Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Wen Hujiu looked at the stage thoughtfully, but it was obviously not the time to care about this.

Another sect disciple retreated in dismay, and Wen Hujiu's expression changed.

"It's our turn to go on stage."

Wen Buping smiled.

"No, it's my turn to go on stage."

Wen Hujiu laughed loudly, stepped onto the high platform in one step, raised the wine pot on his waist, raised his head and took a sip.

In the crowd, Sikong Changfeng, who was holding a gun, was particularly conspicuous. When he saw Wen Hujiu, his eyes lit up.

"It's Senior Wen Hujiu, why is he here?"

Xin Baicao beside him tilted her head and thought.

"Although this guy likes to show off, he won't do anything wrong. It is estimated that the Tang Sect has become more and more popular in recent years, and in terms of poison techniques, it is likely to surpass the Wen family's stormy public opinion."

"So, he came here to mess things up."

Sikong Changfeng nodded slightly, but he didn't listen carefully afterwards.

Because he vaguely spotted Baili Dongjun in the crowd.

But there were too many people around, and Sikong Changfeng was not sure.

"It is possible that he and Mr. Li traveled west together and came here to join in the fun, but with Mr. Li's identity, he should not appear in this messy place."

But Sikong Changfeng didn't know that Li Changsheng had become the young Nangong Chunshui.

He was kidnapped by a mysterious person at the gate of Tangmen.

And on the periphery of the crowd.

A young man in white walked straight forward, and the people around him involuntarily gave up their seats.

At first, some people wanted to curse, but when they uncontrollably gave way, they suddenly realized and closed their mouths tightly, not daring to say more.

The young man in white had a smooth journey and came to a good position to watch the game.

He held a wine gourd in his hand and drank from time to time.

"Although this old guy's power is gone, his realm is still there. How can ordinary people deal with him."

The young man looked at the bronze masked man on the stage and smiled secretly. This Li Changsheng really knows how to have fun.

Thinking about it, the young man drank another sip of wine, his eyes slightly turned, looked at the direction where Sikong Changfeng was, and then glanced at Baili Dongjun who was with Wen Buping.

"The aura is condensed and harmonious. It seems that he will soon be able to enter the realm of small freedom."

"Let's take a look at the excitement first, and then meet up with them later."

The young man smiled slightly on his face, drinking and looking at the stage.

Wen Hujiu is worthy of being a strong man on the top list. He forced the bronze masked man to retreat repeatedly with just three or two moves.

Moreover, every time he made a move, he quietly poisoned the bronze masked man.

The toxin invaded the body, and in a moment, the bronze masked man suddenly fell on his back.

"Good~"

"As expected of the Wen family, you should kill the prestige of the Tang Clan."

Many people cheered loudly and talked without scruples.

Wen Hujiu looked very excited, and he smiled leisurely and reached for the wine pot on his waist, wanting to drink another sip of Baidu wine.

But there was a sudden uproar in the crowd.

It was the bronze masked man who stood up straight again.

Very strange.

Wen Hujiu looked back suddenly, frowning.

The masked man's turbid eyes slowly became clear, lively and bright.

From the look of the person, this masked man is definitely extraordinary.

"So poisonous~"

The masked man suddenly sighed, the voice was very light, but it reached Wen Hujiu's ears.

Wen Hujiu's face changed suddenly, and he cursed at Tang Linghuang and others.

"Good Tang Sect, this is the gangster you caught? Is this the poisoner you trained yourself?"

"When did you become so capable? How come I didn't know!"

The master knows the outcome as soon as he makes a move.

The poison in the warm pot of wine is not so easy for Emperor Tang Ling to deal with.

Emperor Tang Ling's face was serious to begin with, and he slammed the table at this moment.

He jumped up in anger and came to the warm pot of wine, staring at the masked man with sharp eyes.

He asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you? Why did you sneak into my Tang Sect?"

The poisoner of Tang Sect uses poison to poison. If he eats too much poison, he will still not be able to bear it.

Or if the poison is too slow, problems will also arise soon.

But the masked man in front of him completely relied on his true qi to protect his body, forming a physique similar to the Buddhist Vajra Arhat, suppressing the poison.

Seeing the situation on the stage, the people from all the sects below the stage, no matter how stupid they were, knew that there was a problem.

"What's going on? Could someone dare to cause trouble in the Tang Sect, which is full of traps? That's really too bold."

Some people were shocked and shouted.

Some people sneered silently.

The masked man, facing the warm pot of wine and Emperor Tang Ling, did not show any abnormality, but looked calm.

The eyes were like a pool of spring water, reflecting the stars in the sky, as if they could speak.

The masked man slowly raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing a handsome, young face.'s face.

He smiled.

"The poison of the Wen family is really as famous as it is!"

Baili Dongjun's pupils shrank suddenly. When he saw those spring water eyes just now, he had guessed.

Now it is true.

Mr. Li from the former school, now Nangong Chunshui.

"Damn~ I was worried for two days in vain."

Baili Dongjun cursed in his heart, and his eyes swept towards the stage with a vicious look.

Wen Hujiu and Tang Linghuang on the stage were a little surprised.

The other party was too young. They thought at first that the other party should be a famous figure.

But now it seems that it is really a far cry.

Nangong Chunshui was very satisfied to see the unexpected expressions of the crowd, smiled slightly, and swept his eyes across the stage.

When he saw the young man in white, his eyes paused slightly.

Then he chuckled and spoke.

"This place is too small, it's uncomfortable to fight, let's go to Wutong Courtyard, follow if you are brave enough."

After laughing, Nangong Chunshui's figure swept out and disappeared in the distance in the blink of an eye.

When they heard the name "Wutong Courtyard", the Tang Sect disciples on the stage looked at each other with horror in their eyes.

Wutong Courtyard is where Old Master Tang practiced in seclusion, and most of the Tang Sect disciples were not qualified to disturb him.

But Wen Hu Jiu was not afraid, the rules of the Tang Sect could not restrain the Wen family.

And Tang Linghuang was Old Master Tang's direct disciple, and one of the few people in the Tang Sect who could go to Wutong Courtyard.

The two of them did not hesitate at all and immediately followed.

The people below the stage looked at each other, stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to chase after him.

At this moment,

A clear sword light rushed straight into the sky, and the figure of the young man in white suddenly stood on the sword.

"Baili Dongjun, Sikong Changfeng, let's go and watch a big show."

"Waiter~" "Jun Lintian!"

Two voices full of surprise and unexpectedness sounded one after another.

Before the voice fell, a boy with a sword and a knife on his back and a boy with a gun in the crowd also reacted and turned their heads at the same time.

The two boys looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and then jumped out.

"Let's go, this good show is really worth watching."

Baili Dongjun said meaningfully and laughed loudly.

Jun Lintian stretched out his hand, pulled the two people onto the sword, waved his hand, and began to fly away with the sword.

"Stand firm, if you fall down, it will be embarrassing."

A faint trace of starlight swept across the sky, and the three boys disappeared in an instant.

Only the whistling wind and the shocked expressions on the ground remained.