Situ Di couldn't believe that he had failed, but he still had to go to the Holy Gate headquarters, after all, his plans were already ready.

He wants to go to Yunxin Pavilion to obtain two mystical methods, and from then on, with his supreme understanding and divine skills, he will marry Bai Fumei, dominate the world, and walk on the pinnacle of life from then on.

As for the Holy Son's moves just now, they should just take advantage of the resources of the headquarters.

If it were him, he would definitely not be worse than the Holy Son!

Thinking of this, Situ Di's expression became hot.

However, Xia Ji listened to the words of the disciple of the Holy Hall Master, and his footsteps did not stop.

Don't you have a little self-knowledge?

Or do you feel like you've just slapped your face with a fruit knife?

But the response still has to be responded.

Xia Ji paused, then pointed at Li Ying and said: "He is the first entourage I accepted, if you fight with him and survive three moves, I will accept you." ”

Situ Di immediately regained his confidence.

If you can't beat the Son, can't you even beat an entourage?

He put away his sword and looked sideways at the man with the hoop.

The man was already a little older, seven or eight years older than him, but so what?

It seems that he has become a retinue of the Holy Son at such an age, and it seems that it is nothing more than that.

He clenched his fists, and his expression was restrained with arrogance: "Please advise." ”

Li Ying was a little speechless.

Holy Son, you are too fierce, aren't you?

Wouldn't it be nice to just say no?

You slapped someone, and now you want me to go up and slap me again.

You're going to get double pleasure.

But this kind of self-righteous person, Li Ying doesn't like it either, he doesn't say much, all his subordinates see the truth, the words are loud, and they say too much, what's the use?

It's all nothing.

They can all be cut with a single sword.

The same is true of this world.

As long as it is strong enough, it is to ask the sky with a knife, does God dare to be silent?

However, on the other side, the disciples of the Holy Gate began to worry.

"Oh, that waste is going to lose the face of our holy son, what should I do?"

"In the face of the Holy Son, he can only draw a sword of five inches, he can't do it, why does the Holy Son appreciate him very much?"

Senior Sister Jinghua, who had interacted with the Holy Son, and Senior Sister Xiang Nuan, both clenched their fists nervously.

Just now, that Situ Di jumped like a clown, and they were also very unhappy to watch, and the Holy Son crushed him with a fruit knife, which made them feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

But now, this waste is going up, is it asking people to slap their faces back?

The younger brothers and sisters were worried.

These expressions fell in the eyes of Situ Di's already Miaorong Mansion Master, and they were a sign of steady victory.

Situ Di smiled, he didn't seem to have the grievances just now, he took a few steps back, and said with a demeanor: "Li Ying, you can strike first." ”

The man with the hoop did not take out a black cloth to cover his eyes.

He covers his eyes, and he is the most powerful when he is happy, but in the face of this kind of role of sitting in a well and watching the sky, he can use his sword intent to suppress this disciple and not even pull out his sword.

The Holy Son can make himself unable to draw a sword, but in front of these scum, he can also do it.

The two of them opened their formation on the large blanket embroidered with peony patterns.

The guests were clearly unrefreshed.

I am concentrating.

Get ready to see a good show.

But at this time.

Suddenly...

The door of Yingxian Tower was opened.

The cold rain outside the house, and the warm fragrance on the banquet, could not be covered by the cold light of the day.

A thin woman in a green coat walked through the door, carrying a bag in her left hand, which seemed to hit two spherical objects, but the blood stained the bag red, and it was almost immediately apparent that the bag contained two heads.

But these are nothing.

The girl carried a very exaggerated long knife behind her back, and only when she carried it diagonally would she not mop the floor.

The atmosphere that was about to start was broken.

Master Miaorong Fu frowned.

When Situ Di saw the visitor, he showed even more disgust.

Subconsciously, he said: "Su Chan, who asked you to come, this is the banquet of the Holy Son, you ominous person came here to collide with the Holy Son?

The woman in Tsing Yi looked indifferent, full of despair, loneliness, and obsession with all kinds of complex expressions.

