Boom! Boom!

Two blunt objects hit the ground.

Hou Zhuo stood on one side with his hands behind his back, and then led by his disciples of the Holy Sect, he entered the main hall of the Holy Sect and began to wait.

As the envoy of the Prince's Mansion, he was qualified to enter the main hall.

However, the main hall is usually where visitors stop. The back hall is a martial arts field, a residential area, a small training peak, and further to the distance is the Kuye Pavilion, a crater lake, a Yunxin Pavilion, and a forbidden area where the sect leader is in seclusion and no one can easily step on.

Hou Zhuo's face was not flushed or breathless, which shows that both explosive power and endurance were the best choices. The strange-shaped weapon on his waist, which looked like an anchor whip, was even more awe-inspiring.

Just like a poisonous snake with a penis entanglement, full of murderous aura.

He didn't sit down, but just stood quietly and waited. Although his aura was restrained, the maid who came to serve tea and pour water was still frightened.

The three deacons and elders are now Lan Yue’s turn.

The woman with a charming aura sat upright in the side seat, without saying a word, and then made a gesture of asking for tea.

Hou Zhuo clasped his fists and signaled that nothing happened.

He came here with a mission, not a tea.

Drinking tea makes people relax, but he never relaxes, never slackewers.

Lan Yue giggled, and she didn't want to say a word of greeting, but the visitor from the Prince's Mansion, as the elder, had to come forward.

So she sat here.

There was a light flashing in his eyes, spinning around Hou Zhuo's body, as if thinking about something.

certainly...

From outsiders, perhaps this elder Fox Meizi was interested in the hero of the Prince's Mansion, and was watching whether his muscles were strong, his thighs were strong, his waist was strong, and his face was handsome.

But charm is just her mask, so she can observe it without restraint.

Hou Zhuo was also very good, and he was forced to bear the gaze of a charming woman, just like a stone.

The master of the Prince's Mansion suddenly lit up his eyes.

Outside the door.

A young man in a black and gold robe was stalking.

Although his expression was easy-going, he had a kind of madness.

As the saying goes, you will know a woman when you smell the fragrance.

When the masters meet, they see the situation.

Although Hou Zhuo was arrogant, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw this young man.

He is worthy of being the King of the Great Wei sword at the peak of his life. Although he has never seen the magical battle between Yan and Wei borders that has been rumored to be magical, he is selfish and yearns for it.

Walking across the moon, killing Murong Cha in an instant with one sword.

The sword sealed the realm, fought with the first person in the Shadow Academy who carried the magic sword, and then cut off his head and took over his magic sword, so as to exalt the prestige of the Great Wei Kingdom, and it was also famous in the world.

What's more, the King of Knife is also the Holy Son of the Holy Sect.

He is truly a great man of his generation.

Therefore, Hou Zhuo's arrogant look decreased, and his cold temperament slowed down.

He took a step forward, took out the gift list from his sleeve, and presented it with both hands: "Hou Zhuo, the prince's mansion, has seen the Holy Son."

Xia Ji thought about it.

How to respond?

I have never eaten pork and haven’t seen pigs run. I have met many people in the world.

He laughed generously, "Brother Hou, don't be polite, please sit down!"

Lan Yuexu looked at the two of them, stood up and said, "Oh, Holy Son, you are finally here, then I'll leave."

After saying that, the elder ran away...

Run away...

How did she break through the siege and become the new elder?

Hou Zhuo ignored the elder. When he heard the call "Brother Hou", he felt a sense of flattery.

He is just a dog of the prince, and the Holy Son is commensurate with the prince's brothers and has such a noble status that he can treat himself like this.

Although he was polite, he was still a little moved.

Which strong man doesn’t desire to be respected?

Xia Ji sat down.

But he didn't dare to sit. In the prince's mansion, only the prince could sit. This is the rule, it was imprinted in his mind and could not be changed.

"Brother Hou, sit down. If you don't sit down, I will stand up too."

"well..."

The master of the Prince's Mansion sat down, then took out a letter that had not been removed from his arms and placed it in front of Xia Ji.

"This is the prince's secret letter."

Xia Ji took it and took it apart.

The content of the letter is very simple, simple and clear at a glance.

In just a few seconds, Xia Ji had already swept through it three times.

The letters in the letter:

【Xia Ji, I want to make friends with you】

This letter has only ten words in number.

However, the information is extremely large.

Hou Zhuo took out an exquisite black jade box from his arms, "The prince has a verbal order."

Xia Ji's expression remained unchanged and nodded, "Say."

Hou Zhuo coughed and said, "Senior brother, I heard that you had suffered some internal injuries when you fought with Murong Tianlong, so I went to the palace treasure house to ask my father for this healing medicine. I hope you can recover as soon as possible after taking it."

Xia Ji understood.

First, the prince knew that he was a fake saint, but the prince did not expose it because the prince wanted to control him and wanted him to be a weapon in his hand, or to put it simply, he was his dog.

Secondly, after taking the pill he gave him, he was a friend. In other words, if he didn't take it, he was not a friend.

So, it is not difficult to guess what this pill is.

Isn't it just poison?

Hou Zhuo seemed to have noticed this strange atmosphere.

There is no sacred sect of healing pills? Do you have to send it to your own prince?

There is something hidden in this.

But Hou Zhuo didn't know, and he didn't dare to know.

The more you know, the faster you die.

But will the Holy Son refuse?

Just when he was in a dilemma.

Xia Ji took the black jade box directly and opened it. The pill was golden and a bit rough, but it gave people a feeling of insect eggs, which was far from the visual sense of healing the holy medicine.

He twisted it up, "Brother Hou, I don't make it difficult for you to do it."

After saying that, he swallowed it in one bite.

At the same time, I silently recite: "Use this poison to exchange for internal strength."

Response: "It can be exchanged for four years, can it be exchanged?"

Well... I am worthy of being the prince. The mother-child insect-inducing poison that Shengxin fed him last time can be exchanged for two years, but this time it has doubled.

It seems to be a big deal.

Confirm redemption.

【True Qi, +1+1+1+1~~】

The true qi in the state also becomes 409 units.

Practicing qigong requires accumulation over time.

It's made progress again today.

Hou Zhuoyu was moved, but he was not good at speaking, and he had nothing to say. He could not say anything like "He suspected that there was something wrong with this pill, how did you feel after taking it?"

He is from the Prince's Mansion. Although he admires Xia Ji, he is here to complete the task after all.
To be continued...