Pang Jing rubbed his forehead, splashed his face with cold water, and then adjusted his luck to force out the remaining alcohol in his body.

The smell of wine, the clothes are stone, but the whole person is refreshed.

He quickly bathed, then put on a gray sweat coat, and then looked at his right arm, and couldn't help but frown.

"This arm is so terrifying, it is too conspicuous, especially this palm, the color is as white as a dead man, and the knuckles are more than twice as large as ordinary people... I need to do a simple cover-up. ”

Pang was shocked and groaned slightly, that is, he turned out a pair of black gloves with good toughness from the "equipment box" in his room, and then put them on his skin, and when he looked at it again, he saw that although his right hand was snow-white and as thick as an ordinary thigh, the most terrifying palm had been covered.

The sturdy young man breathed a sigh of relief, his expression returned to majesty and coldness, and his eyes flashed with a brilliance that "reminds him of the meaning of tigers, flames, and incineration", and walked to the small courtyard.

Outside the courtyard there were two Companion disciples on duty.

When the disciple heard the movement, he lowered his head and hugged his fists and said, "Senior Brother Pang." ”

Pang was stunned: "Why are you outside my house?"

One of the disciples said, "The Holy Son is worried that something will happen to you when you are drunk, so I called the two junior disciples who are on patrol to guard the courtyard for you. ”

Pang Jing felt a trace of warmth in his heart, and then asked, "Where is the Holy Son now?"

Another disciple said, "The Holy Son is discussing matters with the envoy of the Giant Ink Palace. ”

Pang was stunned.

The giant ink palace is such a behemoth, but it is a transcendent force, the Holy Son talks to them, this status is not equal to some extent, I hope it is better not to suffer.

If he suffers a loss, then if he really wants to fight, he will not be afraid of anyone.

The people in the palace of Jumo Palace may not be strong in their own strength, they are just using puppets, and he has survived in the murderous environment of the northern realm so far, whether it is the heart, latentness, forbearance, patience, and outburst, it can be described as excellent.

What's more, there are a lot of accidents in the north, and it is extremely treacherous, he can not only survive, but also smell three points, and be pointed as a ghost general, how can he not have a few hole cards?

"Hmph!!" The young man with a body like a bear carried the king butcher knife on his shoulder, and his body naturally exuded a strong spirit.

Are my generation those who are obedient?

If you're not happy, then fight!

Pang will definitely kill you before you control the puppet!

Feeling this breath, the two junior brothers, who had never experienced any bloody storm, trembled a little.

You know, this is just Pang Jing's unintentional aura, and it is not aimed at them.

The two junior brothers felt more and more that Senior Brother Pang was so terrifying, and the Holy Son, who defeated Senior Brother Pang for the second time yesterday, was even more terrifying.

Have no bottom.

It's really unfathomable!

...

The door of the main hall of the Holy Gate was open, and a middle-aged man wearing a linen robe with a jade-like face held a new contract in his hand, only to feel that the autumn of the blue sky mountain was extraordinarily beautiful, and he was about to sing.

This big business, his grandson's nationality has been negotiated!

Jumo Palace speaks with business, although he has problems in the contract with the war puppet of the prince of Wei, but the performance of "the first to formally establish diplomatic relations with the Ancient Secret Realm" not only removes this problem, but also greatly raises his status in the palace by a few points.

And this, we still need to wait for the first batch of Giant Ink Palace disciples to be sent to the secret realm, and then see the actual situation.

But the terrifying Xuanxuan powerhouse behind Na Xia Ji has already confirmed that he can provide "shelter".

This is also stated in the new contract.

It's just that every time I shelter, it's a special matter, and I will discuss it with Xia Ji specifically.

Gongsun Jizhi was full of pride, and the frustration of being beaten by the Tongxuan strong man before disappeared.

His eyes full of joy swept outside the hall, and he saw only a strong man like a door god standing in the aisle under the stairs with a knife.

At this point, the air is a little colder.

Although Gongsun Ji is Tianyuan, even if he is separated from space at this moment, he can feel the terrifying battle intent emanating from the strong man's body.

I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart.

Nima, there still seem to be some monsters in the state religion of these small countries.

It's just that what are you staring at Lao Tzu for?

