After dinner, Xiaohudiao cleaned up the table.

Ning Mengzhen's heartbeat accelerated, she lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she quietly looked at the Holy Son.

He won't ask me to bed tonight, right?

He has reached the great perfection of the True Yuan Realm again, with sufficient qi and blood, and it is difficult for him to control himself.

I am about to finish, I will be used to vent my lust, and then be abandoned.

She seemed a little pitiful and looked at Xia Ji from time to time.

"Is there anything on my face?"

“No, no…”

The little furnace and tripod didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he hurriedly packed up the dishes and ran away in panic.

Xia Ji then lay comfortably on the bed, but the strange black eggs on the fourth floor of Yunxin Pavilion appeared in his mind, as well as the pair of pupils behind the door when he was bathing in the afternoon.

This world is full of mystery to be solved, not just Gao Wu.

The next day, early in the morning.

Pang Jing stood outside Xia Ji's house with the King-Slaying Sword on his back, with a faint expression on his face, and his chest was squinted.

He has been waiting since dawn.

In summer, frogs gradually cries, and cicadas gradually cries.

This young man with a tiger back and a bear waist is in extreme silence.

A strange meaning is revealed between movement and stillness.

When Xiaoluding made breakfast and entered the yard, he saw the tall figure leaning in the yard. He was shocked and patted his chest. Oh my god, what did Senior Brother Pang come here to do early in the morning?

Yesterday, Senior Brother Pang and the Holy Son did not meet each other and stood beside the Holy Son at a critical moment.

Think about it... at that time, there were only two people behind the Holy Son.

Therefore, Ning Meng really felt that Pang Jing was also quite friendly.

So he walked up to say hello with a plate: "Have you had breakfast from Senior Brother Pang?"

Pang Jing: "Yes."

"Senior Brother Pang is here to wait for the Holy Son?"

Pang Jing: "Yes."

"What are Senior Brother Pang doing with Shengzi?"

Pang Jing: "Yes."

He looked down on Ning Mengzhen at all.

Ordinary Holy disciples don’t know, he doesn’t know it yet.

A mere sacred son's furnace is just a tool.

Ning Meng felt a little embarrassed and walked forward with her head tilted, without even noticed the steps ahead.

He staggered, screamed "ah" and pounced forward.

The dining plate in my hand was splashed out.

Just as it was about to land, the King-Slaying Sword behind Pang Jing turned it into his hand like a magic trick, and then shot out at almost the same time.

The King-Slayer sword shot out in succession, and a sharp shadow passed by. The huge sword body horizontally crossed the plate, maintaining balance, and slowly landing with the plate.

The rice porridge, dried pickles, radish, big meat buns, and vinegar plates on the plate were not even sprinkled out.

Ning Meng really breathed a sigh of relief. Recently, she always thought about "when will this furnace be used?" and she was a little confused, but there was no way, and what should be come will always come.

She even had a spring dream last night.

In the dream, I was forced to wear Queen Feng's tight leather jacket, slammed it with a long whip, and then the Holy Son came over and threw himself down...

Seeing that the breakfast was not spilled out, Xiao Luding breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Pang."

Pang Jing smiled coldly: "I'm not worried that you will be punished, I'm worried that the Holy Son's breakfast time will be delayed, and our swordsman's time is very precious."

Ning Mengzhen felt the mockery from the top of the contempt chain, and her body froze when she was struck by lightning. Then she smiled awkwardly and held up the plate on the King-Slaying Sword.

And then the door opened.

Xia Ji walked out.

Pang Jing's eyes lit up, which was completely different from the one who had just looked at the little furnace and tripod.

The nine-foot-foot boy clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Son of the Holy Son, I am here to say goodbye. This time I will return to the Holy Temple in Beiliangzhou, and then walk out of Guanshan to experience it well."

Guanshan is the border of Wei, and outside it is a terrifying thief. It is an extremely chaotic area and a hell for the weak. Even the strong may die in a bad life.

"Although the bandits are fierce, my heart is even more serious! When I fought with you yesterday, I had a lot of insights and knew that I was watching the sky by land. If I didn't go out, the position of master in the Holy Temple of Beiliangzhou will be mine sooner or later, but so what if that is the case?

I, Pang Jing, want to fight with more powerful people. If I stop and die on this road, it means that I, Pang, are just like this. I think it’s all fantasy, and it’s just a fairy tale. It’s just a shame to die, so it’s just a shame.

Today I will say goodbye to you, and I also want to tell you my determination. Son, if I, Mr. Pang, in seven years, will definitely come back to challenge you again."

Xia Ji stared at the boy with a tiger's back and bear's waist and muscles.

In the courtyard, a sudden wind blew.

"Okay, seven years, I'll wait for you."

Xia Ji said in a deep voice, with incomparable confidence in his voice.

Pang Jing laughed loudly, took back the King-Slayer sword, carried it on his shoulder, and suddenly stepped on it, and the whole person shot out of the yard like a cannonball, and a heroic voice came from a distance.

"Son of the Holy Son, you cannot defeat others before I see you again! There is never a second statement on the path of swordsmen. In this world, there is only one knife, and the voice of a person can exist!"

The sound gradually faded away.

Still in my ears, Pang Jing was like the drum beat by the gods in the world. Every time he took a step, he would produce an earthquake-like roar.

In a blink of an eye, he had left the Holy Gate, left the Blue Hill, heading north, not even riding a horse.

Even though Ning Mengzhen had not reached this level, she felt the ambitions in the brief conversation between the two, and for a moment, she also started to burn.

This once again demonstrates the "brain circuit is really not complicated" attribute of Xiaoluding.

This matter has nothing to do with her, she can also get burned.

After breakfast, Xia Ji went directly to the side hall.

The Elder of the Heavenly King had long been waiting for him in the palace with his hands behind his back.

The last time he came here, he had to stand the test. Wherever he went, he was full of doubtful eyes and a look of disapproval, as if he was about to die.

But this time, the King of Heaven bowed slightly from a distance to show his respect for the Holy Son.

At dawn yesterday, the boy came with a knife in the morning light, facing Pang Jing, who had been sitting alone in the Kuye Pavilion for nearly three months, won in one battle, conquered the opponent, shocked the Holy Sect, and then defeated the Sacred Heart Elder with his decisive means.

Is Pang Jingao or not?

Of course proud.

He is so arrogant that he feels that all the people in the world are fools, and he will be the best in the world sooner or later.

But he also has the capital of pride.

I think I am like Pang Jing. When the Holy Son was sixteen years old, I did not achieve such achievements. Unfortunately, Pang Jing was born at the wrong time and met the Holy Son.

Since Yu is born, why is it bright?

"Son of the Holy Son, please sit down."

The elder of the Heavenly King laughed and led Xia Ji into the hall.

The beautiful maid served tea, looked at Xia Ji in awe, and then bowed down.

The elder took out a stack of golden cover books, which recorded the monthly gang affairs and what happened, which can be said to be the geographical anime of the Holy Gate.

"Son of Holy Son, I'm bluntly saying that although you defeated Pang Jing, your reputation still needs to be consolidated. After all, the fact that you had completely lost your skills caused a stir in the entire Holy Sect, otherwise so many people wouldn't come back to compete for the position of Holy Son.

If it weren't for Pang Jing, you might have to face challenges from more people.

Pang Jing sat in the Hanye Pavilion, but drove away many elite disciples."
Chapter completed!