"Brother Xin, you're too perverted!"

In the corridor, Xie Ling'er walked beside Zhang Xin and said happily: "Just carry that golden spirit wrestler, brush and brush, that kind of Fighting Spirit Holy Fetus will not work." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He also has that little ability, and he actually dares to provoke you, brother Xin. ”

Zhang Xin smiled secretly, but his face did not show any light, and he asked Zhou Xiaoxue and Mo Ting instead: "This girl looks good, I don't know if you two, what will happen after farewell?"

"Xiaoxue is okay!"

Zhou Xiaoxue's face was flushed, thinking that Brother Zhang was so arrogant in front of others, but in front of them, he was still so gentle and kind.

"I feel like I've grown a lot these days. ”

"You can see it!"

Zhang Xin bowed slightly: "It's almost a third-level spirit master, and the battle realm cultivation has not fallen." Ling'er is also very good, it seems that she has changed her wind fighting technique?"

"Of course I listen to you! Master said that my talent in fighting art is indeed far beyond that of spiritual arts. ”

Xie Ling'er said this, but she was a little frustrated: "But I always feel that now, I am getting farther and farther away from Brother Xin, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to help you in the future." ”

"That's the difference between a genius and a mortal! ”

Zhang Xin laughed and said unashamedly: "As for helping, I'm not in a hurry, I'm looking forward to the day when you become a pillar of heaven." Even if you can't do it, people like me need a lot of subordinates. ”

"Shh

Xie Ling'er snorted disdainfully, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Actually, now, I want to go to the hunting group or the battlefield to hone my training." With you, safety is safety, but you can't learn anything. ”

At this moment, in her heart, she was determined that no matter what, she had to become a pillar of heaven. I don't want to be my brother's subordinate.

"That's not necessarily! If you want to go to the battlefield to train, you also have a chance. ”

After Zhang Xin finished speaking with a smile, he looked at Mo Ting, who had not spoken, with deep meaning: "Ting'er, do you have something on your mind?"

"Nope!"

Mo Ting read Zhang Xin's gaze, this was asking her if she regretted it, so she responded very resolutely.

"There are some minor troubles, I'll take care of it myself. ”

Zhang Xin's expression was solemn: "Ting'er, you have always been strong, but if you feel that you can't hold on, why not borrow someone else's shoulder to lean on?"

Mo Ting's eyes flashed slightly, and she looked at Zhang Xin for a moment, and then laughed again: "I understand, when there is really no way, Ting'er will never be polite." ”

A few people were talking, but there was a dry cough not far away. Zhang Xin looked at it and saw a purple-clothed divine master with extraordinary bearing looking at this side.

He recognized this person, it was Dehuai, the town leader of the seventh town of the original Xuanyuan Palace, and he was also one of his current 'powerful subordinates'.

Although this person has been doing his best to protect his safety, he has never had a good face for him.

Most of the rest of the people in the Seventh Town also thought so, thinking that their transfer to him was only temporary. A few years later, it will still return to the Xuanyuan Palace.

- In the eyes of this group of battle maniacs, the battlefield is their destination.

Zhang Xin nodded at this one with a smile, while Xie Ling'er stuck out her tongue and pulled Zhou Xiaoxue and Mo Ting away.

Although the three of them were asked to come here by Zhang Xin in the name of the same hunting group, their identities temporarily belonged to this 'town' directly under Zhang Xin, and they also had daily patrol tasks.

And after the third daughter left, Zi Yutian, who was behind Zhang Xin, said coldly: "What you did today is really too impulsive. This competition could have been avoided. If it is your uncle Shangguan Xuanhao, there will definitely be a better way to resolve it. ”

When Zhang Xin heard this, he laughed: "That's because you don't know my crazy knife! How can you retreat when you encounter such a provocation? Then again, Ziyutian, why do you have to entangle Shangguan Xuanhao?"

