Today's eldest lady of the Xue family did not wear the narrow-sleeved black shirt with a strong manly atmosphere, but changed into a purple and blue dress.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to associate the fair woman in front of you with the fierce tiger girl a few days ago.

Xue Feigong's face was still a little strangely pale, and it seemed that the internal injuries he suffered that day had not fully recovered.

This time, she went out of the General's Mansion and came there alone, because she found out that the guy who injured her that day was beheaded here. Although he only fought with that man for a short time, it could be seen from the spicy shot he stabbed that that guy's martial arts were definitely not below him. She wondered how he had been killed.

Still in the distance, Xue Feigong saw a man and a woman on the side of the street, but he only glanced at it in a hurry and didn't pay much attention to it.

But when she got closer and saw the appearance of the man in Tsing Yi who happened to turn her head, Xue Feigong was slightly stunned.

I heard that this guy came back to Jinyang, and it was precisely because she heard that this bastard had returned to the Song family that she would make that competition in the General's Mansion to recruit relatives.

The matter of recruiting relatives in the competition is in an uproar, and the Song family must know about it, but after so much time, there has been no action, and the Song family should have retreated.

Xue Feigong didn't deliberately avoid it, and there was only this small stall nearby that hadn't closed yet, so she walked over directly, picked up an empty table and sat down.

Wang Laohan hurriedly stepped forward to greet with a smile. After approaching, Wang Laohan inadvertently caught a glimpse of the woman's appearance and was taken aback. The old man was very puzzled, in the past, he was such a small side stall that did not enter the stream, and the rich and noble people would not even look at it directly. Judging from the luxurious clothes of the woman in front of her and the cold temperament on her body, it is obvious that she is the daughter of a rich and noble family.

Xue Feigong didn't actually have the desire to eat, but since he was sitting here, it was obviously a little inappropriate to order nothing.

Xue Feigong looked sideways at Song Yuchen, stretched out his finger and pointed at the glutinous rice cake on his table, and asked Wang Laohan to bring her a copy too.

Song Yuchen lowered his head to eat, completely ignoring Xue Feigong, as if the two sides had never known each other.

But Zhao Qingying was vaguely aware of the strange atmosphere in it, and looked at Xue Fei Palace, which was only separated by two tables.

Feeling that someone was looking at him, Xue Feigong frowned slightly, turned his face sideways, and looked at it gently.

Two pairs of beautiful eyes like autumn water collided silently.

Xue Feigong was slightly stunned, and was amazed by the beautiful face of the woman in white opposite, although she was also a woman, she had an inexplicable heartbeat.

What a beautiful woman!

In contrast, Zhao Qingying's side was much colder, although she was surprised, but what surprised her was Xue Fei Palace's amazing cultivation, the qi that did not completely restrain and leaked out on the side, like the tip of the iceberg.

It's just that after careful induction, I found that the other party's breath seemed to be a little disordered, as if he had suffered an internal injury and had not healed.

Xue Feigong retracted his gaze and landed on the street instead. Looking at the light blood stains remaining on the ground, Xue Feigong frowned, his expression was a little trance, as if he was thinking about something.

A handsome man in Tsing Yi and a beauty in a purple shirt originally had a marriage contract, and he should be a pillow person, but at the moment he is a stranger.

The streets are surprisingly quiet.

Suddenly, a voice that sounded a little yin and yang sounded on the side of the street.

"I said that my sister didn't even say hello, and rushed down the mountain, because she couldn't wait to get married. ”

The sound is as ethereal as smoke, sometimes near and sometimes far away. In the frightened eyes of Wang Laohan, a brown giant sword with a wide bench surface fell from the sky.

The brown greatsword looked as heavy as a mountain, and it fell straight down, and the momentum was amazing. It is foreseeable that if the giant sword hits the ground, it will at least pierce a large hole.

But the strange thing is that when it was about to hit the ground, the giant sword suddenly exploded, and the sky was full of brown light, and at this moment, it seemed that even the heavens and the earth had lost their color.

The light in the sky suddenly converged, and a man with a cloak stepped out of the light.

Wang Laohan was dumbfounded, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that his old eyes were dizzy and he had some hallucinations. The old man closed his eyes and reopened them, and the dazzling light in front of him was gone, but the man with the disheveled hair was still there, and walked close to his stall.

The old man's lips trembled, and his expression was excited, thinking that when he saw the immortal descending to earth, he couldn't help but kneel.

Descending from the sky and coming out of the giant sword, isn't this an immortal?

Song Yuchen deliberately sneezed, and the sound of the sneeze was like a morning bell at dusk, which woke up the old man, so he didn't kneel down in a daze.

At this time, the man with his hair scattered happened to walk beside Song Yuchen and Zhao Qingying.

It turned out that the man also carried a sword box behind his back, and the sword box was so long and wide that it almost touched the ground.

Looking at his appearance, the man, who was about thirty years old, suddenly stopped, turned his head and glanced at the sneezing guy.

The man frowned, the guy in green clothes was actually plucking his ears, and then bent to bounce in his direction.

Seeing Song Yuchen's "not knowing whether to live or die" action, Xue Feigong frowned slightly. Is this guy an idiot?

Sure enough, the man's eyes instantly became cold, and he stood still, but the sword box behind him was full of cold.

Xue Feigong snorted coldly and sneered: "In front of anyone, you are pretending to be a ghost like this, Hua Junhou is thick, you are not ashamed?"

The man laughed out loud after hearing this, but his voice always made people feel a little yin and yang.

Hua Junhou smiled and said: "With such a stunning presence, and there are two of them, I Hua Junhou naturally want to talk about pomp, can't let me Hua Junhou jump off the roof so dryly, wouldn't it be insulting?"

When Hua Junhou said this, his eyes looked at Zhao Huakui, who was sitting at the same table as Song Yuchen.

The latter sat like a mountain, ignoring the words and gaze of the former.

Xue Feigong sneered: "It's a pity that I didn't look back at you just now, you can be regarded as showing the blind man a flattering eye." ”

"Senior sister, what are these words, how can anyone say that they are blind. Hua Junhou walked to the table in Xue Fei Palace, and without asking, he sat down directly.

The heavy sword case had been untied by him and rested on a vacant bench next to him.

Xue Feigong subconsciously frowned.

Hua Junhou let out a "huh" and said in surprise: "Senior sister, are you injured? Aren't you beaten by your future husband when you were recruiting relatives in a martial arts competition?"

Xue Feigong suddenly threw the chopsticks in his hand, as fast as a flying sword, and even faintly heard the sound of whistling.

Hua Junhou smiled coldly, stretched out two fingers at random, and easily clamped the chopsticks that stabbed him in the face.

"It seems that the junior sister is really injured internally, and the injury is not light, tsk, it makes the senior brother feel distressed. ”

Xue Feigong's face became even colder, and he said, "What are you doing here?"

Hua Junhou raised his right hand gently, Xue Feigong was like a great enemy, but Hua Junhou just used his fingers to pull a strand of hair that had drifted in front of him behind his ear, and his movements were as gentle as a woman's, which made people look indecent.

"This Jinyang City is not my sister's alone, why can't I come here, senior brother?" Hua Jun said with a smile, "Senior sister, these two are your friends?"

Hua Junhou stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Yuchen and Zhao Qingying.

"I don't introduce myself to my brother. ”