Ye Gucheng, a flying fairy in the sky, Yun Shi is your Qing, Yun Luo is your Qing, and Tsinghua University is alone for half a life.
Ximen is blowing snow, and a sword is blowing to the west. When the wind rises, you are the king, when the wind is still, you are the king. You are proud and lonely.
How to determine the outcome of the stormy meeting?
On August 15th, the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Gucheng will fight Ximen Chuixue in a life-and-death battle.
A large number of martial arts people suddenly poured into the capital, and they were all mixed up for the sake of the life-and-death showdown a month later.
A life-or-death showdown between two of the world's greatest masters is a rare opportunity. After all, martial arts, observing and imitating is also a great help for advancement, especially in this kind of ultimate battle.
Putting aside other factors, just the names Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are a huge gimmick.
The ultimate battle!
Everyone's eyes are watching this decisive battle!
But, at least one person didn't.
He is - a house full of flowers.
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(Hua: Khan! Nonsense! I am blind! I can't see even if I want to...)
Lu Xiaofeng sighed, and even a blind person could see the deliberateness. "I really don't understand! Why do you seem so unconcerned!"
Hua Manlou sneered. The fierce and sharp look on his eyebrows was completely different from the gentle and elegant young man he usually was. Such anomalies made Lu Xiaofeng's eyelids twitch for no reason, as if he had a bad premonition. "Seven children..." Was just a word, and he could no longer say anything, because Hua Manlou had already stood up, very suddenly.
With a hint of sadness in her warm brows, Hua Manlou said softly: "Lu Xiaofeng, tell me, what position do I have to care?" The soft and vague voice sounded as vague and illusory as smoke.
Lu Xiaofeng was speechless for a moment.