"You, are you going to reject me?" the young man in white smiled, but anyone could see that he had a knife hidden in his smile.

Chen Haowu put away the medicinal herbs in his hand and glared at him, as if he was looking at an idiot.

The young man in white was a little impatient, and said lightly: "This may be your biggest opportunity in the folding space, give it to me, and you will gain my friendship." ”

Chen Hao pursed his lips, "It's like how precious your friendship is." ”

He was scarred for this medicinal plant.

The young man in white raised his chin slightly, looked arrogant, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Chen Hao rolled his eyes, "I haven't seen you again, how do I know who you are?"

"He is the son of the Lord of the Twelve Martial Temples of the Martial Alliance, and he is also the first person of the younger generation of the Battle Temple, the Holy Son, Chenhui. ”

A proud and deep voice suddenly sounded, and an old man came out of nowhere, the old man's hair and beard were white, but his body was as straight as a gun, and his body exuded the charm of fairy wind and bones.

He walked straight behind the young man in white, stood with his hands in his hands, and his breath was like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and his momentum was amazing.

"Uncle Huang, you know, I like to keep a low profile, don't talk about this kind of thing in the future. Dusty smiled slightly.

Chen Hao felt speechless, "Do you know who I am?" and I don't know who asked the sentence.

"Now that you know my identity, you should know how lucky you are," Dusty said with a smile.

Chen Hao didn't think so, and the others were all shocked, the status of the Holy Son of the Battle Temple was very good, and to some extent, it was higher than the level of people like Mo Qingyu and Gu Qiong.

The Ji Pojun that Ling Yu had killed was the Overlord Blade in the "Eight Kings Blade" under the command of the Lord of the Battle Temple.

"Holy Son of Dust, I am Gu Mohai, the elder of the ancient family, and I am honored to meet you. ”

At this time, Gu Mohai slowly stepped forward, bowed slightly to him, and glanced at Ling Yu coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chenhui smiled: "Elder Gu doesn't need to be polite, I'm a junior, I should say hello to you." ”

He said this, but in fact he didn't take the slightest action, just smiled, and showed his arrogance.

Gu Mohai didn't care, but said in a deep voice: "Dusty Saint Son, this fat man dares not to take you in his eyes because he has this person as a support." ”

Dusty Hui followed his direction, and his casual gaze fell on Ling Yu, "Is it ......?"

He was attracted by the movement here, and he didn't know who caused the movement, and then his attention was completely on the medicinal herb in Chen Hao's hand, and he wanted to use that medicinal herb to please the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Temple.

Now, he noticed that there was such a person as Ling Yu, except for his strange dress, there seemed to be nothing special.

"Let him give me the herbs, don't waste my time. Chenhui said with a smile, but his tone was quite tough, as if his boss was giving orders to his subordinates, there was no doubt, "Although this son is the holy son of the War Temple, he generally does not use force easily, and this son likes to convince people with virtue." ”

Convince people with virtue......

Ling Yu also quietly climbed a black line on his forehead, and from beginning to end, this product did not show the slightest taste of "virtue".

He didn't speak, he wasn't interested in playing a conversation game with an idiot.

This made Chenhui frown, and the person in front of him was a little unaware......

"Huh?" Dusty Glow's eyes lit up as he stared at the white tiger, he had killed too many beasts along the way, and he was a little visually numb to such creatures, so he noticed it, and his martial appearance made him love it very much, and he wanted to accept it as a pet.

"Whose is this, can you give it to me?"

The big guy was able to stay here quietly, presumably because he was close to someone, Dusty asked. Compared to the medicinal materials in Chen Hao's hands, he valued it more.

"Give your mother a head, I always let others send you things, who do you think you are, miscellaneous!" The white tiger shouted angrily, and his majesty exploded, like a mountain collapsing, and the terrifying blood suppression fell directly on Chenhui, shocking his face pale, and he retreated again and again.

"What a monster is talking about!" Dust Hui screamed, revealing a terrifying look, and he reacted almost like Chen Hao at the beginning.

Chen Hao looked at the white tiger, his face turned red, and he looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't hold back his laughter.

The white tiger's big furry face was dark on the plate, and he could only sprinkle his qi on Chenhui, and said in an indifferent voice like an emperor: "You are a monster, your whole family is a monster!"

"Bastard, bold!" The eyes of the old man behind Chenhui exploded, and his momentum was terrifying, and he was about to make a move.

"I'm fine, Uncle Huang. Dusty Hui stopped, immediately looked at the white tiger, and smiled proudly, "It stimulates my desire to conquer!"

"Dusty Boy, it's with him. Mo Yuehua suddenly spoke out and pointed at Ling Yu.

"Seventh Elder!" Mo frowned softly, this move would undoubtedly bring Chenhui to the opposite side of Ling Yu completely.

"Whispering, this person is against my Mo family, and he should pay the price. Mo Yuehua said quietly.

"He didn't go against the Mo family, Seventh Elder, you alone can't represent the Mo family. Mo whispered coldly.

"He was too arrogant, he injured me and the Seventh Elder, it's like this, do you still want to speak for him?" Mo Rong's face was pale, and his tone was calm.

"I ......"

"It's your honor that Childe has taken a fancy to your things, so you should be grateful to Dai De and give them with both hands!" Uncle Huang stared at Ling Yu and Chen Hao, his tone indifferent and condescending.

"I'll stand on the side of Prince Dusty Hui!" Gu Mohai immediately took a stand on behalf of the Gu family, wanting to use the hands of Dusty Hui and Uncle Huang to complete his revenge, "Seventh Elder, what do you say? I think our goal should be the same at this moment. ”

Mo Yuehua was silent for a moment, quickly made a decision, and said lightly: "Although I don't want to stand with your Gu family, you are right. ”

While speaking, she took Mo Rong and the others to Chenhui, side by side with everyone in the Gu family, only Mo Qingyu and the other two Mo family disciples who were loyal to Miss stood still.

"When you return to the family, you will be punished accordingly. Mo Yuehua glanced at them expressionlessly.

"Uncle Huang, it seems that my personality is very charming. Dusty smiled confidently, "Well, I can't live up to their trust." ”

"One move is the winner, my time is precious. Dusty Hui was dressed in white and had no wind, and a powerful momentum rose from him, and the majestic battle intent poured out like a long river.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, falling on Ling Yu, his smile was all retracted, his face was as cold as a sculpture, and there was a majestic phantom looming behind him, surging with majesty.

"The form of the Battle Saint, one palm to the sky!"

Dust Hui burst into tears, roaring like thunder, but Ling Yu didn't move as if he was scared stupid.

A palm falls, and the ground cracks!

(End of chapter)