"Eagle, son of Spirit?"

Xia Ji had already pushed the door open, but when he heard the voice, he paused, took off a black and gold robe from the antler-like hanger in the house, and draped it over his body.

Turning to the south, luck raised his voice and responded lightly: "Let him come in, wait for me in the martial arts arena." ”

The son of the spirit came to find him, and there could be no second thing, which was revenge.

The reason why Xia Ji chose to see him was because he heard this person's voice coming from outside the mountain gate, which showed that he understood the rules.

And this man's voice is loud, calm and powerful, with a wonderful rhythm, indicating that he is likely to be a bright man and a man of great learning.

Such people, he sees.

Outside the Holy Gate.

The two Holy Gate disciples on duty heard Xia Ji's order, and only then did they turn sideways and get out of the way.

Then the disciple named Wu Zhong on the left took a few steps inside, raised his hand and signaled, "The Holy Son has summoned, you can come with me." ”

When he spoke of the Holy Son, there was some brilliance in this disciple's eyes.

Full of yearning and admiration.

The man with the knife wearing a black iron headband noticed the emotion that this disciple unintentionally revealed, and was surprised in his heart, it seems that this holy son is very popular, he quickly reined in his mind and politely said "Thank you".

"You don't need to thank me, if you want to thank the Holy Son. Wu Zhong said lazily.

He is also a rich second generation, and before entering the Holy Gate, he is also a tyrant in the city, so he is not afraid of these knights, and he is also very casual when he speaks.

Wu Chong took two steps, turned back again, and said with a pointing look: "You are here for revenge, right? I advise you to dispel this idea as soon as possible." ”

Li Ying's eyes narrowed, he didn't ask why, and he didn't take the opportunity to inquire about the Holy Son's information, he still said politely: "Thank you." ”

Wu Zhong smiled disdainfully.

Li Ying didn't care, and still followed this disciple respectfully.

He gave politeness to the world, and he could leave madness to the knife.

This is his word, and his sword.

The other side.

Meals and fasting.

The younger sister is happily knocking eggs.

Click, the eggshell is broken.

"Oil!"

"Egg wash!"

The oil fried some hot spots, and the junior sister jumped, spun, closed her eyes, calmly jumped back, and then stepped forward to make up for the shovel.

"Stir-fry it far away, and then add cold rice!"

"Sprinkle a handful of salt, turn off the heat, and sprinkle the chopped green shallots before removing from the pan. ”

My sister is so happy to fry rice.

It's good that Senior Sister Ning disappeared, she left, and the position of the Holy Son's warm bed was vacant, this must be filled by someone, right?

The opportunity has come.

My sister is very happy.

Then I don't know what came to mind, my heart beat faster, my cheeks turned red, and my legs twisted.

Suddenly, she heard many footsteps outside the house, pushed the window and looked sideways, the cold wind made her sober up a little, and in her eyes, she saw many disciples walking in the direction of the martial arts arena.

When she saw a familiar senior brother, she hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

The senior brother said, "Let's go study." ”

"What? study, what are you going to study at night?"

The senior brother said: "The Holy Son is going to abuse people again, his every move, every style, every word and deed is a classic, I don't know what truth I can learn from his actions and words, and then break through my current bottleneck, everyone thinks so."

By the way, Senior Sister Jinghua, why are you in the food room?"

"I..." The junior sister didn't say it, for fear that if she said it, she would be heard by the bewitching sluts next to the senior brother, and then came to grab the fried rice.

"Forget it, no matter what you are, Senior Brother wants to grab a position in the front row to watch the game. ”

The familiar senior brother said and hurried away.

Sister Jinghua thought about it and began to eat fried rice by herself.

Later, when the Son is almost finished, he will fry a hot one for him to eat.

When others go to watch the game, she has to touch up her makeup.

It's a pity that I can't see the heroic posture of the Holy Son on the battlefield, and I will inevitably have regrets in my heart.

With a sigh, Sister Jinghua began to move her chopsticks.

...

On the martial arts field.

The two disciples came running with the Taishi chair and hurriedly put it away.

The young man in the black and gold robe sat down, looking leisurely, looking into the distance with his cheeks raised, and his domineering temperament was unobstructed.

