Hu... Hu...

In the open space outside the Killed Leaf Pavilion, the most outstanding two of the young generation of the Holy Sect were gasping for breath, and sweat pressed their black hair against their foreheads.

But the advantage of winning is obvious at a glance.

Xia Ji's whole body was intact. He had a black iron body, and the shock would not tear his body apart.

But Pang Jing's tiger's mouth had already cracked, and the blood mixed with sweat made the handle of the King-Slayer knife slip a little. Pang Jing used greater strength to hold it, but his hands were trembling.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Pang Jing roared, and the knife in his hand pounced like a tiger.

But Xia Ji raised his hand and waved his hand and collided with two swords.

Pang Jing felt that the unscathing force came, and the palm of his hand hurt, and the handle of the knife came out of his hand. With a loud bang, it almost landed on the mud not far away.

The huge force also tilted his huge body. When he twisted his foot, he half knelt on the ground. Pang Jingru fell into an ice cave. The other party's knife was probably going to slash over with the flow!

Gong Jiu never showed mercy.

But he didn't wait.

At the short sword, Pang Jing suddenly raised his head, and in his eyes, Xia Ji threw the knife away, and the blade roared and whistled to the ground.

The lazy-looking boy suddenly stretched out his hand and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Pang Jing was stunned.

He knew why the other party thanked him. The two of them discussed their state of mind and their state of mind had been greatly improved, which allowed them to better move towards a stronger path.

Although the world is big, it is hard to find an enemy, because this enemy is your opponent and your competitor. You dare not slackewer for fear of being thrown away. In this kind of competition, both of you can grow rapidly.

Xia Ji said thank you and recognized him.

But isn’t Pang Jing’s heart full of gratitude?

At this moment, his mood felt like he was clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, and his understanding of sword skills was further improved.

Although most people in the world admire qi cultivation and despise skills, they still have the same swordsman as themselves, moving along the way.

This way is not lonely!

The boy with a tiger back and a bear waist held the stretched hand and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Xia Ji's lips moved, and he raised his head and burst into laughter, full of enthusiasm.

On the quiet top of the mountain, he was the only laughter.

There was a silence around.

And Pang Jing also laughed.

happy!

The dawn has passed long ago, and the bright golden sky light has fallen.

The mountaintop was like a strong wind raged, flowers, plants, trees and leaves were all over the ground, and the soil was carried over by the sword energy of the two of them.

Two knives were inserted obliquely on the ground, with a dark gold broad sword, and a long-handled knife, with a shadow slanted across the knife.

Pang Jing, who was nine feet tall, was even one head taller than Xia Ji, but after he stood up, he narrowed his eyes, and Yu Guang swept the direction where the three elders stood, then suddenly half-kneeled down and shouted: "Pang Jing has seen the Holy Son!"

The two disciples of the Holy Sect who had settled down in the distance were both dumbfounded, and the result was completely different from what they thought.

The story of the Holy Son seems to tell them, "If you can crush you once, you can crush you a second time. Even if you start over, you can still crush you."

The disciples smiled bitterly.

If you are so talented, what else should you do?

At this time, Pang Jing shouted suddenly, and his voice roared in the deep forest like a tiger: "The Holy Son is back, you are not here yet to congratulate me!"

Pang Jing has a lot of prestige in the hearts of the disciples, and in addition, sitting quietly in the Kuye Pavilion these days has accumulated a lot of reputation.

But many disciples snorted coldly in their hearts.

If you lose to the Holy Son, are you embarrassed to order us again?

After that, you still have to leave Bikong Mountain and go to the local branch churches. What will you do with us from now on?

Recently, Lu Changke, an elite disciple who was destroyed by Xia Ji, has spread rumors about the fact that the Holy Son practices demon skills and is evil in his heart and nature, and will inevitably cause disaster to the Holy Sect.

This made some disciples unwilling to step forward.

However, after all, about one-third of the disciples walked up and shouted: "Congratulations to the Holy Son on his return!"

The little furnace and cauldron were also mixed with these disciples. The medicine box she was carrying was useless, and she felt happy and worried at this moment.

The holy son won.

What I worry about is when the Holy Son will sleep with him.

In the pavilion of dead leaves.

The elder of the Heavenly King laughed and said, "Two, since the disciples of the Holy Sect have re-recognized the Holy Son, then according to the rules of the Sect, the elder cannot force the Holy Son to answer any questions.

As for how the Holy Son detoxifies and how to recover, this is his trump card, so we won’t ask, right?”

Elder Zhizhi stopped talking. He looked at Pang Jing deeply. This son was so thick that he knew that he would become a great man in the future.

Then he glanced at Xia Ji with a strange look.

A mere gang leader, Jin Cicada, was able to achieve this level in less than three months, and even conquered Pang Jing in one battle!

He must have a big secret.

It’s a pity that I can’t move him today, but how could you sit down easily when the master once sat?

But the Sacred Heart Elder refused, and she actually said with luck: "Son of the Holy Spirit, how did you do it until less than three months to detach the strange poison and restore your skills? Have you practiced the magic skills?"

The elder of the Heavenly King's face darkened and he whispered: "Elder Sacred Heart, it's past."

Elder Sacred Heart sighed and said, "I am also thinking about the entire Holy Sect. If the Holy Son really practices magic skills or uses some self-destructive method, the consequences will be really unimaginable. Elder Heavenly King, you can't be so selfish!"

The King of Heaven was stunned: "I am selfish?"

Sacred Heart's expression of compassion became even more powerful. She said with a sway: "Well, you can't ignore everyone's safety in order to stick to your own opinions! Everyone's safety is more important than individuals! You must figure it out today."

Elder of Heaven is about to have an attack, and Elder Wisdom whispered: "I think what the Sacred Heart says makes sense."

It's two to one again.

Elder Sacred Heart said passionately: "Son, tell me, how did you do it? If you are open and upright, what can't be told to others?

What's more, the people here are all my brothers and sisters from the Holy Sect, and they are all family members. Are you just seeing each other like that?"

In the crowd, Lu Changke looked at the boy standing in the center with resentment.

Pang Jing was stunned, but the elder said, "He didn't want to say much, so he picked up the King-Slaying Knife, put it on his shoulders, and stood silently beside Xia Ji."

In this battle, the Holy Son changed a lot.

And such a holy son must be qualified to command the entire holy sect.

Because he could feel the kingly aura in the sword intent of the Holy Son, just like he ruled the world.

In the past, the Holy Son, he thought he was his opponent, but he felt that his behavior was too vicious and his sword technique was too evil.

Today, the Holy Son is reborn in Nirvana, and his sword is like the scorching sun, with a dignified aura that makes people feel heart-wrenching.

The voice of "Thank you" touched Pang Jing even more and felt like a close friend.

So, he stood on the side of the Holy Son and expressed his attitude with silence.

Xiao Luding was stunned for a moment, then ran over with the medicine box, stood beside Xia Ji, and asked softly: "You... are you okay?"

Xia Ji was speechless: "What are you doing when you come here?"

Ning Mengzhen raised her eyebrows: "I just want to come over."

I muttered in my heart, you are going to sleep with me, but you still care about what I do.

The brain circuit of the small furnace tripod is very simple.

The Holy Son has reached the Great Perfection of True Realm, which means he is going to be sleepy.
Chapter completed!