"Li Ying? The Son of Li Ling?"

Xia Ji had already pushed open the door, but when he heard the sound, he paused and took off a black and gold robe from the hanger like antler in the house and covered him.

Turning around to the south, luck sounded loudly, and responded faintly: "Let him come in, wait for me in the martial arts field."

The second thing that Li Ling's son came to find him is revenge.

The reason why Xia Ji chose to see him was because he heard the voice of this man coming from outside the mountain gate, which shows that he understands the rules.

This person's voice is loud, calm and powerful, and has a wonderful rhythm, which shows that he is likely to be open-minded and bright, and has unique skills.

He sees such a person.

Outside the Holy Gate.

The two Holy Sect disciples on duty heard Xia Ji's order and then moved away.

Then the disciple named Wu Chong on the left walked in a few steps, raised his hand and signaled: "Soul Son, please follow me."

When talking about the Holy Son, the disciple had some light in his eyes.

Full of yearning and admiration.

The man wearing a black iron hairband noticed the emotions that the disciple had unintentionally exposed, and was surprised. It seemed that this holy son was very popular. He quickly calmed down and said politely "Thank you".

"No need to thank me, if you want to thank the Holy Son," Wu Chong said lazily.

He is also a rich second generation. Before entering the holy gate, he is considered a domineering person in the city, so he is not afraid of these knights and speaks casually.

Wu Chong took two steps, turned around, and said with a guided look: "Are you here to take revenge? I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Li Ying narrowed his eyes, and did not ask why, nor did he take the opportunity to inquire about the Holy Son's information. He still said politely: "Thank you."

Wu Chong smiled disdainfully.

Li Ying didn't care and still followed the disciple respectfully.

He gave politeness to the world and could leave madness to the knife.

This is his way, and his sword.

On the other side.

Meal and vegetarian food.

The junior sister is happily kneading eggs.

Crack, the eggshell is broken.

"Don't let the oil!"

"Egg liquid!"

Chih! Some hot dots were fried. The junior sister jumped, rotated, closed her eyes, and calmly jumped back, then stepped forward and made up the shovel.

"Fry it from afar, and then add cold rice!"

"Spray a handful of salt, turn off the heat, sprinkle with chopped green onion slices before leaving the pot."

The junior sister was so happy to stir-fry the fried rice.

Senior Sister Ning disappeared so well. When she left, the place where the Shengshuang warmed the bed was empty. Is it necessary for someone to fill it up?

The opportunity has come.

The junior sister is very happy.

Then I didn't know what I thought of, my heart beat faster, my cheeks turned red, and my legs twisted.

Suddenly, she heard many footsteps outside the house, pushed the window and looked at it. The cold wind made her wake up a little. In her eyes, many disciples were heading towards the martial arts field.

She saw a familiar senior brother and hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

The senior brother said, "Let's go and study."

"What? Study? What are you going to study in the middle of the night?" The junior sister was puzzled.

The senior brother said: "The Holy Son is going to abuse people again. His every move, every word and every action is a classic. I may be able to understand some truth from his actions and words, and then break through my current bottleneck. Everyone thinks so.

By the way, Junior Sister Jinghua, why are you in the meal?”

"I..." The junior sister didn't say it, for fear that the slutty bitches next to her would hear it, and then rushed to fried rice.

"Forget it, no matter you, my senior brother wants to grab a front row position to watch the game."

The familiar senior brother said and ran away in a hurry.

Junior Sister Jinghua thought about it and started eating fried rice by herself.

Later, when the Holy Son is almost finished, he will fry a hot portion for him to eat.

When someone goes to watch the game, she wants to make up.

Unfortunately, I can't help but feel regretful if I can't see the Holy Son's heroic appearance on the battlefield.

Sighing, Junior Sister Jinghua began to use chopsticks to fly.

...

On the martial arts field.

The two disciples came running with the Grand Master's chair and hurriedly set it off.

The boy in black and gold robe sat down, with a leisurely look on his face, holding his chin and looking into the distance, with his overlord temperament at a glance.

Opposite him was the man wearing a black iron headband and carrying a slightly curved knife, standing straight.

The two looked at each other and the conversation began.

"Li Ying only wants to fight."

"The revenge of killing your father is irreconcilable. You came to me to take revenge, right? But if it was just a battle, then I wouldn't hurt you, so why should I promise you?"

"A sword is the way. When different Taos collide, it will make your mind more firm. This is also beneficial to you but not harmless, right?"

"You are not going to kill me?" Xia Ji felt the fighting spirit, but did not feel the murderous spirit.

"No."

Li Ying suddenly spit out the word, "You are the saint son, I can't kill you. If you kill, there will be no place for me, Li Ying to stand in this world.

Therefore, I only want to defeat you. If you defeat you, it is equivalent to destroying you. If you destroy you, it is equivalent to avenging him."

If a swordsman could be ruined, it would be more painful than killing him.

"Do you have confidence to defeat me?" Xia Jisheng became interested. This was the third real swordsman he saw when he came to another world.

Li Ying was very frank: "No."

Xia Ji laughed. He suddenly admired the man in front of him, very honest, very wise, and very open-minded.

A person who can be so honest must be sincere in his own sword.

Because, although he was surrounded by the disciples of the Holy Sect, his expression and momentum were not changed at all, and it was said that he had no waves in the ancient well, and it seemed that he was nurturing an explosion of peace.

Such a mind and nature have surpassed most people in the first place.

Xia Ji asked: "Then how do you want to compare?"

Li Ying said: "The Holy Son is willing to fight, and Li Ying is already grateful. Naturally, there are so many, and there are more than that."

"really?"

"really."

After talking, Xia Ji stood up, walked forward a few steps, and reached out to signal: "Let's start."

"Where is your knife?" Li Ying raised his eyebrows, full of joy.

Xia Jicanran smiled: "I'm the knife."

The four characters are gone.

There was a noise from the disciples watching the battle around.

Many people have started to take notes, and the four words "I am a knife" seem to have opened up a new level of pretentiousness for them.

I learned it and learned it, and my disciples deeply admire it.

The Holy Son may be talking about his true feelings, but for them, it is a golden sentence to brag about in the future.

When others talk about sword skills, he will say "I am a knife", which will definitely shock the crowd.

The disciples were all very happy and felt a sense of fulfillment.

Li Ying didn't say much: "That's offending."

He suddenly pulled out a black cloth from his arms, held it with both hands and pressed it between his eyebrows, skillfully wrapped the cloth backwards, and skillfully wrapped it in a knot after his hair.

As such, his eyes were covered by black cloth and he could no longer see anything.

Xia Ji said curiously: "Your eyes are covered, can you see me?"

Li Ying said lightly: "My heart is clearer."
To be continued...