Where else can Zheng Qishan go, of course, he is hiding in another carriage of the convoy, at this time there is still a big long ** cold on the carriage, both of them are full of anger, the person who threatened to hurt him Beidi is in the convoy, and they can only watch with their eyes in the eyes, and even give him a ride.

How could such a thing ever happen in the land of Shenzhou, some sad, but also a little funny, the enemy is coming, and they have to use a carriage to bring them to the sect.

After a short period of anger, there was only a long sigh left, Zheng Qishan was a little weak-hearted, and said uncertainly: "Since Lord Zhan Ling has accepted the Guiyuan Holy Hand, shouldn't he make any more moves against my Northern Netherworld Sect?"

Jiang Han was also not sure, who could guess the thoughts of the powerhouses of the God Realm.

"I hope so, otherwise I will not be able to escape from the wings of the Northern Hell Sect. ”

This is retribution, and it comes very, very quickly!

Jiang Han is old, his memory is very bad, he has forgotten the situation when the Seven Great Elders besieged Shangguan Li that day, and he has also forgotten how tragic Wei Zisheng, the commander of the Xiling Guards, died, but he can never forget the look in the eyes of Cheng Xiaoxi in Longqiao City when he looked at him, that feeling, as if he was looking at a dead person.

......

Cheng Xiaoxi was eating delicious food while watching the scenery outside the carriage, the convoy had entered the north, and his mind was on Xiling.

I wonder what her injuries are?

If you don't know, you have to think about it, but the more you think about it, the more you can't get out.

The War Spirit has no sorrow or concern, it eats delicious food and drinks wine, this is the life it wants, simple and plain.

"The man was also in the convoy. ”

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't look back, but replied, "I know." ”

The war spirit said again: "Not curious about his identity?"

Cheng Xiaoxi still hasn't looked back.

"I know. ”

At this time, the war spirit stopped talking, as long as he knew, it wasn't a big deal anyway.

......

Cheng Xiaoxi entered the northern land with the convoy of the Northern Hell Sect, and the news spread throughout the Central Plains in just one day, countless carrier pigeons broke their wings, and countless horses died of exhaustion on the road.

Two days later, Xiling also received the news that Shangguan Li, the princess of Xiling, who had not yet healed from her injuries, ran out of the hall directly, and then kept looking in the northeast direction.

She spent one hour looking at the northeast, two more hours dressing up, and finally another hour running out of the royal city.

At the same time, in the auction house of the sacred domain of Yishui City.

The beautiful young woman also looked north, her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes sparkling, her small mouth furled, and a ball of letter paper in her hand.

After a few moments, her voice rang out like a bell.

"Do you want to avenge her?"

"It's really enviable!"

"Alas......"

There was a sigh behind her, she didn't look back, and a smile appeared on her face.

The sighing person behind her is naturally Deacon Zhang, who has been affectionate since ancient times, and her daughter is reckless and free-spirited, and her vision is extremely high, either she is not moved, and this temptation is the most bitter, how can he be a father without sighing?

is indeed the most bitter, the bitterness lies in Cheng Xiaoxi's heart, and the bitterness lies in Cheng Xiaoxi's life experience, not that he is not excellent, nor that he is not worthy of his daughter. It is precisely because he is so good that his daughter has no brilliance in front of him, and he needs to face too many things, so many that he is as good as him, and he can't bear it.

......

The convoy was welcomed into the city of Cairo, where the elders of the sects had been waiting for a long time, after the natural disaster, the resources in the north were extremely scarce, countless people starved to death and froze to death every day, and a large number of refugees poured into the city of Cairo, and the streets were full of dying figures.

The convoy was escorted by 3,000 disciples of the Northern Underworld Sect, and there was also a response in Cairo, and the refugees did not dare to be presumptuous even though they were hungry.

Cheng Xiaoxi was the first time to come to Cairo City, and what he saw in front of him was unimaginable, and there were refugees everywhere, on the side of the street, under the eaves, the refugees dragged their families with their families, and everyone looked at him with a pitiful look, and there was begging, envy, and longing for life in those eyes.

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't dare to look directly at those eyes that could touch his heart, he didn't look over, he wanted to see the reaction of the disciples of the Northern Hell Sect outside the carriage, after a glance, he was even more disappointed, and he no longer had any mercy for the Northern Hell Sect. In the face of the refugees, the disciples of the Northern Hell Sect did not have the slightest sympathy, and their eyes were full of disgust and indifference.

Such a sect should not exist at all!

