The wind, passing through, neither fast nor slow, just blows away the heat from the scorching sun above.

In the field, a green landscape looks like a realistic work of an oil painting master, and a country road lies quietly in the middle of the green scenery.

On both sides of the road, there are scattered yellow and white flowers.

On the trail, the people in Tsing Yi walked leisurely in front, followed by the white tiger.

The white-clothed boy on the back of the tiger, with the breeze passing through the forest, the corners of his clothes fluttered like a fairy, and the long hair behind his back floated, escaping from the dust.

The first son of the He family, even if he hasn't said a word or said hello to everyone, he has already shown his elegance to the fullest.

There were countless people, swaying in front of the mountain gate, their eyes full of eagerness, pride, and a hint of expectation, and the eyes of a few people even showed a gloating expression, but this expression was not directed in the direction of the quiet flower-like path at the bottom of the mountain, but He Jingyun standing at the back of the crowd.

He Jingyun looked at all the expressions of those people, but he didn't have much fear or concern.

For him, it is difficult for other people's opinions or emotions to affect his mood, and he is just a passerby who happens to fart at an ingenious time.

30,000 years of accumulation and stumbling have long since worn away the youthful momentum on his body, and sharpened the edges and corners outside his body.

Now he only cares about two things: one is to find his father and Xiaoyue, and the other is to find revenge on the three families of Han, Zhao and Wei. As for the rest of the people and things, they are no longer important.

The wind continued to blow, the sun was hot and warm, the path below was as quiet as yesterday, the crowd above was buzzing, and the two teenagers in front of and behind seemed to be outside the whole atmosphere, still fluttering upward.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the mountain gate.

The chatter in the crowd was louder, mixed with sighs.

As if he had lost his patience, the white tiger stopped in front of the mountain gate, opened his bloody mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar at everyone.

"Roar!"

The sound was thunderous, accompanied by a strong wind.

The third-order tattoo beast was already equivalent to the powerhouse of the human tattoo master realm, and under the roar of force, there were many low-level disciples who couldn't resist.

"Xiaobai, don't be naughty, we're home!" The young man on the back of the tiger jumped to the ground lightly, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and his white and thin right hand stretched out and patted it lightly on the white tiger's head twice.

Xiaobai?

Perhaps, among all the people present, only the owner of the white tiger dared to call it that.

Under the patting of the man in white, the tiger actually showed a fascinated look, shrunk his head like a docile little white cat, and enjoyed the comfort and teaching of his master very much.

He Jingtian turned his head, and finally focused his eyes and spirit on the people who came to the mountain gate to greet him.

There is still a gentle smile on his face!

I have to say that He Jingtian is very handsome and handsome, about one meter eight tall, with a handsome face with well-defined contours, flat eyebrows and slender eyebrows, a pair of eyes as bright as black jade, and a smile on his face from time to time.

If there's one thing that's wrong, it's skin.

He Jingyun always felt that this guy's skin was white, too white, and pale!

That's a sick white.

"Shocking, how do you feel when you get home?"

The man in Tsing Yi originally stretched his hands to the back of his head, put his sword horizontally on the back of his head against the mountain gate to rest, looking lazy. Suddenly hearing He shocking question, he straightened up and smiled slightly.

"It's okay, it's still this mountain gate, but I heard that a lot of things have happened at home!"

"Hmm!"

He Jingtian responded casually, looked at everyone with dark eyes, and said with a smile: "Brothers and sisters, thank you for coming to greet you!"

He Qianyao shook her head, her face flushed, squeezed out of the crowd, ran all the way to He Jingtian, and shouted: "Brother Jingtian, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you remember me well?"

When he spoke, his face was slightly red, and he didn't know whether he was a little uncomfortable from the sun, or he was excited to see the old man who had been separated for a long time, or whether it contained some other more complicated feelings.

In He Jingyun's eyes, He Qianyao's previous domineering momentum was completely absent, and she became a well-behaved and docile little girl.

I really don't know, is it a fickle woman? Or is it more hidden!

He Jingyun shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about this matter, after all, it didn't have much to do with him.

All the people here are destined to become the passers-by in his life in the near future!

"Little girl, hehe!"

Of course, He Jingtian recognized He Qianyao, stretched out his thin and white hand and touched He Qianyao's head twice, with a warm smile on his face, and said: "I haven't seen you for several years, I have grown taller, and my cultivation has also increased a lot!"

He Qianyao raised her head and asked a little playfully, "What else?"

"It's beautiful, too!"

He Jingtian said something that he didn't want to say, but the other party obviously wanted to hear it.

Sure enough, as he expected, after He Qianyao listened to his words, his already red face turned even redder, like a newly blooming rose, bright and dripping.

