Finally, with the snowflakes falling in the sky, the whole sky began to clear up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Lord of the Knife Scars had disappeared without a trace, and the sun appeared in the sky, but there was still no warm feeling, and the heavenly frost qi released by Qin Shuang had not completely dissipated.

For the people of the Spirit King Mansion, they were even more chilled, and some people had already begun to break out in a cold sweat.

No matter who knows, the person who can defeat the grandmaster-level master, at least the monk of the grandmaster, has defeated the sword-scar master in front of him, and it seems that he has not been injured.

In the face of such a master, not to mention ordinary monks, even a few Hou-level martial artists felt bitterness in their mouths, and their calves began to cramp a little.

There are also those who think about whether it is better to run away with the little spirit king and lose some face than to die here, in fact, among the several Hou-level monks, there are at least three who think so, and the idea of two is that they should run away quickly, at this time, where can they still take care of the little spirit king.

Inside Qin Shuang's hand, the frozen ball, which was filled with powerful blood, looked very bright.

I took it casually and put it in my arms: "Thank you, senior brother!"

"Thank you, but within an hour, it will definitely be used!" Qin Shuang gave his own hint.

"Okay, now we can talk!" Liu Zihong turned to face the little spirit king and said with a smile.

"What's there to talk about, if you have a kind of you'll kill me!" At this time, the little spirit king seemed to be stubborn.

The Hou-level monks around him trembled in unison, uncle, what are you doing at this time, the other party doesn't even give any face to the grandmaster-level monks, just beat them, what are you.

However, Liu Zihong didn't mean to kill Xiaoling King, at least not now, after all, the strength of Jiugemen is still too weak, if it is said that the Jade Emperor Guanlai is a person, he and others may not be able to deal with it well, so it will be the last word to accept it when he sees it.

"Xiaoling Wang is serious, I didn't think about killing you, my only wish is that you let this girl go!" Liu Zihong got off the horse and walked a few steps forward.

Everyone was stunned in unison, and they couldn't help but feel a little disbelieving in their hearts, just for the sake of a woman, you even used a grandmaster-level master, and you also fought with other grandmaster-level monks, even if you fool people, you have to find a good reason.

"Liu Zihong, you also want to fool me, anyway, I am not your opponent now, if you want to kill or fight, you can do whatever you want!"

"I didn't fool you, the girl of the Thousand Mountains has a great kindness to me, so please raise your noble hand to the little spirit king!"

"This is true!" the little spirit king was still a little skeptical.

"There is no lie!" Now that the little spirit king wants to cry, if he knew that he was looking for a woman who could make such a big trouble, he would rather he had never met the twilight snow of a thousand mountains, and there would be no current situation.

The guards of the Spirit King's Mansion were killed and wounded, even one of the Hou-level monks died, and the others were also injured, and even the few people around them lost their courage and were laughed at.

The other Hou-level monks also breathed a long sigh of relief, and the son in front of him did not seem to be an unreasonable existence.

"Okay, I won't pay attention to Qianshan Duxue in the future, can I leave now?" Xiao Lingwang hurriedly moved away from Qianshan Duxue's sedan chair.

"Yes, but these few behind you may have to be discussed!" Liu Zihong naturally didn't have any ideas about the Little Spirit King, but the five Hou-level monks behind him, if there was no blood, the two grandmaster-level monks would not have enough appearance fees.

"Could it be that you want to kill them?" Xiao Ling Wang hesitated a little, after all, there were not many Hou-level monks in the family.

Several Hou-level monks also began to worry, if these two grandmaster-level masters wanted to do it, they would have no good way but to wait for death.

"That's not it, it's just that a few people know that Brother Xin and my senior brother are both grandmaster-level masters, and these few happened to collide with them, if they leave so intact, it is obviously not in line with the identity of grandmaster-level monks, so a few of them may have to shed a little blood!" When he said this, Liu Zihong drew a little with his finger pen.

Seeing that he didn't want his nickname, several Hou-level monks were relieved, and it was difficult for them to sell themselves and others, so they looked like themselves, and I am afraid that no one would be able to look at it, since the little life can be saved, there is no problem with chastity, what else is there to be afraid of.

"It's our fault, please give me a talk, and we will do it!" The Hou-level monk led by him simply agreed.

"It's just some blood, I've made it very clear!"

"Such a bleeding method, whether it needs silver taels or gold, we will definitely arrange it well!" Several Hou-level monks didn't dare to agree at will, it was better to ask clearly, otherwise the other party would be unhappy and change their minds at any time, and there would be no place for the two of them to discuss the law.

"It's just some blood, and we don't want money or anything, just leave a wound on your palm, or arm, or other places, and leave some blood to show that you are injured!" Liu Zihong had to give a detailed explanation.

Well, there is such a good thing, I don't even want money, as for the problem of wounds, as long as it is not a loss of head, or a fatal injury, just lie down for a while, and you don't need to care about it at all.

The Hou-level monk led by him gritted his teeth and showed his chest: "Son, do it, if I frown, I won't be a hero!"

"You don't need to have a chest, you can do it yourself, as long as you see blood!" Liu Zihong once again showed his sincerity.

"Really!" several Hou-level monks looked at the young man in front of them.

"Really!" Liu Zihong replied resolutely.

The monk at the head took out the waist knife he carried with him and made a remark on his palm, and then blood came out and dripped on the ground.

Liu Zihong pretended to grab the other hands and looked at them, and then put them down indifferently, saying that it was completely okay, no one noticed, and his hands were also stained with some blood, and he disappeared quickly.

Seeing this, he and the five people immediately felt greatly relieved, and in order to express their hearts, they deliberately made the wound bigger, and Liu Zihong didn't care too much.

In the end, Huanfu leaned down to see the guy who lost his head, and took his body away when he let the people from the Spirit King's Mansion leave.

When leaving, several Hou-level monks praised one after another, this son of the Nine Songs Sect is really benevolent and righteous.

And Liu Zihong is also in a good mood, in addition to the essence and blood of six Hou-level monks and a grandmaster-level monk, the most important thing is to see his savior again, the girl who appeared in his life like a fairy in his most difficult time.