It was difficult for Xin Zhuo to understand the central idea of ​​Shangguan Fan Qing's words, let alone his strange psychology of making friends.

However, I have a preconceived idea. I have heard Cui Ying'er introduce it a long time ago. Tianji Pavilion is very powerful. Therefore, if you want to be successful in the future, you must not let go of any advantage you can take advantage of. Maybe you will use it another day.

And you won’t suffer any loss if you do it, it’s just a joke.

Haitang girl had prepared incense, and the two of them kowtowed with serious faces and burned four incense sticks.

Burning four incense is very formal, serious and has a strong sense of ritual. The first is the incense of benevolence and righteousness, the second is the incense of loyalty and righteousness, the third is the incense of narrow meaning and the fourth is the incense of sharing wealth and honor, living and dying together.

Done!

For a strange reason, the abrupt visit suddenly transformed into an extremely reliable and serious sworn brother in this world. Everything was so casual, so nonsense, and so natural.

It's touching.

"I'm nineteen and you're sixteen. It won't be a big problem if you call me big brother from now on, right?" Shangguan Fan Qing sat down pretending to be emotional, his eyes averting for a moment.

"Big problem!"

Xin Zhuo suddenly understood what he was thinking. But what rank are you in, do you accept me as your younger brother? This idea is too childish, "I have no habit of being my younger brother!"

Shangguan Fan Qing rubbed his nose and smiled: "Then let's make a discount, each has his own business, how about each calling the other's second brother?"

"Can!"

"Second brother?"

"You're welcome, second brother!"

"hehe……"

Li Xiyue suddenly couldn't help laughing, quickly became serious, coughed slightly, and looked at the manuscript in her hand seriously.

"Small gifts are not a sign of respect!" Shangguan Fan Qing suddenly took out a box and opened it. Inside were dazzlingly colored pearls. He said solemnly: "These are the body-building and moisturizing pearls given by the main altar in my pavilion. They are worth a million dollars."

Sell."

It can be seen that this is indeed a treasure. This guy has spent a lot of money to become a sworn brother.

Xin Zhuo accepted it happily, but after rummaging all over his body, there was no reply. Just as he was struggling, a very slight but very sharp fluctuation of true energy suddenly came from outside.

Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Xiyue's expressions suddenly changed.

Is there any expert who can help me?

Several people looked at each other and went out at the same time.

Outside, in the square under the monument with the word "Yu", there are nearly a hundred people and guests standing at the moment, standing with bare hands, gathered around and watching.

In the field, a man and a woman stand facing each other.

The woman is none other than Zhao Li, a woman in black. Her long hair is flying, her expression is cold, and her eyes are cold and murderous.

The whole person is like a sharp sword.

The man opposite was about thirty years old, with a strong build and wearing a blue robe, but with his deep sad eyes, thin beard, and haggard face, he looked like an alcoholic who had been drunk all year round.

The two of them hadn't taken action at this time, but the strong Qi had already left the body on its own. This was purely an instinctive defense and confrontation after being in danger.

"I know these two people."

Shangguan Fan Qing flapped his folding fan and said with a smile: "The woman is Zhao Li, the contemporary third disciple of the Lingjian Sect in Weizhou Prefecture, three hundred miles away.

It is said that the man was also from the Spirit Sword Sect, and his name was Li Wumian. He fell in love with Zhao Li's senior sister back then, and they fell in love with each other. It was originally a good marriage, and the fat would not go to outsiders, but it turned out that this Li Wumian was a libertine, and he was married to a big man.

Not to mention that the senior sister is getting better, but she and the senior wife are not clear about each other, they are like jackals, tigers and leopards.

As a result, she was expelled from the school, and the senior sister had her anus and intestines severed, and she shed tears. This girl Zhao Li must have been on good terms with the senior sister, and she happened to meet Li Wumian this time, so she naturally wanted to take action."

"So scary!"

Xin Zhuo nodded and glanced at this "second brother". If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them. A good love affair in the world will make you talk like Zhang San hooked up with his second sister-in-law.

Li Xiyue smiled and said: "Although in fact Li Wumian and Zhao Li have no direct enmity, this kind of hatred is the most unsolvable, and they are afraid of fighting. Our academy has rules, and guests can be beaten if they want, but destroying

Items, ten times compensation.”

Xin Zhuo asked curiously: "Who do you think will win among these two?"

