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The pride of the sky on the side of the cool realm is uniformly dressed in a platinum robe embroidered with fairy clouds and flying cranes, which adds a bit of temperament to people.

It represents the immortal side of this fairy and demon chess game.

And the pride of the sky on the side of the Zhongyun Realm was wearing a dark red robe with a pattern of fire clouds burning the sky, which looked particularly flamboyant and domineering.

That should be the demon side representing the fairy and demon chess game.

"Huh? I thought I had shot my prey. A grim woman in a dark red robe said.

There was no apology on her face that she almost shot an innocent person, but a look of disappointment.

Jian Jiu stared at Xia Qingchen a few times before he recognized it from his eyes, and said in surprise: "Xia Qingchen?"

He was just surprised.

But the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and the cold red-robed woman immediately raised her eyebrows, and the Zhongyun Realm Heavenly Arrogants behind her also gathered around her.

They glared at Xia Qingchen, with a bit of hostility in their eyes.

"He is Xia Qingchen who buried the 100,000 troops of my Zhongyun Realm?"

"It's been a long time!

"I heard a long time ago that he was coming to participate in the Immortal Demon Chess Game, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"Okay, I can't help him when he is in the cool realm, since he has come to the fairy and demon chess game, then I can't say that I want to avenge the souls of many soldiers in the Zhongyun Realm!"

Xia Qingchen was all regarded as a deaf ear, including Jian Jiu and his party.

Its body moved sideways, bypassing them, and walked towards the Immortal Demon City with an expressionless face.

"Stop!" said the cold, red-robed woman coldly.

As he spoke, he shot an arrow at Xia Qingchen's heels.

Xia Qingchen stopped, tilted his head, and said, "What's the matter?"

The cold red-robed woman said, "My name is Hongying, remember my name!"

"Oh. Xia Qingchen didn't care, kicked away the arrow, and continued to move forward.

Behind him, there was a cold and chilling voice from Hongying: "This name will be the one who will end your life!"

In other words, she will slash Xia Qingchen!

Xia Qingchen turned a deaf ear and stepped into the yellow sand.

Jian Jiu stared at his back and sneered: "It's disgusting to be so downtrodden that it's not as good as a dog, and pretending to be deep!"

Hongying said in a deep voice: "Is he really as rumored?"

"You're very well informed. Jian Jiu smiled: "However, it's not a secret, he is indeed mediocre." ”

Hongying looked at Xia Qingchen's back from afar: "It's a pity, it should be a legend of a generation that all living beings are in awe." ”

There was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.

When Xia Qingchen's name resounded in the land of Zhongyun, every person with lofty ideals engraved this hatred, shame and humiliation in their hearts.

No one wants to slash Xia Qingchen with his hand, and he slashes this young god of war in the cool realm, and he is ashamed!

As a contemporary Zhongyun rookie, Hongying is also one of them.

In the past few months, with the goal of killing Xia Qingchen, she cultivated hard, and even surpassed others because of this, breaking through to the Great Star Rank Second Jue.

When she learned that Xia Qingchen would also participate in the Immortal Demon Chess Game, how excited and looking forward to it?

However, when she came to Immortal Demon City, she knew that Xia Qingchen had failed to break through and had become mediocre in terms of strength.

This made Hongying's heart extremely lost.

Kill a down-and-out legend, there is no sense of accomplishment!

"A generation of legends? he also deserves it?" Jian Jiu smiled contemptuously, and laughed arrogantly: "I, Jian Jiu, am the legend of the new generation of Liangjing!"

Hongying was silent, but her eyes were full of contempt.

What kind of thing is Sword Nine?

A character who has never heard of it is also worthy of calling himself a legend of the cool realm?

"Keep hunting. "The red tassel rode away.

It turned out that it was the Tianjiao juniors on both sides who gathered together to hunt together, which was a competition between the immortals and demons before the chess game.

Jian Jiu was in high spirits: "Come on, see who can hunt more powerful prey!"

......

Xia Qingchen came to the Immortal Demon City, and the people of the Purple Character Heavenly Regiment had already launched patrols outside the city, working with a Heavenly Regiment in the Zhongyun Realm to maintain order in the Immortal Demon City.

"Lord Xia, you're finally here. Fanyin jumped down from the city wall, and her frowning brows finally relaxed.

She wasn't worried about Xia Qingchen's safety, with Xia Qingchen's personal ability and the terrifying combat power of the Yunlan Battle Clan, there were few people who could hurt him at present.

What she was worried about was that Xia Qingchen missed the fairy and demon chess game.

After all, tomorrow the fairy and demon chess game will begin.

"Hmm. Xia Qingchen nodded casually.

Fanyin said: "My lord, the fairy and demon chess game will start tomorrow, I have already understood the process for you in advance, and the following matters need to be carried out before the game, namely identity confirmation, detection and repair, participation token collection, uniform collection, and rule sheet collection." ”

"Time is in a hurry, if it is convenient for adults, you can lead adults to handle it now. ”

The best measure of how smart a person is is that they are very easy to get along with.

There is no doubt that Sanskrit is such a person.

Xia Qingchen sighed lightly and said, "I'm a little reluctant to let you go." ”

If Sanskrit stays around, it must be a right-hand man.

Sanyin's body stiffened, her red lips bit slightly, and she suffered from gains and losses.

"Go now, be your Sanskrit sound again. Xia Qingchen pointed his finger at his neck, and the Zixiao slave circle slowly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Qingchen clicked on his neck several times in a row, and the slave circle disappeared without a trace.

"In a year, you don't have to go back to me, and there will be no change in the slave pen. Xia Qingchen said, he can be regarded as temporarily free of Sanskrit sound.

Fanyin Miao was excited, but Miao's eyes flashed slightly: "Then, what if I don't come back in time?"

Xia Qingchen waved his long sleeves and said, "Then write your last words and let people take care of the aftermath for you." ”

Fanyin smiled charmingly, did not feel much disappointed, and laughed coquettishly: "Now, if you want to drive me away, I won't leave!"

In the world, what fool would give up the chance to become a god?

"Wait a minute, my lord, there is another very important thing that you need to know. "Sanskrit Yin Miao caught up.

Xia Qingchen stopped, turned his cheek sideways, and said, "Say." ”

Sanskrit Yin Miao leaned close to his cheek, pressed it to his ear, and whispered: "That's ......"

Bah

She suddenly kissed Xia Qingchen on the cheek, and then immediately ran.

As he ran, he turned around and giggled: "Goodbye!

Xia Qingchen wiped the lip prints on his face angrily and funny, and before leaving, he had to sneak a kiss and run away!

It's not too big or too small!

As everyone knows, this scene happened to be seen by a man and a woman.

They were not outsiders, they were Lin Daoran and Wu Huan, who were walking side by side and wandering around the Immortal Demon City.

The two are intimate side by side, and their expressions are very intimate.

At this moment, the two were staring at Xia Qingchen with strange eyes.

Is Xia Qingchen so handsome that men have to kiss him?

Wu Huan didn't think so, she turned her little face sideways with a cold face, she didn't attach much importance to a man's appearance, and the most important thing was strength and potential.

Lin Daoran smiled teasingly: "It seems that Lord Xia has already known some news in advance, so he is so disappointed that he won't even let the man go, right?"

Xia Qingchen glanced at him: "Inexplicable!"

He didn't look at Wu Huan either, and walked straight to the City Lord's Mansion.

Lin Daoren looked at his back and said with a smile: "Probably, he will soon feel extremely embarrassed, right? After all, Sister Huan is no longer his teammate!"

Tomorrow around noon

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