Opposite him was the man with a black iron headband and a slightly curved knife on his back, standing straight.

The two looked at each other, and the conversation began.

"Li Ying only wants to fight. ”

"The revenge of killing your father is not shared, you came to me to take revenge, right? But if it's just a battle, then I can't hurt you, so why should I promise you?"

"The sword is the way, and the collision of different ways will make your state of mind more firm, which is also beneficial and harmless to you, Holy Son, right?"

"You weren't going to kill me?" Xia Ji felt the fighting intent, but he didn't feel the killing intent.

"Nope. ”

Li Ying spit out this word very abruptly, "You are the Holy Son, I can't kill it, if you kill it, there will be no place for me Li Ying to stand in this world."

Therefore, I only want to defeat you, and if I defeat you, it will be equivalent to destroying you, and destroying you will be equivalent to avenging him. ”

If he could destroy a knifeman, it would be more painful for him than killing him.

"Do you have the confidence to defeat me?" Xia Ji became interested, this was the third real swordsman he had seen when he came to the other world.

Li Ying confessed: "No." ”

Xia Ji laughed, he suddenly admired the man in front of him, he was very honest, knew the rules very well, and was very open.

A person who can be so dignified must be sincere enough to treat his sword.

Because, although he was surrounded by the disciples of the Holy Gate at this time, although he was facing himself, his expression and momentum did not change at all, it can be described as an ancient well, and it seemed to be pregnant with an outbreak of calm.

This kind of mind, first of all, has surpassed the vast majority of people.

Xia Ji asked, "Then how do you want to compare?"

Li Ying said: "The Holy Son is willing to fight, Li Ying is already grateful, naturally there are many, more than many." ”

"Really?"

"Really. ”

After speaking, Xia Ji stood up, took a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Let's start." ”

"Where's your knife?" Li Ying raised his eyebrows, full of joy.

Xia Ji smiled: "I am the knife." ”

The four words are falling.

There was a commotion among the surrounding disciples watching the battle.

Many people began to take notes, and the words "I am the knife" seemed to open up a new realm of pretending for them.

The disciples deeply admired what they had learned.

The Son may be speaking of his true feelings, but for them, it is a golden sentence to brag about later.

When others talk about knife skills, he only needs to say "I am a knife", which must be shocking.

The disciples were very happy, and there was a sense of fulfillment of the harvest.

Li Ying didn't say much: "That's offended." ”

He suddenly pulled out a piece of black cloth from his arms, held it between his eyebrows with both hands, skillfully wrapped the cloth backwards, and skillfully wrapped a knot after his hair.

As such, his eyes were covered by a black cloth, and he could no longer see anything.

Xia Ji was curious: "Your eyes are covered, can you see me?"

Li Ying said lightly: "My heart is clearer. ”

The disciples who watched the battle were stunned, what the hell did this person who came to challenge say?

Blindfolded?

Clearer heart?

, right?

Xia Ji said: "Putting aside the appearance, is it intuitive knife intent?"

Li Ying said: "Yes, I closed my eyes, and I opened my heart, I can clearly perceive your knife intent, and then no matter what kind of knife intent you have, I can neutralize it with the opposite intention, attribute your power to nothingness, and then take advantage of this moment of nothingness to cut out a killer knife." ”

He was sincere, honest to the point of honesty.

Honest enough to tell the enemy all his sword skills.

However, this is not a kind of self-confidence.

Xia Ji said: "Then you are optimistic." ”

"Come on, Holy Son!!"

Li Ying's right hand stepped back, grabbed the handle of the knife, and began to slowly pull it out.

At the same time, an aura of contradiction containing calmness and madness rose from the man.

He was immersed in a strange path, his momentum climbing, extremely powerful, and his opponent's breathing, heartbeat, everything, were exposed in front of him.

Xia Ji felt a terrifying goshawk, making a hunting gesture among the clouds, and then quietly waiting for the prey to jump out.

Before jumping out, there are infinite possibilities, and after jumping out, it may be settled, and at that time, it is the moment when the goshawk moves like lightning and kills with one blow.

The eagle is the goshawk.

It's a pity that he is not the prey at all.