The magnificent handwriting immediately swept with terrible sword Qi. With the force of thousands of waves, the stretched ancient scroll hit Luo Feng''s sword finger.


    KAKA!


    Sounds like broken bones.


    Luo Feng''s face immediately appeared pale and frightened. His whole body trembled violently, and he retreated rapidly under the earthquake.


    Poof!


    Back a few steps, Luo Feng could no longer keep his body stable and fell to the ground. His throat was sweet and blood gushed out immediately.


    Suddenly, the scholar wandered among the rest of his disciples like a dragon. The cyan ancient scroll in his hand threw out with fierce and unparalleled strength and hit Li Xue and others on the chest. With the dull sound of clicking, his figures flew backwards and hit the ground.


    In an instant, none of the disciples of MOTU team were spared, and they fell to the ground and wailed. Looking at the scholars who beat them like flies at will, bursts of warm screams immediately sounded in the dead square. Looking at Luo Feng with a flushed face, the scholar narrowed his lazy eyes and said softly: "Tell MOTU that if he doesn''t restrain you green demons again, I don''t mind taking his position as the leader of the shaking Pavilion."


    At the moment, the scholar is like a thunder dormant in the clouds. He suddenly shows his edge, but his lazy eyes keep these disciples silent. Luo Feng climbs up with some difficulty, and his eyes burst out with some horror. Are all the new disciples so terrible, Su Bai is like this, and so is the young man who looks like a lazy scholar in front of him. Luo Feng can detect that the cultivation of the former should be different from himself Zhong, however, can erupt such terrible strength.


    Wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and Luo Feng put down his cruel words: "I will personally tell leader MOTU about this. I hope you can bear the leader''s anger safely. By the way, I remember that your arrogant leader and leader MOTU had an invitation to fight. Now he is dead. If you new leaders have backbone, send someone to take over the invitation. Don''t forget to prepare your contribution."


    After putting down these cruel words, Luo Feng staggered away, and several other disciples also got up one after another. Their sharp eyes swept over the lazy scholar with a little sneer in the corners of their mouths, following Luo Feng.


    Looking at some figures who fled, the seven sins didn''t have any smile on his face, but stole a little dignified. He walked forward and looked at the scholar and said, "they will never give up easily. I heard that MOTU has broken through the bottleneck and stepped on the eight aspects of condensing Qi. These days, he should consolidate his accomplishments in seclusion."


    The scholar nodded slightly, slowly put away the ancient scroll and said lazily, "a group of small bellied guys will not miss the opportunity to fall into the well."


    "I personally went to Tianji pavilion to see the leader at the end of the painting. She asserted that the leader really died in the sword tomb." the tone of the seven sins was a little heavy.


    "Most of the disciples of Tianquan Pavilion and Tianji Pavilion didn''t go out of the sword tomb."


    "This was confirmed by Yang Xiu. The leader and most Tianquan Pavilion disciples failed to get out of the sword tomb."


    "It''s too hasty to conclude that the leader is dead without going out of the sword tomb." seven sins frowned and said, "did he really die in the sword tomb?" at this point, seven sins looked at the scholar.


    "I don''t know." the scholar''s lazy look on his face was a little stiff. He couldn''t help but increase his strength in holding the ancient scroll. He looked forward to the seven sins and said word by word: "I only know that the new leader will always be him. No one can step in this field without his permission. The younger brothers of the light shaking Pavilion can''t do it, neither can MOTU." the scholar''s words were resounding, revealing an incomparably firm color


    The appearance of the famous swordsman''s tomb set off a huge storm in Langya seven Pavilion. Countless teams were ready to move, but returned with the tragic defeat of the first team. The tomb of the swordsman was gradually covered with a mysterious shadow of death. It is this shadow that makes countless forces ready to move have to give up this idea until the task of the swordsman''s tomb is ignored and hung up in the sword hall for several weeks.


    Many people feel sorry for the disciples who died in the sword tomb. These disciples have good qualifications, especially Xie Yang and Bai bin, who are nine disciples of condensed Qi. The death of the two changed the ranking of Langya sword Pavilion. The disciples behind these people came forward one after another. The whole Langya sword Pavilion is full of people. Countless people like to laugh and make their bets rise a lot for no reason.


    Compared with the joy of these people, some people are as gray as death.


    "How did he die?" Ximen begged Zui, holding the Langya sword card in his hand, looked at the stone swords in the distance, on which the name of Su Bai had been erased.


    "What about Ximen officials? Once this guy dies, we can only bet on ourselves."


    "Shit, I''ve spent all my money hoarding dozens of bets in other people''s hands. I''ll lose all my money before it rises."


    "Su Bai is a real guy. He has only been a new disciple for a few months and dares to perform class a tasks. Who does he think he is?"


    Several voices with a little cry rang through Ximen qiuzui''s ears. Ximen qiuzui raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at the hysterical people. He wanted to cry without tears: "What are you crying about? Shit, the thief is unreasonable. God is jealous of talents. Pity me, younger martial brother Su Bai. He died young before he showed his ambition. Respect the dead. The dead are old. If you feel unhappy, you can transfer your bet to me. Why bother about the dead."


    "Is that true?" all the hysterical curses dissipated, and countless eyes fell on Ximen qiuzui.


    Ximen qiuzui secretly called for a cake. Shit, in the past, this kind of dress forced him to speak smoothly. He couldn''t control it and pulled it out at once. Facing the people''s expectant eyes, Ximen qiuzui knew that once he refused, these people would definitely cut themselves alive. His voice was a little crying: "seriously, it''s just transferred to me at the initial price."


    It''s a great joy that the bets thrown in the hands can still be shot. In a short moment, these disciples who hold Su Bai''s bets sold off one after another and transferred their bets to Ximen qiuzui. In Ximen qiuzui''s frightened eyes, the bets on their hands soared. Finally, except the bets held by Su Bai, scholar and Lin Jinxuan, all the rest are in Ximen qiuzui''s hands.


    "More than nine hundred notes." Simon begged to be drunk, his hands trembled slightly, and his body even couldn''t stand steadily. He wanted to cry without tears. These bets were doomed to lose their money in his hands. "Junior brother Su Bai, I Ximen begged you. Even if you die, you have to climb back for me."


    On the stage of Langya seven pavilions, we never lose any color because of who we lose.


    In the early days, the death of Su Bai and others was still a topic of great interest, but after a few days, few people talked about it again.


    Only occasionally, someone mentioned it and always said with a little regret: "it''s a pity for those disciples, especially the new leader. Tut Tut, but fortunately, Ximen begged to be drunk. The fool bought the bet in my hand."


    Until the end, the name Su Bai even completely faded people''s attention.


    There are few people who can think of him, such as Bu Yunhan, scholar, seven sins, and looking at Ximen on zongmen avenue to get drunk


    For Su''s defeat, trials filled with endless crises are being staged all the time.


    It was a long transformation. Su was walking in the boundless forest, and his white clothes were scarlet