The suspicious eyes around him made Zhang Xiaotian smile bitterly, seriously speaking, this Wang Taishan's slander is not a slander, he is really plagiarized, but he is not a person who copied this world.

"Nonsense!"

An angry and pleasant voice sounded, Yu Mengyue's pretty face flushed, she glared at Wang Taishan and said: "Wang Taishan, I thought you were a character, but I didn't expect you to be a villain, you can't afford to lose, and you even slander other people's names." ”

Wang Taishan laughed, his face was miserable, his hair was scattered, and he said like a trapped beast: "Then what evidence does this person have to prove that this poem was made by him?" ”

"Hmph, Zhang Xiaotian's previous pipa song was called "Spring Lake Flower Moonlight Night", and this poem is also called "Spring Lake Flower Moonlight Night", the two are obviously works of harmony, isn't this enough proof?"

Yu Mengyue's little face was flushed, this time she was angry.

Wang Taishan said again: "Who knows if this song was composed by him? ”

you, this guy is on the same page as me!

The uneasiness in Zhang Xiaotian's heart became heavier and heavier, and he suddenly lost his patience with this idiot guy, he looked around and didn't find anything wrong, but he still decided to leave here with Yu Mengyue.

He spoke:

"This, you also think too highly of yourself, I Zhang Xiaotian still need to deal with you with this kind of twists and turns, and it is just a sword to provoke me."

“…… I would like to advise you, being a man, in fact, the most difficult thing is to be self-aware. I think highly of myself, I am not good, I am easy to be arrogant, I am easy to be arrogant, and I am easy to fail. If a person can't recognize his own ability, he will definitely not be able to figure out his position in society, and he will not be able to figure out what he can and cannot do! ”

"You know what I mean?"

After speaking, Zhang Xiaotian pulled Yu Mengyue out of the crowd without looking back, and walked outside the Moon Pavilion.

"Be careful, I think something is wrong!"

"Hmm!"

Yu Mengyue agreed, but in fact, she didn't hear what Zhang Xiaotian was saying at all, and when Zhang Xiaotian took her hand, her brain was already confused.

"What's wrong?"

Zuo Xing, who was silently following them, was very vigilant and hurriedly asked.

"I don't know either, it's just that I always have a bad feeling in my heart, you should know, we martial artists - not good, hide!"

Zhang Xiaotian was halfway through his explanation, suddenly shouted, kicked Zuo Xing back into the Moon Pavilion, and at the same time pulled Yu Mengyue into his arms and spun to the side.

At the same time, a black light from the sky struck the ground, smashing a large crater into the ground.

A masked man wrapped in black water and holding an iron rod in his hand jumped out of the pit.

Zhang Xiaotian swung the long sword in his hand, but the location of the attack was not where the masked man was, but on the eaves of the Moon Pavilion.

There was no one there, but suddenly there was a ripple in the air, and a masked young man in white appeared in shape.

His gaze turned on Yu Mengyue, and then fell on Zhang Xiaotian, "You are Zhang Xiaotian?" Isn't it good? ”

As he spoke, he stretched out one hand, and with a slight grip, the sword light emitted by Zhang Xiaotian was crushed.

At this time, Zhang Xiaotian felt Yu Mengyue's body trembling slightly, and when he looked down, he saw her looking up at the person in the pavilion, her face was pale, her lips trembled, her eyes were complicated, and she was obviously quite agitated in her heart.

"Yu Mengyue knows this person?"

Zhang Xiaotian secretly doubted in his heart.

But now is not the time to think too much, because the people on the pavilion have already swooped down like a great peng spreading its wings.

Zheng~!

With a dragon groan, a cold-lit sword popped out of the cuff of the white-clothed masked man and slashed downward.

Under the sword momentum, the air flow exploded, and countless purple petals flew in the air, under the reflection of the slanting sun, it was obviously murderous, but it gave people a poignant feeling.

The literati in the Mochizuki Pavilion were frightened by the sudden assassination, but at this moment, when they saw this beautiful picture, several of them with big hearts suddenly felt the urge to recite poetry or paint.

Zhang Xiaotian, who was shrouded by the sword momentum, did not have such a state of mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and Yu Mengyue in his arms was sent to the rear, and after Lu Jun, who rushed over, caught the person, he shouted "array", and formed a three-talent formation with Zhang Chaoran and Yu Minghai.

Outside the Sancai Formation, more than twenty mecha warriors wrapped in silver battle armor formed a circle, either holding laser swords or holding laser guns, vigilantly looking at the black water leaning masked man who was slowly walking towards them.

Zhang Xiaotian didn't look back, he didn't care about the back at all, and the man in white and his sword falling from the pavilion gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

Brush!

A misty sword light rose from the purple petals in the sky, like a cloud of mist, enveloping the circle, and then suddenly expanded, enveloping the sword light and the man in white.

By the time the clouds cleared, the man in white had already fallen to the ground and stood opposite Zhang Xiaotian.

He looked at Zhang Xiaotian, who was standing with a sword, stroked the blade with his left hand, and said with a smile: "The kid is good." ”

What a big breath!

Whether it was the scribes in the Moon Pavilion or Lu Jun who was protecting Yu Mengyue and confronting the black-clothed masked man, they all had similar thoughts, and a martial artist who looked at his eyebrows and eyes was not very old, and he actually spoke wildly!

What qualifications does he have to evaluate a Spark Warrior?

Zhang Xiaotian didn't speak, his back was erect, like an unsheathed sword, wantonly exuding a sharp momentum, making it impossible to look directly.

The masters intersected, and the qi machine was pulled, and he did not despise the man in white in the slightest, but attached great importance to it, and this person gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

"Good, good, good!"

The white-clothed masked young man said three good words in a row, took three steps forward, and with each step, he was much taller in the eyes of everyone, and in the end, he had the feeling of connecting the heavens and the earth, as if he was incarnated into the sky, blending into the earth, reckless and vast, looking down on the mulberry field!

What a terrible momentum! Even though he was strong in mind and experienced in combat, Zhang Xiaotian couldn't help but tremble in the face of the other party's majestic momentum, but he couldn't swing the sword in his hand!

"Good!"

The third good word came out, and the white-clothed masked young man paused and took out his sword.

Zhang Xiaotian only felt that the ground shook, and the long sword fell on his head, heavy as Yue, thunder roared, like the punishment of heaven, and there seemed to be a slight spatial crack around him.

This sword is gentle and simple, with heaviness as the key, and the airflow in front of the tip of the sword collapses, and a black vortex is formed, pulling Zhang Xiaotian over more than a hundred catties.

With his momentum, there is really a feeling that the sky is falling and the mountains are overwhelming!

Zhang Xiaotian was shocked in his heart, this person had such an amazing aura, but he still responded when his momentum was taken away.

The sword light rose, fluttering, like a breeze, I don't know where it starts, I don't know where it ends, it's hard to grasp, it's hard to guess, with the opponent's heavy roaring sword momentum continues to dance, but it has never been crushed, just like no one can suppress a wind, a wisp of fog.

(End of chapter)