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"Six realms" you What are you going to do

Zhao Jie's face froze.

This, what speed, too fast? Isn't this guy a mortal?

"Childe

The bodyguards behind him were also stunned.

They didn't see clearly how the boy passed. They just felt a gust of wind.

The crowd was stunned!

Hidden strength?

at the moment, they only have this idea in mind.

Among them.

Many people are martial arts, even have reached the semi Saint strength, and Zhao Jie is no match. But just now, they didn't see the boy's action clearly, so there is only one possibility that the strength of this man is above Zhao Jie.

But how big is that?

More than 20.

Younger than Zhao Jie, how can he have such strength? Even if he is the son of Murong family, he is just like this?

"What do you want me to do?"

Sunan has a faint smile.

"Did you forget to bet with me? Next, know how to do it? "

Sunan squinted.

Smile like spring breeze, but smile hidden knife, like cold wind. Let Zhao Jie see you, not back hair cold.

He seems to have a feeling.

If he said something he shouldn't have said, the teenager might have killed him.

Nodded repeatedly: "know know know."

Zhao Jie at the moment.

There is no previous arrogance, the eyes are subject. Let the onlookers see not from a shock, this is still the powerful Zhao childe.

"But Jinsha international, I don't count."

Zhao Jie swallowed a mouthful of foam, some panic in his eyes.

Sands international.

As one of Zhao Jie's pillar industries, even if the control is in his father's hands, he is not the third generation of Zhao Jie. He can easily decide the way to go.

"I know."

Su Nan nodded, not difficult for Zhao Jie, but said with a smile: "since you can't be the master, you don't want to send someone to ask your father to come out. How can he have the right to make decisions?"

Sunan said this.

Although it is a careless sentence, but let Zhao Jie on the gloomy face, instant and cold down.

There was an incredible expression on his face:

"do you know where my father is?"

"I'm here today for your father's sake, otherwise?"

Zhao Jie's heart sank.

This boy, since he knows his father is here, dare to treat him like this, don't you want to live?

Even the spectators were gloomy.

They thought.

It is that little bit of strength of the childe brother, simply because Zhao Jie lost the bet, and refused to perform, which made him angry.

I didn't expect that.

They came for Zhao Haidong.

Is this kid tired of living?

Who is Zhao Haidong.

But Zhao Jie's second generation, master Zhao, one of the most outstanding sons, has already reached the peak of the little sage realm!

He is one of the few saints in Jinling.

On weekdays.

In addition to the Murong family, even the Su family and the other three crew members have to be afraid. Because in the second generation of Jinling, the Murong family is the only one who can be as good as Zhao Jie.

So.

No one wants to die. No one dares to provoke Zhao Haidong.

Yes.

This little devil is aiming at Zhao Haidong. What's the matter? Is he impatient to live and die?

People who were silent just now.

At the moment, they all showed puzzled eyes, while more people pointed out, thinking about what the young man meant.

……

"I hear I'm looking for you?"

Just for a moment.

A middle-aged man, nearly 50 years old, came from nowhere, followed by an old man with white beard and white robe.

Beside the old man.

With a young man under thirty.

A green robe.

He is a big man with short hair and square face. The eyes are steep, between the eyebrows, with a trace of pride.

It seems to stand on top of thousands of people and look down upon the common people in the world.

There was a seven foot sword on his back.

Walk without wind.

……

"It's Zhao Haidong."

I saw the middle-aged man coming.

On site.

The crowd, which was still boiling just now, suddenly fell silent.

"Father, help me."

Zhao Jie used to shout.

But.

When he said this, after speaking, Sunan actually put down his sword. Obviously, the drunk man's intention is not to drink, and his purpose today is not in Zhao Jie.It's Zhao Haidong!

"You are the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Haidong?"

Sunan took a seat and sat down.

Lin Qingqing, next to him, handed over a generation of red wine. He tasted the wine and observed the slowly coming Zhao Haidong, as well as the two monks behind him.

Zhao Jie quickly fled to Zhao Haidong's back.

But Zhao Haidong didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he asked Zhao Jie to go first, and he walked down the steps.

Find a position, signal the two behind to sit down first.

Then wave.

Ask the waiter to bring two glasses of red wine, pour the wine for the two, and say:

"Jinsha international, it's our Zhao site, in fact, Xiaoyu Xiaoxia and other curfew people come here? I'm in a good mood today. I don't want to see blood, so go away

Zhao Haidong is domineering.

He didn't pay attention to Sunan at all. His attention was focused on the old man in white robe.

One time.

People's eyes also shifted from Sunan to the old man. I thought to myself, why is this old man so respected by Zhao Haidong.

You know.

Behind the Zhao family is the Ye family.

In Jinling.

His Zhao family is not to be afraid, even Murong family, do not see Zhao family so polite?

Sunan did not speak.

Instead, he gives Lin Qingqing a look. The latter instantly understands what it means. In front of him, the power of the semi Saint shows no intention.

After a period of practice.

Last night, after a night of hard work, Lin Qingqing finally entered the realm of semi saints, which was a little short of the realm of little saints.

But it's also a matter of time.

When the breath of semi holy comes out.

Suddenly a force of hegemony, swept, her eyes cold, not because the other party is Zhao Haidong, and a trace of fear.

She said slowly:

"coincidentally, my master is in a good mood today. Your son has just lost Jinsha international to my master, and he is still hurtful. Why don't you come and apologize, and then transfer the shares of Jinsha international to my master. He will spare you peace for a while. What do you think? "

Lin Qingqing's words are soft. Although they are not big, they ring in everyone's heart.

In a flash.

Everyone looked at the little girl with disbelief.

One is that she is so young, and she is actually a semi saint. Naturally, what she said just now made Zhao Haidong apologize. Who do you think you are?

Zhao Haidong didn't take Sunan seriously.

Listening to what the girl said, there was a trace of interest on her face. The white robed old man also waved his hand, meaning to let him busy with his own affairs.

Zhao Haidong got up and slowly came to the people. He was less than 10 meters away from southern Jiangsu. He said with a smile, "it seems that you don't want to go?"

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