When He Jingtian saw her appearance, a disgust rose in his heart, but his face was still so kind.

Out of the house, I have seen countless girls from big families, and I have seen all kinds of customs, in the past three years, He Jingtian has not only gained a lot in cultivation, but also gained a lot of contacts and hearts during his travels.

Although the girl in front of her is not ugly, compared with those famous family ladies in the county, she is really a crow and a phoenix.

His eyes turned away calmly and looked at everyone.

He Jingbai wasted no time in leaning up, bowed slightly, and said, "Brother Jingtian, welcome home!"

He was not like the woman just now, after he finished speaking to He Jingtian, he glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi again, bowed down the same, and said, "Brother Jingxuan, welcome back." ”

"Surprise!"

He Jingtian took the opportunity to get rid of He Qianyao and walked in front of He Jingbai in a few steps.

This is really a big face for He Jingbai.

Although they are on the list of the four sons, the first and third are not just two rankings. In his heart, this difference is like heaven and earth!

He is an ice pattern, which sounds good, but compared to the sword pattern, it is a bit different.

"Brother Shocking, how does this work?"

He Jingbai hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of He Jingtian with his head bowed.

"Raise your head, be confident, don't forget that you are also one of the four sons!" He Jingtian seemed to be everyone's big brother, no matter which one he scolded or taught a lesson, no one had any opinions.

"Yes, hehe!"

He Jingbai, who has always been arrogant and domineering, raised his head like an obedient little brother, straightened his chest, looked at He Jingtian and said complimentally: "Brother Jingtian, you must have broken through to the Tattoo Master Realm now, I feel that the momentum on your body is very strong, but I can't see it." ”

The smile on He Jingtian's face disappeared, he sighed, shook his head, and said, "Not yet." ”

In fact, the actual situation is that if he really wanted to break through to the Tattoo Master Realm, he would have been able to do it two years ago, and he has been delaying it until now and suppressing his cultivation without breaking through, just to wait, to find an opportunity, and to reach the legendary Extreme Realm again.

It's just a pity that although his cultivation stopped at the peak of the ninth layer of the Tattoo Disciple Realm for two years, he didn't touch any threshold of the Extreme Realm.

He was annoyed and sad.

But he would not give up, because he had reached the Transcendence Realm once, and he also knew the benefits of the Transcendence Realm deeply.

A Pole Genius, although he was only a small level higher than others on the path of cultivation, but for his gain, it was stronger than one order or even more.

Only those who have eaten peaches know the deliciousness of peaches.

"What about you?"

"Nine Layers Peak!"

Almost instantly, He Jingtian adjusted his mood and smiled again.

"Is it really the peak of the ninth layer?"

He Jingbai muttered, inadvertently glanced back at He Jingyun, and found that he was standing at the end of the crowd with a light breeze, his eyes indifferent, and his expression a little stiff.

"What did you say?"

He Jingtian's face changed suddenly, and the skin that was originally smiling with a warm smile was instantly covered with frost.

His cultivation is high, and his IQ is also high, and he has just gotten important information from He Jingbai's words, that is, someone has already guessed his cultivation before he came, or rather, he has seen his cultivation from afar.

It's good that he is at the peak of the ninth layer, and it's good that he hasn't broken through, but this doesn't mean that he doesn't care, and it doesn't mean that others can point fingers at his cultivation.

Who is he, he is a first-class genius in Great Xia City, and he is the first person in the He family.

"Shocking brother!"

He Jingbai pretended to be surprised.

He Jingtian nodded and said indifferently: "Someone told you before that my cultivation is the peak of the ninth layer?"

"Uh, h!"

He Jingbai hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, I made a bet with him before, and as a result, he won." ”

"Who?"

The gloom on He Jingtian's face receded, and he regained his calm.

However, in this calm, there is still a subtle coldness, He Jingbai is closest to him, and he feels the deepest, but he is not half afraid or frustrated, because he knows who He Jingtian's cold is aimed at.

He Jingbai knew very well that the personable He family in front of him was only talented on the first day, although the IQ was equally high and terrifying, but in fact, in some cases, he would also be angry.

He decided, on top of He Shocking's anger, to pour a pot of oil on it fiercely and light another fire.

"Yes, yes!" He Jingbai deliberately cowered, but still expressed his words very clearly: "It's the young master!"

"Who?"

He thought he had misheard.

Less head of the house?

How could it be, who else in this family could deserve that title besides himself? Although, he really didn't care much about the status of this young family head!

But it's one thing to not care, it's another thing for one's forbidden body to be snatched away by others.

"Don't be angry, Brother Shocking. He Jingbai pretended to have an innocent expression, spread his hands, and whispered: "You don't know, someone in the family has already called the young head of the family the fifth son of our He family!"