"Tell me, who is he?"

He Jingtian's face seemed to be relaxed and calm!

In fact, his heart was already full of nameless anger, although he didn't care about the name of the young family head or even the head of the He family, but it was also his thing, and it was a forbidden body that belonged to him alone.

Now, his things have been inexplicably stolen by others, and he is very unhappy. So much so that the six words that he had just blurted out were a little out of shape, and his voice did not tremble, but changed his tone.

His steps were not messy, but after taking a light step forward, the grass under his body was cut off from the roots, it was not his deliberate doing, but the sword intent that gushed out carelessly, hurting the innocent.

Standing in front of him, He Jingbai shivered involuntarily, feeling that the wind blowing on the opposite side was mixed with a trace of cold.

It's amazing!

He Jingbai took a step back, and was secretly shocked in his heart: I am obviously an ice pattern, he is obviously a sword pattern, why do I feel a bone-chilling cold from him? It's terrible!

Not only He Jingbai felt that he was terrible, but everyone present felt it.

The entire mountain gate, the crowd that was still laughing before, suddenly became silent, and there were countless people in the entire gate, but now, in the eyes of people, there was only that elegant white-clothed figure.

The momentum of one person shocked the audience.

The white tiger next to the door had already fallen to the ground and closed his eyes to rest, but suddenly opened his eyes, and the huge tiger head scanned the audience, and after finding that there was nothing unusual, he closed his eyes again.

He Jingxuan, the young man in Tsing Yi next to the white tiger, leisurely held the sword, as if he was blind to everything.

The early autumn breeze blew, passing through the mountain gate, and the white clothes blowing were blowing with the wind.

"Brother Jingyun, what are you afraid of?"

He Jingtian faced the breeze, his long hair fluttered, and a gentle expression reappeared on his face.

He Jingbai was about to speak, when suddenly a female voice came from his ear.

"Young master, what about the eldest prince's question, although you just made a chrysanthemum pattern, but you don't have to shrink your head like a turtle, right?"

Hearing this, He Jingyun raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the other side of the mountain gate, and saw that hateful hypocritical face - He Qianyao.

He remembered that at the beginning, the first time the two met was in the Armory Pavilion in the Transmission Room, and at that time, the woman turned on the taunt mode when they met, sneering at him.

Then under the disciple's stele, she was sprayed by all kinds of sprays.

Naturally, when He Jingyun killed the son of the four elders with a single move, she lost her previous momentum and coaxed up.

Now that He is here, she has come out again.

This woman, I don't know if it's stupid or stupid!

He Jingyun smiled coldly on his face and said: "Girl's family, don't open your mouth turtle @ head, what's that, it's not good to close your mouth turtle @ head!"

"Poof!"

The originally silent atmosphere was broken by He Jingyun's words, and many people couldn't help laughing.

The atmosphere in front of the mountain gate is a little hot and a little bantering.

In one sentence, the aura created by He Jingtian was torn to pieces.

He Qianyao is not a little girl who doesn't understand the world, on the contrary, she has read countless people, and she can be said to be well-informed, and when she heard He Jingyun's words, her face immediately changed color.

At first, it was crimson, but after only three seconds, it turned pig's blood red.

She had the urge to kill.

This kind of insult is even more uncomfortable for a girl than death, not to mention, in front of the person she loves.

"You, damn it!"

He Qianyao pulled out the sword in his hand and stepped forward.

He Jingyun didn't move slightly, and Qin Ya next to him stretched out his hand and instantly condensed two blood-red flags.

Just used this "Flag Array" battle skill to easily defeat Dongfang Tu, and now facing a woman who is not as good as Dongfang Tu, he naturally has the chance to win.

"You shrunk ......"

Although He Qianyao was proud, she no longer stepped forward to entangle after seeing Qin Ya, after all, the momentum released when Qin Ya condensed the flag just now made her feel slightly frightened.

Originally, after collecting the sword, she still wanted to scold He Jingyun for "shrinking turtle", but when she thought of He Jingyun's words just now, she forcibly swallowed back the last three words of the words.

"Flag-patterned combat skills?"

He Jingtian's pupils shrank slightly, and he forgot about the young family master for the time being, his eyes stared at the blood-red battle flag in Qin Ya's hand, with a blazing face.

"Good, good!"

He looked at Qin Ya again, and found that he was a little blind, and asked softly: "This junior brother, I don't know which room it is, are you interested in following this son?"

He Jingtian has been away for three years, and he has a wide range of knowledge, so his vision is naturally higher.

Although the flag pattern is not common, you can know it with your toes, and it is by no means the last pattern. Also, since Qin Ya has mastered the battle skills related to the flag pattern, it is even more remarkable.

When He Jingtian said this, many people looked at Qin Ya with eager envy.

Following a peerless powerhouse is undoubtedly the desire of all mediocre people, and even more exciting than improving one's own cultivation.