On weekdays, Gongsun Ji must gouge out his eyeballs, but now Xia Ji is his big customer, and the sect where the big customer is located offended him, so he naturally turned a blind eye.

He hurried by, and Pang Jing only didn't squint, like a real sculpture.

Xia Ji was still sitting, and there were more than a dozen metal boxes on the table in front of him, the body of which was carved with various animal patterns, and each box contained a communication puppet.

With these puppets here, even if they are thousands of miles away, Xia Ji can instantly get in touch with the grandson of the Giant Ink Palace.

At this time, he got up and walked to the door, and saw Pang Jing standing outside the hall.

And Pang Jing also saw him, so he walked directly and asked in an urn, "Are you okay?"

Xia Ji shook his head, and then said, "You come with me." ”

The two entered the temple and began the second round of discussions.

Xia Ji got straight to the point and said, "Let me ask Brother Pang, if one day, the Holy Gate needs your support, are you willing?"

Pang was shocked: "The Holy Son just called me Pang Jing, I haven't thanked me for saving my life last night." This time, I thought I would die, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to survive a catastrophe, all thanks to the Son.

If you open your mouth, Pang is duty-bound, not to mention that the Holy Gate of Bikong Mountain is where I grew up, and it is also the place where I want to be buried, if something happens one day, Pang will naturally cooperate with the Holy Son to fully support it. ”

Xia Ji shook his head: "It's not that you're cooperating with me, it's you cooperating with the three elders." ”

Pang was stunned, dumbfounded, suddenly looked sideways at the door of the palace, and said angrily: "That old horseman!"

Xia Ji was inexplicable.

"Could it be that the envoy of the Giant Ink Palace coerced the Holy Son?"

Xia Ji couldn't cry or laugh: "It's not about it, Pang Jing, listen to me, you must not pass on my words to the ears of a third person." ”

Pang was surprised to see that he was cautious and nodded solemnly.

Xia Ji lowered his voice and said: "The king of Wei is about to die, all five sons are mourned, and now there is only one fetus left in the womb of a concubine, and when I inspected the royal capital station, he once secretly asked me to be alone and let me be the regent." ”

Pang was shocked, the King of Wei had a total of five sons, and they were all dead, wouldn't Wei want the world to be in chaos?

It's a remarkable thing.

But...

"The master's birthday is imminent, and at this time, Pang feels that it is better to ventilate before the door owner. ”

Xia Ji laughed, then sighed.

Pang was shocked and had a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, Xia Ji's voice came.

"The master of the door is no longer there, and in the depths of winter, Guru Li Ling came here with a fragment of his divine sword, and later someone confirmed that Si Wuxian had fallen.

And the purple-faced martial arts lord of the previous sect seems to have been born also..."

This person, Xia Ji directly pushed it to the purple-faced Wuzun.

Anyway, the purple-faced Wuzun is also dead.

After all, these things can't be contained in paper, and there is no need to hide them from your family.

Pang was stunned and stunned like a brass bell.

Damn, the sky is falling.

Thinking innocent is a mystery, and the purple-faced Wuzun is even more legendary.

These two are dead?

Isn't the Holy Gate going to fall directly?

At this moment, even Pang Jing's martial arts heart was extremely firm, but it was also moved.

It's just that when he looked up, his expression was extremely calm.

Xia Ji said in a deep voice: "The sky will fall, the world will be chaotic, the wind and clouds will move, sit back and wait to die, or rise up, Pang is shocked... Do you have an answer?"

After the initial shock, the sturdy young man with the bear body had calmed down, and the ruthlessness in his heart was suddenly stimulated: "Holy Son, how many people know?"

Xia Ji said: "I, plus the three elders. ”

After saying that, he waited quietly.

And Pang Jing really didn't disappoint him, and suddenly stretched out his palm: "Okay! You will be the regent, and I will be the holy son! The sky is going to fall, you and my brother will hold up this day, if the world is going to be chaotic, then my two brothers will do this set of sea god needles, the wind and clouds are like moving, you and I will stand in the center of this illusion, God will kill God, Buddha will slaughter Buddha!!"

Xia Ji laughed.

The hands of the two teenagers were clasped together, symbolizing the alliance.

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