Situ Di couldn't believe that he had failed, but he still had to go to the headquarters of the Holy Gate. After all, his plans were already done.

He wanted to go to Yunxin Pavilion to obtain two mysterious methods, and from then on, he relied on his supreme understanding and the magical skills he practiced, married white, rich and beautiful, dominated the world, and then reached the peak of his life.

As for the moves of the Holy Son just now, it should only be the advantage of headquarters resources.

If I were myself, I would definitely not be worse than the Holy Son!

Thinking of this, Situ Di's expression became hot.

However, Xia Ji listened to the words of the disciples who were personally passed down by the Holy Temple master, and his steps stopped.

Don't have any self-knowledge?

Or do you think I just slapped the face with a fruit knife?

But there is still a response.

Xia Ji paused, then pointed at Li Ying and said, "He is the first minion I have accepted. If you fight him, after three moves, I will accept you."

Situ Di immediately recovered his confidence.

Can't beat the Holy Son, can't even beat a sergeant?

He put away his sword and turned his head to look at the man wearing an iron hoop.

The man was already a little older, seven or eight years older than him, but so what?

It seems that it is only so old that he became a follower of the Holy Son.

He clasped his fists, his expression of arrogance: "Please give me advice."

Li Ying was speechless.

Holy Son, you are too fierce, are you?

Wouldn't it be better to just refuse?

You slapped someone, and now you want me to go up and slap them again.

You want to get double pleasure.

However, Li Ying didn't like such self-righteous people, and he didn't say much. He saw the truth from his subordinates, and what's the use of saying loudly or too much?

They are all false.

They can all be cut by one knife.

The same is true in this world.

As long as you are strong enough, you will ask the sky with a knife. Do you dare not speak?

However, on the other hand, the disciples of the Holy Sect began to worry.

"Oh, what should I do if that waste comes up and throws our Holy Son's face?"

"He can only draw his sword five inches when facing the Holy Son. He can't do it. Why does the Holy Son admire him very much?"

Junior Sister Jinghua, who had interacted with the Shengzi, and Junior Sister Xiang Nuan, both clenched their fists nervously.

The Situ Di just now jumped around like a clown, and they were very upset. The Holy Son crushed him with a fruit knife, which made them feel a sense of pleasure from the bottom of their hearts.

But now, if this waste goes up, is it because he wants someone to hit the face back?

The junior brothers and sisters are very worried.

These expressions fell into the eyes of Situ Di's master Miaorong Mansion, and were a sign of a stable victory.

Situ Di smiled, as if he was not as frustrated as before. He took a few steps back and showed his demeanor and said, "Li Ying, you take action first."

The man wearing an iron hoop did not take out a black cloth to cover his eyes.

He is the most powerful when he is happy, but when he faces such a role of watching the sky in a well, he can use his sword intention to suppress this disciple and even cannot pull out the sword.

The Holy Son can prevent himself from drawing his sword, but he can do it in front of these trash.

The two of them opened their formation on the large blanket with peony embroidery patterns.

The guests obviously had never seen it.

Concentrating.

Prepare to see a good show.

But at this time.

Suddenly...

The door of Yingxian Tower was opened.

The cold rain outside the house and the warm fragrance of the banquet solemnly rushing to the sky cannot be concealed even by the cold light during the day.

A thin woman in blue clothes walked in from outside the door. She was holding a bag in her left hand. It seemed to be hitting two ball objects in the bag, but the blood stained the bag red, making people almost tell at a glance that there were two heads in the bag.

But these are nothing.

The girl was carrying a very exaggerated long knife behind her back, and she could not mop the floor if she was slanted.

The atmosphere of fighting was broken.

The master of Miaorong Mansion frowned.

When Situ Di saw the visitor, he even showed disgust.

Subconsciously, he shouted: "Su Chan, who asked you to come? This is the Holy Son's banquet. Are you, an ominous person, coming here, going to collide with the Holy Son? You still don't retreat!"

The woman in green looked indifferent, and she was full of complex expressions of despair, loneliness, and persistence.

The confusion of her eyes at the beginning of seeing so many people began to fade, and she saw that it was the part of challenging the Holy Son.

I originally wanted to come to the Holy Son with determination, which might have no hope, but now, she suddenly changed her mind.

An unspeakable flame emerged from her heart and rose up.

It was out of control.

Is it better to have a king, prince, general, and minister?!

If you don’t dare to bet everything, how can you be considered a battle of desperation?

Besides, I have nothing left.

Take a bet once!

Be willful once!

"I'm not Su Chan, I'm Han Chan."

The thin woman said the first sentence first.

Then throw the bag out and roll two heads out of the bag.

"The leaders of Qingjiang Axe Gang and the Water Dragon Gang did not listen to the advice, so I killed them. The disputes between the two sides have stopped. Is this considered completing the mission?"

This is the second sentence Han Chan said.

No one came to pull her away.

Han Chan bit his lip and looked at the boy sitting at the main table and seat, who was wrapped in a black and gold robe. He paused word by word, almost betting on all enlightenment, and said the third sentence clearly: "Han Chan, please fight the Holy Son!"

As soon as she spoke this sentence, she seemed to feel relieved.

Her destiny is no longer owned by her.

It has been controlled by the boy.

The master of the Holy Hall of Miaorong Mansion suddenly stood up and sneered: "You ominous person also want to challenge the Holy Son? Why don't you get out!"

Han Chan glanced at him with a cold expression, but was indifferent and stared at Xia Ji with a burning look.

Very strong fighting spirit.

The master sternly said, "Come!"

Xia Ji raised his hand and signaled not to use it, then stood up and looked at the thin girl.

He could see at a glance that the girl was actually exhausted. She killed the two of them, then rushed to the rain, and arrived here in the rain. Both physically and mentally were already at the end of her strength.

Besides, she is not a powerful crossbow.

It was a burning will.

Now this will has supported her here again, and she spoke and said the word "seeking for war".

Even Li Ying looked at the girl deeply.

Xia Ji smiled: "I'll take the challenge."

Han Chan breathed a sigh of relief, and then she looked like a lioness brewing and bursting, step by step to the center of the banquet.

She looked around and found that all the people who were seated here were the powerful people from Miaorong Mansion or the upper class of the sect.

These people have never looked down on themselves, and they are even just ants, jokes, and "destined cheating sluts" determined by the God's Psychic.

But today, she can stand here.
To be continued...