When Yang Ruoxi heard this, she glanced at Xiao Fan angrily, she seemed to underestimate this man's strong nerves.

"Let's talk about the Ji family, and see how my rival family is." Xiao Fan's fingers gently twisted a strand of Yang Ruoxi's hair, put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and closed his eyes comfortably.

"The Ji family, the same as the Xuanyuan family, it's just that the Ji family treats those people much more cruelly than the Xuanyuan family, most of them have been trained by the Ji family to be puppets, that is, puppets who only know how to fight, and those people are the guardian force of the Ji family, so, don't underestimate this family, can the eight hundred iron horses in Murong Jun's mouth be safe in the world? In front of the Ji family, it's just a joke. Yang Ruoxi said lightly.

"Where does the name of the day come from?" Xiao Fan looked at Yang Ruoxi and asked.

What he is more concerned about now is what is the meaning behind the two words of heavenly calculation.

"Boasting of being counted into the world." Yang Ruoxi sneered, in the final analysis, Yang Ruoxi is a little disdainful of these after all, she doesn't believe in fate, she only knows that things are man-made.

In front of ordinary people, the Ji family can be called a celestial, but in front of some people, it is just a god, of course, the art of deduction is a commendable person.

If a person wears the hat of fortune-telling and fools people for a year or two, he is a complete liar.

But if you can fool people for ten or eight years, then this is a level.

The Ji family has relied on this name for thousands of years, if there is no real material, it is too much to say.

However, Xiao Fan scoffed at fortune telling. Like Yang Ruoxi, he believes that things are done by people.

If everything is predestined in the dark, then what's the use of fighting around?

Instead of struggling, it is better to wait for the arrangement of heaven.

Xiao Fan gently held Yang Ruoxi's slender jade hand, "Ruoxi," Xiao Fan looked at Yang Ruoxi and shouted softly.

Looking at Xiao Fan's deep eyes, full of tenderness, Yang Ruoxi hummed lightly, blinked his eyes like water, looked at Xiao Fan, and waited for Xiao Fan's next words.

"If I win this world, then the Xuanyuan clan should promise you to me." Xiao Fan looked at Yang Ruoxi and said lightly.

"I don't know," Yang Ruoxi shook his head lightly at this time.

She may like Jiangshan, but she doesn't like Xiao Fan to fight, the current situation, as an outsider, she can't see clearly, let alone someone in the bureau.

"Would you like to, then?" Xiao Fan looked at Yang Ruoxi and asked.

"Whether you get this world or not, Ruoxi is willing." Yang Ruoxi held Xiao Fan's hand and said softly.

Xiao Fan smiled faintly, but he had already made a decision in his heart.

Of course, at the moment, the most important thing is to get through the current difficulties.

The Son of God is coming, which is definitely not a very optimistic thing for Xiao Fan now.

I glanced at the sky, and it was still early in the dark.

Xiao Fan looked at Yang Ruoxi, "Let's talk about the Supreme Pavilion and the Holy Gate," Xiao Fan said lightly.

Yang Ruoxi seemed to know all about this, the Xuanyuan clan and the Ji family were currently far away from him, but the Holy Gate and the Supreme Pavilion were what Xiao Fan had to face in front of him.

Of course, there is also a Nangong family.

As for Murong Jun, Xiao Fan didn't pay so much attention to it, if there was no Nalan Wudao behind him, Murong Jun wouldn't be able to make any waves.

In this battle between the north and the south, Murong Jun is simply a chess piece, and what he really needs to focus on is the duel between the two ancient forces of the Holy Gate and the Supreme Pavilion.

And the battle between the Murong family and the Nangong family is just a howl.

Murong Jun has the ambition to get this world, but everything has to be built on the basis of Nalan Wudao's victory or defeat.

Therefore, judging from the current situation, the Nangong family is untouchable, and it has nothing to do with the situation in front of him, Xiao Fan is not worried, so Murong Junbai picked up a bargain.

"Compared with the Xuanyuan family, the origin of the Holy Gate and the Supreme Pavilion is much easier to accept." Yang Ruoxi said lightly.

"You who are fighting against the five pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion, you should be able to guess some." Yang Ruoxi said lightly.

"You mean, the predecessor of the Supreme Pavilion was the previous martial arts sects?" Xiao Fan looked at Yang Ruoxi and said.

Judging from the number of martial arts paths and the way they dress, this is very likely.

"Well," Yang Ruoxi nodded slightly, it was not difficult to guess this.

"As for the origin of the Holy Gate, it is much more complicated," Yang Ruoxi frowned slightly.

"Some people say that its predecessor was a certain group during the Qing Dynasty, and some people say that it was a certain meeting, but the origin of the Holy Gate should be in the Qing Dynasty, as for the real origin, it is impossible to guess, if you want to know, ask Nalan Wudao, this point, has nothing to do with the overall situation." Yang Ruoxi said lightly.

"Oh," Xiao Fan nodded slightly, knowing the origin of the Holy Gate and the Supreme Pavilion.

There are also some unknown secrets of the Xuanyuan clan and the Ji family.

Huaxia, the north, Yuncheng, is the place where the war between the north and the south is located, and Garuda and the bewitching man stand at the top of the building, overlooking the busy city.

No matter how tense the atmosphere is today, Yuncheng is still brightly lit and singing and dancing.

The war between the North and the South must not affect the lives of ordinary people, and this is the consensus reached by both sides.

"Those nasty guys in the Divine Court have come to Huaxia." The bewitching man looked at Garuda and said lightly.

"Led by the Divine Son, and there are six Divine Court warriors, what a big deal." The corner of the bewitching man's mouth hooked up a playful smile and said.

"Against that man?" Garuda asked.

"Hmm," the seductive man shook his head slightly.

"Speaking of which, I haven't fought those nasty guys in the Divine Court for many years, Garuda, this time, do you want to have fun?" The seductive man asked.

"Okay," Garuda nodded slightly.

The enchanting man looked at Garuda in some surprise, as if he was a little surprised that Garuda agreed so quickly.

Garuda's silver eyes showed a strange color, looking at the bewitching man.

"Kinara, don't try to hide anything from me, you know, just because I don't know." Garuda said lightly.

Hearing this, the bewitching man's face changed.

"You're saying you're here for the same purpose as I am?" Kinnara asked.

"That's what you said." The corners of Garuda's mouth curled up in a faint arc.

Hearing this, Jinnaro touched his nose depressedly, "The master of the door is really an old man, I am enough alone, why do I want to exclude you." Kinnara pouted.

"Slandering the master of the door behind his back, Kinara, I have written this down for you." Garuda said lightly.

"Uh," Kinnara opened her mouth, as if remembering something terrible.

"Garuda, when did you become so cunning?" Kinnara asked, glaring at the bewitching peach blossom eyes.