Chapter 89: Iron tree blossom

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read2();　　 Amidst the silky rain curtain of Shenjing, a white ghost like a ghost jumped down from the second floor window of the Qiongjiang Pavilion, and disappeared at the corner at a very fast speed.
　　 After ten breaths, a group of burly snowmen wearing short jackets chased out from the entrance of the Qiongjiang Pavilion, without even hitting their umbrellas, and disappeared into the rain as well. After anxiously searching, they gathered at the entrance of the Qiongjiang Pavilion.
The Xuemin youth headed by 　　, on the face covered with beard and hair, was a bit unsightly, and showed bitterness.
　　 "Let's go, I can only go back first. Miss tomorrow will have Dao Wu Da Bi, so I only ask her to return in the afternoon, otherwise we will inevitably be reprimanded."
Liang Po, holding the umbrella, felt his whole body stiff. With the physique and blood of the Great Demon King of Dao Soul Meat Mountain, the youngest Da Xia Grand Master in the entire Da Xia, his hand holding the umbrella trembled. To be honest, He didn't know what to do at the moment.
　　 The fragrance of green silk floating from his chest penetrated into his nostrils. It was fragrant and had a little sweetness. It was a taste he had never smelled before, and it was also a taste that no food could bring.
　　 This scent seemed to have a magical power, paralyzing his limbs and making his heart beat faster.
　　 Just when Liang Po was at a loss, the her chest suddenly raised her head, her hair was thrown back, her eyes and Liang Po looked at each other, and then she stuck her tongue out embarrassedly and took a step back.
　　 The first impression of a girl is white, snow-like white, her face is not as beautiful and round as a woman from the Central Plains of Daxia, but her eyes are slightly deep, her red lips are attractive, and she is full of exotic style.
　　 "This Xiongtai, I'm really sorry, the rain is a bit heavy, so I borrow your umbrella to hide." The girl's voice sounded faintly, apologizing, very nice.
　　The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Liang Po shook his head, and extended the umbrella in his hand toward the girl, but his back was mostly wet.
　　 "You are really burly, are you from Daxia? Stronger than our snowmen's warriors." The girl looked at Liang Po's tall body with admiration.
　　 Liang Po still shook his head, did not answer, but turned around to signal the girl to move forward, fortunately, he has not forgotten his mission of delivering noodle soup.
　　 "Hey, why don't you speak, are you dumb?"
　　 Liang Po continued to shake his head in exchange.
　　 The girl finally gave in and stopped questioning, but walked quietly beside Liang Po, without asking where she went or what she did.
Such a big and small combination, holding an umbrella together, walked through the streets and alleys of Shenjing, across the rippling bridges under it, and passed by the wild ducks wandering in groups in the rain. All the way to the western suburbs of Shenjing silently.
　　Liangpo stopped, and spoke for the first time, his voice was full of magnetism, and he was shocked.
　　 "There are two people following us behind, they should be looking for you."
　　 "So you can talk, your voice is really nice."
　　 The girl’s surprised voice came, and then she turned around and saw two figures not far away, hurriedly hiding behind the tree.
　　 A fat man and a thin man.
Zhao Yuzheng and Sima Annan sat under the eaves of the bitter tea house, looking at the pomegranate tree swaying in the rain ahead, listening to the hunger in their stomachs, like the cooing sound of a movement, even the rouge girl not far away , Both holding a small face, frowning, and looking at the gate of the courtyard, they seem to be hungry.
　　 Liang Po has been out for too long this time.
　　 Finally, the door to the yard was opened, and Liang Po's burly tall figure appeared, not one, but two, and there was a girl with the skin Shengxue beside him.
　　 Zhao Yu and Sima Annan looked at each other, they both saw the incredible in the eyes of each other, and then Sima Annan muttered in disbelief:
　　 "Could it be that these ten thousand-year-old iron trees have not bloomed!"
　　 The rain does not stop, gradually changing from rain to snow.
　　 In the yard, people waiting to be fed are holding noodle soup in their mouths. The noodles at Qiongjangguan are indeed well-deserved. Although the noodles are a little soft due to the soaking time for a while, the taste is still delicious.
　　 The Snow Girl who came in with Liang Po moved a small bench and sat down beside Liang Po, looking up and down at the silent bald man.
　　 "Hey, what is your name?" the girl asked curiously.
　　 "His name is Liang Po!" Liang Po didn't reply, Sima Annan's voice of joyousness came, chewing and yelling.
　　 "Oh, your name is Liang Po, how old are you?"
　　 "Don't look at his burly figure, he is only sixteen years old, he is strong and strong." Sima Annan replied again.
　　 "Then why don't you speak." The girl's voice was full of mischief this time!
　　 Sima Annan was silent for a while, and everyone laughed.
　　 There was a knock on the door, and the squeaky thin and fat people came in. They wandered at the door for a long time before they mustered the courage to knock on the door. After all, Zhao Yu a while ago put too much pressure on them.
　　 But they didn't come to Zhao Yu this time, but to the Snowman girl sitting next to Liang Po.
　　 "Sister Xue, I want to ask you to help me." The thin man approached the girl and said embarrassedly.
　　 "The young city lord has a request, Yanxue naturally dare not follow it." The girl's face gradually returned to coldness, and there was no more cunning appearance.
　　 "Tomorrow's Big Competition, we want to invite you to join, but we don't know many people, so now there are only two of us."
　　 "It's okay, the same people in Liuli City, it is natural to support each other."
　　 The girl nodded and agreed, the thin man smiled at the corner of her mouth, and the fat man behind her was also relieved.
　　 Tomorrow will be the last level of the Dao-Wu Grand Tournament, fighting level!
　　 Since the beginning of the Great Xia Dynasty, foreign enemies have never stopped intruding. With nearly a hundred years of combat experience, they have a good understanding of both large-scale and small-scale warfare, so Dabi also started from actual combat.
Groups of five people, free to form teams, unlimited genres, while maintaining high mobility, gain maximum lethality. This mode is also applied to the military. The smallest units of the upper, middle and lower armies are all five. people!
　　In this level, all young people will be thrown into the small world, in groups, kill each other, eliminate the remaining disciples to obtain nameplates, and rank based on the number of nameplates and survival time.
　　 This unfamiliar and largest simulated battlefield environment tests the comprehensive abilities, combat power, strategy, cooperation, courage, courage and connections of all Big Competition players!
　　 There will be a phenomenon at the same time, that is, the strong will join forces, and the strong will be stronger!
　　 "That's great, let's go find two more, so we can get together."
　　 As soon as the thin man’s surprise voice fell, a flat female voice sounded from the inner room, and a girl carrying a simple sword box and a girl in pale pink clothes walked out of it, both expressions were calm, as if they were talking about a trivial matter.
　　 "Then count us two, we just didn't bother to find a team, so we just made up a team."
　　 Wanjian Pavilion Jiansheng!
　　 Linglong Zong Furong!