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 I won’t suffer any loss if I worship the master, it’s just a joke.
Haitang girl had prepared incense, and the two of them kowtowed and burned four incense with serious faces.
Burning the 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 common wealth, life and death.
Done!
Due to a strange reason and an abrupt visit, he 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 his gaze.
"Big problem!"
Xin Zhuo suddenly understood his little thoughts. But what rank do you want to accept me as your younger brother? This idea is too childish, "I don't have the habit of being a little brother!"
Shangguan Fan Qing rubbed his nose and smiled: "Then let's make a discount and discuss each other's matters separately. How about each calling the other's second brother?"
"Can!"
"Second brother?"
"You're welcome, second brother!"
"hehe……"
Li Xiyue suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud. She quickly became serious, coughed lightly, 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 with a solemn expression: "These are health-care 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 searching all over his body, there was no reply. Just as he was struggling, a very slight but very sharp fluctuation of zhenqi suddenly came from outside.
The expressions of Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Xiyue suddenly changed.
Is there any expert to try?
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 students and guests standing with bare hands, standing around and watching.
A man and a woman stood facing each other in the field.
The woman is none other than Zhao Li, the 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 protection 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 and fell in love with her. It was originally considered a good marriage, and the fat would not go to outsiders. It turned out that this Li Wumian was a libertine, and he had a relationship with the big man. Not to mention that the senior sister is getting better, but she and the senior wife are also unclear about each other, like jackals, tigers, and leopards.
As a result, she was expelled from the school. The senior sister had anus and intestines severed and shed tears. This girl Zhao Li must be on good terms with Senior Sister. She happened to meet Li Wumian this time, so she naturally wanted to take action. "
"It's 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 hooking up with his second sister-in-law.
Li Xiyue smiled and said: "Although in fact there is no direct enmity between Li Wumian and Zhao Li, this kind of love and enmity 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 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?"
"You bastards!" 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 Qi in the field burst out majesticly, and the girl 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 sword force made the onlookers take a few steps back.
Xin Zhuo and others also looked intently.
"What a great Lingjian Wuwujian!" Shangguan Fan Qing praised.
However,
Li Wumian didn't move.
He took a hard blow.
"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 scolded him coldly with his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed.
Li Wumian laughed miserably: "Do you really don't know my thoughts? Whether it's Rou'er or Shi Niang, it has nothing to do with me. You are always in my heart."
"Shh..."
The crowd around him booed.
Master!
Xin Zhuo secretly praised, such a shameless move, it is almost impossible to win without any tricks, this Li Wumian is a talent.
He suddenly remembered Hui Ruqing. She said she would come tonight, but why didn't she see anyone?
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.
He 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 intent? Who would kill himself?
Xin Zhuo couldn't understand, so he turned around and walked away quickly.
When they reached a dark place, the murderous intention was almost as strong as substance.
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, Your Excellency?" Xin Zhuo asked, moving slightly.
The man sneered, 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 narrowed, he turned around and ran away, using Qing Kung Fu, tossing and turning.
However, that murderous intention was always with him.
There was a remote courtyard in front of him. There was a light 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 like white jade,
Two watermelons, standing proudly.
