Chapter 247 reproduction of killing machine

Jiang Huan looks up at the sky. From this point of view, he always feels that the waning moon on the tianque is extremely huge, as if it is very close to him. Looking at the Tiantai, looking at the Tiantai, should be called touching the Tiantai.

Take back your sight. Jiang Huan looks ahead. There are two rows of pear wood square tables. There are more than a dozen of them. They are in good order.

The square table is full of fine wine and delicacies. The curtain is lifted around the table and the dandelions are placed on the ground.

All the famous young talents in the city gathered here.

But what attracts Jiang Huan's attention most is the huge screen wall at the top. The screen wall is made of stone. The whole body is purple black, and the Jinsha carved official script on it.

"Jiujiang is full of guests. How much wine do you have for a while?"

Jiang Huan smiled and said.

"Words are good words, but how can this sentence be so lazy?"

Moving down, Jiang Huan saw the five foot wide platform under the screen wall!

Above according to the primary and secondary, in the middle, left and right, each placed a square table, is still curtain tall, flat Futon.

But no one is sitting there.

Jiang Huan thought about it for a while, and generally knew that behind it was Ji Linglong and park's life seat.

Only in the middle, Jiang Huan can't understand it. Is there anyone who has a higher status than Ji Linglong and park?

Jiang Huan didn't think much about it. He walked forward behind the river!

The square tables on the platform are arranged left and right, with six on each side!

Next to the first screen, it is also the closest to Princess Daqi Linglong and crown prince of Korea!

At this time, a total of 12 seats have been filled, leaving only the last two empty.

With the emergence of Jianghuan and Jianghe, the ten people who had been chatting with each other were all turning their heads to look at them.

Some are surprised, some are disdainful!

Today, Ouyang Yuanqing is still a weak scholar with a green shirt and a golden crown.

The invitation was sent by him, so there was no accident about Jiang Huan's coming. More of it was the excitement in his heart.

On the left hand side, I took pictures one by one. All the disciples of Huang college knelt down and looked at Jiang Huan with disdain.

The river turned around and nodded to Jiang Huan with awe inspiring face. Jiang Huan also said with a low smile, "go to the second brother, and I will take care of myself."

Hesitated for a while, the river turned and walked to the last vacancy of the camp of Huang college on the left!

To the right of all the people in the Imperial College, he Longzhong, the first senior brother of Dongyuan in Wuji hall, kneels down!

He Longzhong had a flowing white robe and a carved folding fan in his hand. At this time, he was keeping his eyes closed and his mouth was covered with a sign of warm smile. No one knew what he was thinking.

On the right side, Jiang Huan basically knows them.

Jicun, senior brother of Xiyuan, Jihua, disciple of Xiyuan, Li chengheng, disciple of Dongyuan, Biaoming, disciple of Dongyuan!

Only I don't see Nanyuan disciples!

Thinking of this, Jiang Huan smiled and said that in Nanyuan, except for the elder martial Sister Feng Shuang and the second elder martial sister Dong Jie, it seems that there are really no disciples who can get on the stage.

However, it is no wonder that according to the virtue of Nangong's shirt moon, there are disciples like elder martial sister and second elder martial sister who have accumulated virtue in their last lives.

It's a fake that Jiang Huan doesn't have a mustard for Nanyuan Nangong's shirt moon. Anyone who is abandoned by his most trusted person will inevitably feel a little sad.

Jiang Huan looks back at the second brother river in the camp of Huang college. He nods his head and moves to the last vacancy in the camp of Wuji temple on the right!

When they arrived at Wuji hall, Ji Cun nodded slightly to Jiang Huan to show respect. Ji Hua also nodded slightly red to Jiang Huan.

This left Jiang Huan out of his mind for a while. Ji Cun was OK. He fought together in the same secret place. What happened to Ji Hua today? Transformation? Don't hate yourself?

Without much thought, Jiang Huan walked directly into the square table. Just as he was ready to take his seat, he suddenly heard a cold hum!

Only see Dongyuan disciple Biaoming see to Jiang Huan's eyes is very cold, at the same time disdain said.

"Who let you sit there? An abandoned apprentice who was expelled from the school dared to lick his face and walk in front of us! Don't you know what occasion it is? Are you the one who can come in here? "

The sound reverberated on the platform.

The river stood up and listened to Jiang Huan's slow words as soon as he was about to speak. "Of course I know where it is? This is the quadrangle, not your limitless hall. I can't let you give directions here! As for whether I'm a waste, you can try it. Since I can kill LUSHEN, I can kill you today! "

The voice is gentle, and the smile does not decrease. Jiang Huan always keeps a gentle smile, but the opportunity in the words is revealed!

It's freezing! That evil spirit did not come from Jiang Huan's realm, but from the evil spirit hidden in his bones. It was also the fear that was given to all disciples of Wuji hall when they were cutting LUSHEN in Fenglong mountain at that time!

Biaoming is also in his early twenties. He just broke through the martial arts realm a few days ago. He still has a fresh memory of Jiang Huan's two moves to kill LUSHEN. He is also a little afraid of Jiang Huan.