Everyone subconsciously avoided a path for the flower girl, and seemed to dare not stand in front of her. But after the ordinary-looking flower girl walked over, the heroes felt a little strange, why did they give way to her?

But in a moment, Haitang had already walked up to the big green ping with a quiet face, and stood naturally opposite the official. He whispered: "This adult, the little girl is from Northern Qi, and she is rude and ignorant of scriptures. She still has some confidence in fighting."

The Jiangnan Road official narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in front of him who was not astonishingly beautiful, but he didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was shocked by her.

At this time, the cold wind on West Lake blew over, and did not blow the thick cotton jacket on Haitang's body, but made her hair scattered in front of her face, looking a little funny. Today, there was no fairy coming out of Hangzhou City, but there was a village girl who stood on the table because of her humiliation in her hometown.

The Northern Qi man who had been angry but endured before. After seeing her appear, he pretended to be hesitant on his face. After a moment, his eyes seemed to lit up, he was overjoyed, walked out of the crowd, and bowed under the bluestone: "Miss Haitang! Why are you here?"

The people around the rivers and lakes were all shocked, and then they looked at the ordinary woman on the floor and began to become alert and afraid.

Begonia? Begonia of Northern Qi!

The closed disciple of Master Ku He, a powerful man above the ninth grade who has no rival in the north, the legendary Heavenly Vein. It is impossible for a grand master to appear on the edge of the West Lake. Who can be her opponent?

When Haitang was posing and stealing the limelight, Fan Xian had no extra energy to see her. From the beginning, he didn't go to see her, but just frowned slightly, and carefully checked everyone downstairs. After a moment, he finally noticed a place.

A fisherman was wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod in his hand, under the embankment.

Fan Xian stroked his palms on the green railing, looking at the fisherman without blinking, and found that just as the crabapple appeared, the fishing rod in the fisherman's hand drooped gently.

There are no fish on the fishing line, but the fisherman values ​​the cultivation of Haitang and wants to hide deeper, and makes a subconscious psychological reaction.

This small change fell into Fan Xian's eyes. He reached out to take the blue and white porcelain plate in the third prince's hand.

The third prince said in a big way: "I haven't..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian had already thrown the blue and white porcelain plate downstairs!

There was only a crisp sound, and the porcelain plate was broken into countless pieces, and the jingle was constantly jingling. At this time, the appearance of the crabapple outside the building was quiet, so the sound seemed particularly obvious.

Some people looked up at the upstairs, thinking that someone had never seen the world. When they heard the name of the Saint of Northern Qi, they were so scared that they threw the plate downstairs. However, these people did not see Fan Xian's appearance because of the partition between the big tree and the bamboo curtain.

Some people were still nervously looking at the field, not knowing what Haitang would do next.

There was only the fisherman on the lake and Fan Xian on the upper floor, and the fisherman clearly heard that the plate was thrown out instead of falling down, so he was a little surprised and turned his head and glanced.

Just one glance, he could never take it back, because Fan Xian looked back coldly and stared at him to death.

Yun Zhilan, disguised as a fisherman, looked at the young man with a quiet face upstairs and felt like a fire was burning in his heart. Fan Xian! You are actually here too!

Yun Zhilan slowly withdrew his fishing rod, but his eyes were still like two dazzling swords, shooting upstairs.

Across dozens of feet apart, the two people on the upper floor and on the boat seemed to have forgotten everyone inside and outside the building, and forgot that Haitang was furious at this time, but just looked at each other.

After a long time, the two of them had never separated their eyes. There was no temptation in their eyes, only naked coldness. Because of their past grudges, the two of them could never appreciate each other's family affairs.

Yun Zhilan's fishing rod was half received.

Weirdly, a dagger's lightless sharp blade appeared on the edge of the fishing rope beside the boat, as if silently rising up with his movement of closing the line. Finally, the soul-catching dagger gradually surfaced.

At this time, Yun Zhilan's mind was mostly on Fan Xian in the building and the small half on Haitang in the square. Although he was the first disciple of Sigujian, he also knew that one Haitang and the other Fan Xian were the most unfathomable figures in the younger generation. Moreover, the legend of the world, these two people were particularly conspiring to meet. At this time, they suddenly appeared in Hangzhou City at the same time and appeared next to this small boat. What exactly do they want to do?

A black light flashed by a fierce and powerful kill!

The fisherman on the boat groaned and rose into the sky with a terrifying blood arrow on his body!

The black puff on the boat was pulled at the same time by countless forces, and instantly broke into countless pieces and shot out. As soon as the water blossomed, a figure in black clothes broke out from the West Lake and stabbed in the direction of escape from the clouds in the air!
Chapter completed!