The convoy drove directly to the gate of the Deacon's Mansion in Cairo City before stopping, and the second elder of the Northern Netherworld Sect, Tu Qianxiong, stood outside the steps to greet him, and there were two teams of disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect behind him, all of them were wearing bright red clothes, which was a joyful atmosphere.

Zheng Qishan and Na Jiang Han were the first to get out of the carriage, and then walked to the center of the convoy, where Cheng Xiaoxi and the war spirit were located.

Cheng Xiaoxi got out of the carriage and stood in place waiting for Zheng Qishan to arrive, seeing that Zheng Qishan really appeared, he didn't make any moves, just said lightly: "Isn't the sect master pretending?"

Thousands of disciples around him looked at it, as well as countless Cairo City residents and refugees on the streets, Zheng Qishan's face was full of black gas, but he couldn't get angry, he could only lower his voice and said: "Brother Cheng's words can make Zheng feel embarrassed." ”

Cheng Xiaoxi said with a smile: "Since Sect Master Zheng called me brother, then I hope not to stop my brother later." ”

Zheng Qishan looked aggrieved, as if he was an angry little daughter-in-law, he looked at the silent war spirit, and then looked at the aggressive Cheng Xiaoxi, after all, he didn't dare to reveal the words in his heart.

"Brother Cheng, my deacon's mansion is quite old, the interior is unique, the architectural style is also very chic, Princess Xiling also stayed for some time some time ago, why don't you go with Zheng to have a look?"

Anyway, the Northern Hell Sect couldn't run, Cheng Xiaoxi simply agreed, Zheng Qishan laughed and led the way in front, while Jiang Han and Tu Qianxiong stayed to deal with the convoy materials, this kind of errand has to be fearful if it is not done well, the two of them don't want to suffer with it, so it is more reassuring to let the sect master deal with it.

Zheng Qishan saw that the Great Elder and the Second Elder had left under the pretext of leaving and did not follow into the mansion, so he secretly cursed a few words in his heart at the moment, why didn't he find that these two old things were so clever before, and the matter of unloading materials would be over if he was ordered, did he need the two elders to handle it together?

"I'll clean you two up again!"

Zheng Qishan glared at the two elders hatefully, and then quickly turned his head and led the way for Cheng Xiaoxi and the war spirit with a smile, and along the way, he had to introduce the deacon's mansion to these two ancestors, where is there still half the majesty of the sect master, and he looks like a subordinate.

Zheng Qishan took the two ancestors to walk around the deacon's mansion, and then stopped at the gate of a small courtyard, only to see him pointing to the small courtyard and saying with a smile: "This is where Princess Xiling lives, and in those few days, my Northern Underworld Sect can be regarded as a wholehearted hospitality." ”

"Oh?"

Cheng Xiaoxi doesn't believe it, and the war spirit definitely doesn't believe it either, does he have a heart in the Northern Hell Sect?

Zheng Qishan didn't go in anymore when he sent it to the door, but said: "After driving for so long, presumably the adults and the Cheng brothers are also lacking, so I will live here first, and my Northern Underworld Sect will be treated with the friendship of the landlord, as for other things, Brother Cheng is not in a hurry?"

Zheng Qishan lowered his body like this, and Cheng Xiaoxi couldn't say that I would go and dismantle your sect now, so he could only nod and say, "Don't worry, don't worry, it's okay to be one day earlier or one day later." ”

Zheng Qishan turned around and left with a sad face, no matter what, this kid was obsessed with his Northern Immortal Sect's serious injury to Princess Xiling, if it weren't for the fact that Lord Zhan Ling was next to him, he couldn't bear it anymore and would definitely slap this guy to death.

He walked out of the deacon's mansion with a gloomy face, and saw Jiang Han and Tu Qianxiong sitting and whispering outside a shop outside the mansion, and there was even a table of tea in front of the two of them. Zheng Qishan really couldn't help it, Cheng Xiaoxi had made him fed up, and he was already on the verge of breaking out.

"Don't you two think of this sect as if they don't exist?"

An angry roar spread throughout the entire Cairo City, the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, and the other sects that came to ask for supplies were also silent, Cheng Xiaoxi and the war spirit just looked into the distance and withdrew their gaze, and the refugees were still staring at the materials in the convoy without being affected in the slightest.

The table was overturned with vigor, the pot and cup were poured, the tea was spilled, and the chairs under Da Chang ** Han and the second elder Tu Qianxiong were shattered, and the two of them hurriedly lowered their heads, waiting for the anger from Zheng Qishan.