Although the eldest prince of the He family is not a peerless powerhouse, he is a battleweapon sword pattern, but he is a first-class genius in Great Xia City, and he is a person who can touch the super extreme realm in the Shengwen realm.

In any case, he is a one-pole genius, and he is very likely to become a two-pole genius.

With such a person, it is most conservatively estimated that he will be able to mix with the elders of the He family in the future.

However, at the same time, many people know that Qin Ya is He Jingyun's subordinate, and it is impossible to follow He Jingtian.

As expected, a second later, Qin Ya indifferently put away the blood flag in his hand, and his body stepped back and stood on He Jingyun's left side again.

Without any answer, the position is the firmest choice.

He Jingtian's body paused slightly, and naturally he also saw the doorway.

"It turned out to be Brother Jingyun!" His face changed very quickly, and after a slight pause, he returned to his previous gentleness, and walked gently to He Jingyun's side, with a very emotional expression.

"Shocking brother!"

He Jingyun took a deep look at him! He has never had a lot of courtesy, and since 30,000 years ago, he has been a person who understands etiquette.

"Time flies like a white horse, when I left, you were just a teenager who had not yet opened the pattern, and you had already opened the pattern before you arrived first, well, yes, you have been in the eighth layer of the Birth Pattern Realm, and you can cultivate to this level in more than two years, your qualifications are acceptable. When He Jingtian said this, he smiled gently, and asked, "I have also heard about your father's affairs, it is really unfortunate for the family." ”

When He Jingtian spoke, although he sighed at the breeze, as if he was mourning an old man, He Jingyun obviously felt that the white-clothed man opposite did not have any sadness in his heart, and there seemed to be a taste of schadenfreude hidden in his sentences.

This made him slightly angry.

When he was reborn, He Tianya was dead and had never seen each other.

However, there are some obsessions for his father in He Jingyun's consciousness, whether it is He Junzhuo in the previous life, or He Tianya, the father in this life, they are all strong people who are famous and powerful, they are all loving fathers, and they are all worthy of respect and love.

Before He Jingyun's anger could be released, He Jingtian was the first to attack.

"Just!"

He Jingtian's tone suddenly changed and became very indifferent: "You, how can He De?"

His words were cold, and his eyes were like ice.

He Jingtian's vitality did not move, however, a small wind blew around his body.

The wind is small, but it is fierce.

Don't move!

This kind of realm He Jingyun is extremely familiar, but he never expected He Jingtian's talent to be so good, even better than he expected.

Sword Intent!

The small wind that swirled around He Jingtian's body was the sword intent.

With the sword intent, the grass under his feet was cut, the gravel shook and jumped, and even the light of the scorching sun above dimmed a little.

The fat and chaotic white tiger leaning on the mountain gate suddenly opened his eyes again, looking at the trace of sword intent around He Jingtian's body, and his huge tiger eyes showed a timid expression.

He Jingxuan, who had been holding the sword just now and was standing next to him lightly, also changed his original state, squinting his eyes and staring at the surroundings of He Jingtian's body, as if he was studying hard.

At the scene, there is naturally no shortage of people who know the goods.

"Oh my God, sword intent, the earth-shattering brother actually cultivated the sword intent!"

"Yes, Brother Shocking, Brother Shocking, he, he should be able to reach the second Transcendence Realm soon, right?"

There was a lot of talk.

He Qianyao smiled happily like a child as if he had been given a great opportunity to hit He Jingyun, and said while laughing: "I'll just say it! Some people will show their tongues, but not when it is critical! Hillbilly, do you know what this is, this is sword intent, sword intent!"

Of course, He Jingyun knew that this was sword intent!

Not only did he know, but he also had it!

Only when the way of the sword is refined to a certain realm, and then through the comprehension that surpasses ordinary people, can the sword intent be comprehended.

The advantage of sword intent is that at the same level, a monk with sword intent can crush the opponent.

Sword intent can even cut off the power of a person's soul.

"Fool, answer me quickly, how can you be?"

He Qianyao refused to give up!

He Jingyun sneered slightly, but did not speak.

It's not that he has nothing to say, but because discussing the ownership of the position of the young head of the family with this group of people is really boring and time-consuming.

If it weren't for Jing Yu and the Nine Elders to let them take a look, he would rather go to the Elder Peak to cultivate.

A sneer appeared on He Jingtian's face.

Then, although his body did not move, the whirlwind of sword intent around his body suddenly expanded, and the clouds swept towards him.

Qin Ya's eyes were quick, and he rushed out to block in front of He Jingyun.

However, the sword intent is no better than the vitality, not only can it not be stopped, but there is no trace to be found.

In an instant, the two of them fell into He Jingtian's sword intent at the same time.

In just two seconds, Qin Ya felt that it was difficult to breathe! His face turned pale, and beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.

The oppression of sword intent is not something that everyone can withstand.

However, to He Jingtian's surprise, He Jingyun was standing as steady as Mount Tai, and there was still a trace of sneer on his face, as if he was not affected by this sword intent at all.