Judging from the blood energy fluctuations of these two people, they are both at a higher level than himself, similar to the sub-sixth or sixth level, but the level is not much different. It also depends on the strength of their mental skills and martial arts. He feels deeply about this.

Before Li Xiyue could speak, Shangguan Fan Qing said: "Zhao Li is afraid that he has just entered the sixth level. Li Wumian's old brand is the sixth level. If he really has to fight for his life, Li Wumian will naturally win. But this Li Wumian feels guilty and is afraid

I will give it a try!"

"Of course!"

At this time, Jiang Hezhu and other young masters appeared out of nowhere, with some bruises on their faces. They looked at Xin Zhuo coldly, and then glanced at Li Xiyue next to Xin Zhuo. They smiled but didn't smile: "Xin Zhuo, what's going on?

Do you dare to take a gamble and kowtow to see who wins?"

"Assholes!" Shangguan Fan Qing suddenly became furious, "Who are you? How dare you be so rude to my second brother? Back off!"

The strange smiles on the faces of Jiang Hezhu and others disappeared instantly, and they looked at Shangguan Fan Qing with disbelief and loss in their eyes.

We were bullied by him together. When did you become brothers? Isn’t this a traitor?

At this moment, the fierce zhenqi burst out from the field, and Miss Zhao Li had already swung a sword.

The power of the sword was sharp, but not broad. It was like a trickle of water, carrying a stream of sword light straight towards Li Wumian.

Ripples rippled along the way, and the green bricks on the ground rattled.

A sword shadow had already arrived in front of Li Wumian and stabbed vertically.

The invisible force of the sword made the onlookers take a few steps back.

Xin Zhuo and others also looked intently.

"What a great Ling Jian Wu Wu Jian!" Shangguan Fan Qing praised.

However,

Li Wumian didn't move.

He took a hard blow from the sword.

"puff!"

There was a sword wound on his chest that was as deep as the bone, and blood was flowing like a stream.

He couldn't help but take three or four steps back in succession, with a bit of unresolved sadness on his sloppy face.

"Why don't you take the sword?" Zhao Li stared at him, frowning and scolding him coldly.

Li Wumian laughed miserably: "Do you really not know my thoughts? No matter you are Rou'er or Shi Niang, they have nothing to do with me. You are always in my heart."

"Shh..."

The crowd around him booed.

Master!

Xin Zhuo secretly praised, what a shameless move, there is no way to win, this Li Wumian is a talent.

He suddenly remembered Hui Ruqing. She said she would come tonight, but why didn't she see anyone?

After glancing around, he suddenly felt a cold breath locking on him.

He seemed to have murderous intent, but also seemed to be a little afraid, which was completely different from Jiang Hezhu and others who were straightforwardly looking for trouble.

I frowned and looked around again, still not sure who it was.

After thinking for a while, he took a few steps back.

The murderous intention appeared again.

Killing intention? Who would kill himself?

Xin Zhuo couldn't figure it out, so he turned around and walked away quickly.

When they reached a dark place, the murderous intention was almost as strong as reality.

He turned his head sharply and saw someone standing not far away. A short, slightly stooped, white-faced, beardless old man. He couldn't tell his exact age, let alone recognize him.

"What do you mean?" Xin Zhuo asked, moving slightly.

The man sneered, and his voice was very feminine, unlike what a normal person could utter.

"I have no enmity with you, right?"

Xin Zhuo spoke up again.

The man approached slowly, his true energy was as majestic as water, and black smoke was emitting, sweeping along the ground.

This realm and martial arts gestures are completely incomprehensible.

Xin Zhuo's eyes shrank, he turned around and ran away, using Qing Kung Fu, tossing and turning.

However, that murderous intention always followed him like a shadow.

There was a remote courtyard in front of it. The lights were on in the west room, and a slender figure could be seen faintly swaying near the window.

Xin Zhuo turned around and found the old man standing in the darkness not far away like a ghost, staring at him.

Gritting his teeth, he broke down the door and broke into the room.

A low exclamation immediately came from the room.

Master Qin Yuliu was sitting in a wooden barrel taking a bath, and it was an immersive bath.

Chuchen's face was slightly red from the steaming hot water, with water droplets dotting his cheeks, and his long, semi-wet hair hanging on his chest.

Skin as white as jade,
Chapter completed!