"What's wrong with you, husband, are you uncomfortable?" Seeing Qin Hao's expression, Hu Jing'er said with concern. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Go back to the restaurant!" The conversation between the two just now has made him lose his mind to go shopping!

He has seen Hu Jing'er and Bao Sandao in his skills, so naturally he will not question the authenticity of his divine son, but Qin Hao himself knows how many catties and taels he has......

If he wants to improve his cultivation and strength now, he can only upgrade the system, but until now, the system experience points are still twenty points away from upgrading.

"Is it true that Lao Tzu is a sick cat, anyone can step on it and rely on me to become famous?" Qin Hao's eyelids jumped, and he scolded in his heart.

Obviously, at the moment, he has fallen into a dangerous situation, and it is estimated that many strong people are playing his calculations.

Seeing that Qin Hao was a little unhappy, Hu Jing'er immediately comforted: "Fujun doesn't have to take it to heart, those ant-like little people are killing themselves, if they don't make a move, Jing'er will let them go and have no return!"

As soon as he heard this, Qin Hao's eyes immediately lit up.

By the way, how can I forget the beauty around me, but she is the proud daughter of the sky of the Shanlan Sect, and the saint who is very famous in the Cangyun Continent!

Hu Jing'er is a strong person in the inner way, at a young age, the realm has broken through to the double level of the inner way, and the talent in martial arts is really amazing!

"That's right, if you want me to make a move, at least you must have the same strength as Qinghe Ancestor, otherwise, I won't be too lazy to move, don't bother to say it, and lower my grade......" There is such a step, Qin Hao suddenly took advantage of the situation very shamelessly, his face turned clear, and he chirped and said: "Don't worry, if there is any danger, I will shoot in time, although you are a saint, but this time is a rare opportunity for you, just to fight with some strong people and increase the experience of killing the enemy." ”

Qin Hao's face was not red or dry, and he said to Hu Jing'er cheekily in an admonishing voice.

"Thank you for your concern, Jing'er won't embarrass you!"

Hu Jing'er said in a solemn voice.

A good saint of the sect was fooled by an unscrupulous person......

The news that Qin Hao may be a fake god son has been rumored to be more and more intense in Sunset City, and the three of them returned to the restaurant and stayed until late at night before falling asleep, but they also sent eyeliner to inquire about a lot of news in the city. In short, the development of the matter is even more serious than Qin Hao thought, the people who want to kill him, just in Baiqing Country, the famous and powerful can form a reinforced company! What is the little martial artist of Blackwater City, the old monster of Fushou of Panlong Mountain, the head of the Qiu family in the northern realm, Qiu Shiye, etc., there are people from both the righteous and demonic realms, all of them are famous existences in the Baiqing Kingdom, and the lowest cultivation is the realm of the peak of the outer Dao!

This made Qin Hao toss and turn at night and couldn't sleep at all, he had poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, how could he pull so much hatred? Or is it that the Star God Temple itself is a big pit, and after several generations of gods pretended to be forced on the Cangyun Continent, they all had to be wiped by their descendants?!

"Damn! If you don't accept it, you will do it! Whoever pretends to be forced will do it, it's so dry!"

I don't know how long I was in a daze in bed, Qin Hao only remembered that when he was about to fall asleep, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Early the next morning, the people of the convoy got up before dawn and began to pack their things and prepare to leave Sunset City, no one knew why the owner was in such a hurry...... However, when the sleepy-eyed Bao Sandao pushed Qin Hao's chamber open, he was immediately stunned, and saw that Qin Hao had already finished freshening up, and the clothes and weapons that were extremely sassy yesterday were all dressed neatly, and what made Bao Sandao stunned the most was that his senior brother actually put makeup on his face, and his little face was as pink as the baby's skin, and his long hair was obviously carefully cared for......

"Senior brother?"

Bao Sandao shouted vigilantly and suspiciously, not sure that the person in front of him was Qin Hao.

"What are you doing?" Qin Hao stood in front of the mirror, narcissistically looking, and glanced back at him.

"Senior brother... You're ......."

"You know a fart, Buddha relies on gold, people rely on clothes! Since I am the son of Cangyun, how important is my image?!" Qin Hao scolded, in fact, the reason why he dressed up with oily hair and powder, the same as the little white face, just didn't want to lose his share, as soon as he left today, there would definitely be unknown enemies to kill, and when the time came, once he showed up, he must be the most handsome!

If the strength is poor, we can rely on our appearance to crush it......

In the middle of the night, the group left Wu Xinglin and slowly walked towards Chengguan.

Before leaving, the shopkeeper of the restaurant received Qin Hao's signature without exception!

At this time, the sky was just a trace of fish belly white, there were few people on the street in the city, the air was a little damp and cold, Qin Hao sat in the Jinluan RV with Hu Jing'er in his arms, arrogantly lit a incense stove to dispel the coldness, as soon as the convoy came out of the city gate, Qin Hao noticed that Hu Jing'er in his arms was stiff, and he felt a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong?" As soon as the words fell, he saw that the sedan chair he was riding in stopped, and Bao Sandao, who was sitting outside to catch the car, shouted: "Senior brother, there are people in front of you blocking the road!"

"Huh?" Qin Hao's heart jumped.