Zi Yuntian avoided talking about 'Shangguan Xuanhao', and still responded coldly: "But what is the result? Now you will only make more people plan to put you to death!"

"Do you want to say that the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it?"

Zhang Xin's expression was even more disdainful: "Are you talking about yourself?"

Zi Yutian didn't bother to talk to Zhang Xin, she silently sent Zhang Xin to the door of his room, and then turned around and left directly.

But Zhang Xin was taken aback when he opened the door.

"Are you, Zhu Liusi?"

I saw that in this spacious living room that belonged to him, there was a familiar and abnormal girl, kneeling beside a Ding furnace.

Zhang Xin thought at first that this girl had bad intentions for herself and was ready to plot, but then found out that this girl was dressed as a maid. In addition, both arms and a pair of calves also have metal armor.

It looks pretty good-looking, but Zhang Xin knows that it is a tool that traps Zhu Ba'81's mana.

And when he saw Zhang Xin, Zhu Baba was also taken aback.

"Zhang Xin?"

Then this girl picked up an iron rod next to her and smashed it at Zhang Xin: "You bastard!"

"Presumptuous!"

Zhang Xin snorted softly, flicked his sleeves slightly, and wrapped the iron rod with spiritual energy. Then the spiritual pressure spread, suppressing every minute and inch of the twenty-zhang radius, making Zhu Liusi completely unable to move.

――Zhu Baba, who was in his heyday before, couldn't help him, not to mention the current state of spiritual energy being suppressed and blocked?

"What's going on?"

Sikong Hao also flashed inside, and after glancing at the room, he also looked puzzled: "Zhu Baba, why are you here?"

"How do I know?"

Zhu Baba had an expression of eagerness to swallow Zhang Xinsheng: "I want to ask, why are you here?"

"Master Zhang Xin's nephew has been appointed as a star-picking envoy, and his status is equivalent to that of the chief disciples of the major upper courts. This is his apartment—"

Sikong Hao shook his head and casually sent out a sword talisman. And in just a moment, a purple-clothed divine master belonging to the Miscellaneous Service Hall arrived.

After this person arrived, he also looked puzzled: "Master Zhu's nephew was punished by the Criminal Law Hall for violating the rules of the door, and she was sent to my miscellaneous service hall, and she needs to serve five years of labor as a spirit slave before she can regain her freedom." Didn't you tell the Star Picker that your room needs to be filled with the Divine Vein Stones of the Wind Thunder Gold Three Series? ”

Zhang Xin couldn't help but say 'hey' when he heard this, thinking that this time the criminal law hall had enforced the law impartially.

Although she concealed her intention to sneak attack and hurt people for Zhu Baba before, this time the punishment was still not light.

But Sikong Hao looked at Zhang Xin with strange eyes. It wasn't until the latter noticed something strange and looked back that he laughed softly: "It seems that it was a misunderstanding, and Master Zhang's nephew did it himself." ”

When he walked to the door, Sikong Hao seemed to be a little uneasy, and said something again: "It seems that the sect master really values his master and nephew. ”

"Valued?"

Zhang Xin's face was puzzled, and he was a little confused at first. Zhu Baba understood before him, and his pretty face turned white at first. Then pounced. actually resisted Zhang Xin's spiritual pressure and bit his arm.

Sikong Hao smiled dumbly when he saw this, and then left here without looking back.

And just as he came to the door of his apartment. Sikong Hao's face also changed slightly. Reaching out and nudging, the door was unlocked. When he walked into the door, he saw a handsome young man in his twenties, dressed in a purple robe, looking at him with a smile.

"Shangguan Xuanhao?"

Sikong Hao's face sank instinctively, and he was full of spiritual energy. But in the next moment, he regained silence and gently closed the door behind him.

At the same time, in another room not far from Sikong Hao and Zhang Xin, there was another purple-robed young man, who was looking at a purple gold rune sword coiled by Qingluan coiled on the cloud bed in front of him, and his face was cloudy.