The confusion in her eyes that had just begun to see so many people began to fade, and she saw that it was now the time to challenge the Holy Son.

Originally, she wanted to make up her mind to avenge the Son who might not have any hope at all, but now, she suddenly changed her mind.

An unspeakable flame rose from the bottom of her heart.

Out of control.

Princes and generals, rather have a kind?!

If you don't dare to gamble on everything, how can you be considered a last battle?

Besides, I have nothing left.

Bet it once!

Be willful for once!

"I'm not Su Chan, I'm a chilling cicada. ”

The skinny woman spoke the first sentence first.

Then the bag was thrown out, and two heads rolled out of the bag.

"The Qingjiang Axe Gang, the leaders of the Water Dragon Gang on both sides, didn't listen to persuasion, so I killed them, the dispute between the two sides has stopped, this is considered to have completed the task, right?"

This is the second sentence that the chiller said.

Didn't wait for anyone to pull her away.

Han Cicada bit his lip and looked at the young man in the black and gold robe who was sitting at the main table, word by word, almost all the consciousness, and said the third sentence very clearly: "Han Cicada, ask for the Holy Son!"

As soon as these words came out, her whole body seemed to be relaxed.

Her fate is no longer her own.

It was already in the hands of the young man.

The Master of the Miaorong Mansion Holy Hall suddenly got up and sneered, "You ominous person also want to challenge the Holy Son, why don't you go down!"

The cold cicada glanced at him with a cold expression, but he was indifferent, staring at Xia Ji with burning eyes.

The fighting spirit is very strong.

The guru said sharply, "Someone!"

Xia Ji raised his hand to signal no, then stood up and looked at the thin girl.

He could see at a glance that the girl was actually exhausted, she killed the two of them, and then ran for a long time, braving the rain to rush here, both physically and mentally at the end of the crossbow.

What's more, she's not a strong crossbow either.

It was a burning will.

Now this will has allowed her to support herself here, and she opened her mouth and said the word "war".

Even Li Ying took a deep look at the girl.

Xia Ji smiled: "I should fight." ”

The cicada breathed a sigh of relief, and then the whole person was like a lioness brewing to erupt, walking step by step to the center of the banquet.

She looked around, and all the people seated here were the magnates of the Myorong Mansion or the upper echelons of the sect.

These people have never looked down on themselves, and even they are just ants, jokes, and "destined cheating sluts" determined by God.

But today, she can stand here.

Anyway, she felt a little more comfortable.

Looking at the young man who was walking step by step from the seat, Han Cicada said silently in his heart: "Thank you." ”

Then he looked at Situ Di, who was still standing aside.

The Situ family is one of the huge families in Miaorong Mansion, and neither she nor the Su family where she was originally located can afford to offend at all.

At the beginning, Situ Rong also took a fancy to his beauty, so he was engaged to him, saying that he wanted to marry him, but because of the words of the god operator, he threw himself into the abyss.

But now, she didn't need to fear him anymore.

Therefore, the chilling cicada said coldly: "Get out of the way." ”

Situ Di couldn't help laughing: "You slut, you dare to tell me to get out of the way, you..."

His voice was not yet finished.

Li Ying on the side suddenly said, "Get out of the way." ”

His voice was calm, but there was a murderous aura and sword intent hidden, which made Situ Di's body tremble, and a strong sense of shame hit his heart.

Li Ying added: "The Holy Son is here." ”

Situ Di thought that the Holy Son said that he really shouldn't be standing here, so he walked to the side and glanced at the cicada hatefully.

Now let you be arrogant, and when this matter is over, I will kill you!!

It was as if he had found a place to vent.

And the open space in the center of the banquet, on the peony red carpet.

Xia Ji looked at the girl quietly, and suddenly raised his right hand, and a knife in the hand of his junior sister in the door flew into his hand as if it had been grabbed by the void.

The Holy Gate Son said lightly: "You strike first." ”

His voice was calm, but anyone could hear that he was far more polite to this girl than to Situ Di.

However, what is there to respect about a mere slut?