Nima, here so soon?!

Lifting the curtain, Qin Hao saw that the convoy was a hundred meters away, and there was a long-haired man in white who was shengxue, with a slender figure, holding a sword blade as clear as water in his hand, standing between heaven and earth with one person and one sword, it was like a high wall, blocking their road!

"Senior brother, this guy seems to have been practicing kendo hard in Piaoxue Peak for ten years, and finally got the teaching of heaven and man, and realized the Ximen blowing rain of the fairy sword! This son is a famous kendo master in Baiqing Kingdom, born in a famous mountain villa, and is known as a kendo genius once in 500 years in Baiqing Kingdom! Withdrawn by nature, ruthless, and sword-loving! It is rumored that his sword is very ruthless, and his swordsmanship is superb, and he has reached the realm of no sword! There have been many martial arts masters who have died under his sword, and some people say that his sword is used to kill people......" Seeing the man in white, Bao Sandao's eyes lit up, and his words were filled with a strong smell of gossip, spitting out words like beads, and talking endlessly.

"Wait... What do you call him?" Qin Hao hurriedly interrupted him, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Simon blows rain, Baiqing is very famous, and the saint should know him. Bao Sandao blinked his pure little eyes.

Hu Jing'er nodded, her expression a little cautious.

System: Please note! The host has been listed as a kill character by the target Simon Fukumiyu (Son of Fukuzawa)!

Son of Fukuzawa?!

Seeing the four words in the system, Ximen blowing rain, Qin Hao was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes shifted to the words "Son of Fuze", which seems to be a little different from the son of luck, first Xiao Yan, and then this sword killing god, God is playing with me......

"Cangyun Divine Son, please advise!"

At this moment, a clear sentence suddenly sounded in the air, the originally cold breeze suddenly became fierce, and a wisp of morning wind swept through the pride like a blade, and a carriage behind it was crushed by the knife in an instant, and exploded.

Even the ground on the road was lifted up, and the momentum was amazing!

"This is the sword qi ......" Bao Sandao swallowed his saliva and exclaimed.

"Jing'er, your experience has begun! Although this kind of role of Xiao Qisan, I can move my fingers casually, but in order to make you stronger, I won't make a move. I can't protect you all the time, so sometimes you have to rely on yourself! Go ahead, slaughter this Ximen blowing rain for me, if you win, you will be rewarded! If you want to catch up with your man's footsteps, you must be mentally prepared!" Qin Hao patted the beauty on the shoulder with righteous words, and his expression was like an old man who taught him earnestly.

After finishing speaking, I also pinched Hu Jing'er's delicate place!

Hu Jing'er, who had been brainwashed by Qin Hao, was caught by Qin Hao's salty pig's hand with a red face, as if she had divine help, and said with a smile: "Husband, wait a minute, Jing'er will come when she goes!" After finishing speaking, he turned into a shadow and flew out of the arrogance.

Seeing Hu Jing'er come forward to face the battle, Qin Hao's nervous mood was relieved, and then the cat opened the curtain in the car to watch the battle.

I saw that Ximen blowing rain and a sword, like a white light that appeared at the beginning of the morning, shot out, and the clear sound of the sword groan actually made the eardrums of the convoy and the group of people in the convoy suffer from severe pain, and even a few people directly bled and fainted.

"Damn, dead pervert!" Qin Hao didn't have anything to do, because this Jinluan car was a spiritual soldier of the Shanlan Sect, and it had a certain degree of protection.

On the other side, Hu Jing'er's ethereal figure disappeared directly into mid-air.

Immediately, a trace of white smoke converged on the top of the head of the West Gate Blowing Rain, and a finger like smoke pointed at the Heavenly Spirit of the West Gate Blowing Rain!

The latter was like a great enemy, and reflexively stabbed a sword directly on that fingertip!

But what is shocking is that when the tip of the sword and the fingertips are opposite, Ximen blows rain like a lightning strike, the whole person's face is pale, and the long sword in his hand is broken inch by inch like a lens: "The phantom body of the Holy Maiden of the Suwen Mountain Lan Sect is mysterious and unpredictable, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary!"

A light laugh came from high in the air, and then a thin layer of mist rose around Simon Blowing Rain, enveloping him.

"Ten thousand swords!" Ximen Fuyu frowned, flew down, and after a light drink, his body suddenly spun up on the ground like a spinning top, and with his movements, a sword qi centered on him, like a spray of thin air all around, tearing the surrounding white fog, a small forest dozens of meters away, was swept by a sword qi, and it was broken together, and more than a dozen tree trunks that were cut off flew up and smashed to the ground, and the movement was terrifying.

A dense number of sword qi tore through the mist, but to no avail, because the white mist seemed to be invisible, and even if it was twisted away, it would still float in.

Looking closely, in the hazy white mist, there seems to be a graceful and enchanting figure dancing in the wind......

"Immortal Sword, Break the Void!"

Seeing that his sword moves were suppressed, Ximen Fuyu suddenly picked up a handprint with one hand and said a few words in his mouth.

"Sister-in-law is in danger......"

Bao Sandao, who had been watching the battle, rolled his throat and suddenly said nervously.

At this juncture, he didn't care about any etiquette, and he had long forgotten Hu Jing'er's identity as a saint.