Chapter 1173： Oriental Thaumatology

Just before entering the hall, Hua Mingxi had already given Ling Xiao a lot of favor.

However, Zhang Jiuji concealed his whereabouts and screamed loudly, which made the son quite grudge.

The son was curious about his combat power, and it was reasonable.

Now that she took the initiative to take out three thousand needs, she would never take it back in public.

Since Ling Xiao didn't want it, maybe he could take the sword back with the hands of Junior Brother.

although!

Zhang Jiuji's current realm is only at the fifth stage of the respected realm, but he has followed the master for more than two hundred years, and he must have some life-saving trump cards on his body.

Of course, for Hua Mingxi at this time, there seems to be no better choice except Zhang Jiuji.

Looking at the Hua Mingxi who turned and walked to the side, Ling Xiao's mouth suddenly showed a gentle smile, his palm was lightly twisted, and the depths of his eyes were gloomy.

"My son, what are you thinking about! These three thousand mustaches are divine things, how can you not seize them! No, if you do not seize them, I will help you seize them!"

Hearing what Ling Xiao and Hua Mingxi had just said, Xuanyuan Weiyang's small face suddenly showed a touch of anxiety.

"You are not allowed to take it."

But Ling Xiao just said indifferently, and wiped out the war intent on Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face.

joke!

Whether it's Xuanyuan Weiyang or Yaoguang, the luck on his body is at its peak. Once the two intervene, Zhang Jiuji may not be able to win.

"The son..."

Xuanyuan Weiyang raised his head slightly, pouting his small mouth, obviously not understanding why Ling Xiao would refuse the good fortune he had obtained.

"thump!"

At this moment, a low and muffled sound suddenly came from the hall.

Then!

Everyone was stunned to see that Xiang Kun, who had always been arrogant and domineering, turned out to be like a dead dog, being thrown out of the sky.

At this time, his two arms had already been broken, and even the bones in them seemed to be crushed by the force of life, looking extremely miserable.

"This…"

The expressions of the Tianjiao were taken aback for a moment, and the eyes suddenly widened. Obviously, it was unexpected that Xiang Kun would lose so badly.

"I have no father or mother, so you can't destroy my clan, but if anyone dares to hit my junior sister's idea, this... is the end."

Just when everyone was horrified, a figure in white clothes slowly walked out of Linghui, and his eyes swept across the crowd with clear eyes.

At this time, his face was not half arrogant, but inexplicably, he actually gave a nine-day dominance.

"you…"

Xiang Kun gritted his teeth tightly, his face particularly pale.

But as soon as he saw the young man's eyes, he felt an extremely bitter chill rising from the soles of his feet.

"Who else?"

Yang Yuan raised his head and glanced at the direction outside the hall. When he saw the surprise in Xia Zhimeng's eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That's how it feels!

This kind of high-profile, face-slapped Qing Cang's top arrogant feeling really makes people...cannot stop!

I want to pretend! I will always pretend to compare!

take off! Wuhu!

The whole hall was silent.

Especially seeing Xiang Kun's lonely figure and the fear on his face, those ancient Tianjiao who originally wanted to take action to teach Yang Yuan, all hesitated to remain silent.

"I'll fight you."

Beside Hua Mingxi, Zhang Jiuji suddenly opened his mouth and gave a soft drink.

The second elder sister Fang Cai had already transmitted the voice, asking him to try his best to fight for this three thousand needs, and he couldn't get rid of it because of reason.

This time he walked out of the demon realm, Zhang Jiuji was originally to become famous Qing Cang, so as to logically return to the Hui clan, and inherit the position of Young Master Sirius.

Nowadays, the arrogance of the blue sky gathers here, and if he is able to overwhelm the crowd, he will be bound to have infinite glory.

This young man in white clothes is indeed very strong, especially the Jinhui on him, with a sense of indestructibility.

But Zhang Jiuji not only possessed the Eucharist of Good Fortune, but also practiced the Heavenly Yuan Immortal Art. Even if he didn't use the Nine Days Buddha Sword and the Buddha Domain, it was not difficult to defeat him.

It seems to be a happy time to pretend to be.

It's been half a month since Senior Sister Wu went missing, and during this half a month, Zhang Jiuji's mood can be said to be extremely disturbed.

Now, he needs a hearty battle to release the depression in his heart.

"Um?"

Before the main hall, Yang Yuan frowned slightly. This feeling of being interrupted forcibly by pretending was very uncomfortable.

"In the next picture...Jijiu, I want to ask my brother for advice."

Zhang Jiuji bowed slightly, with a gentle attitude.

But at this time, there were waves of sarcasm in the hall again.

"Is this Mai Yi's brain broken? Does he think he is better than Xiang Kun?"

"It's probably because of others' pretending to compare, and I feel itchy, and I want to try it."

"Hehe, I hope he can win, so that I can tell him later that Fairy Flower is not something he can get rid of by a wild dog."

Did you see it? This is an ordinary dragon trap. As long as you hide in the crowd, I don't care about it.

I ridiculed who is the Son of Destiny, or else I would slap in the face.

What?

Both are the sons of destiny, so of course, whoever is lucky, God will help me make a choice, tell me to ridicule someone, and the face will be beaten later!

"My punch is very hard, you will cry for a long time if you punch it down."

"Really? Then I have to ask for advice."

In the main hall, two figures stood opposite each other, with the same expressions of firmness and the same upright posture.

Of course, there is the same ordinary appearance.

As for this battle between the two, Ling Xiao naturally had no interest in it.

What is the best thing about the Son of Destiny fighting against each other?

Of course, one by one, from the weakest to the strongest, they may even make a temporary breakthrough to awaken new talents.

This kind of process is extremely long and boring, not to mention... Yang Yuan and Zhang Jiuji are the same destiny, and everything they say and do is pretending to be, it's really boring.

Therefore, even though Ling Xiao was sitting in the hall at this time, his spirit consciousness had already entered the realm.

Above the heavenly hall, the Lingxiao Taoist body descended from the sky, looking at Feng Ruge and Su Yan below, a smile suddenly appeared on their faces.

"doing what?"

"The son?"

The two goddesses were taken aback for a moment, and there was a surprise in their eyes.

Especially Su Yan, who has been practicing in retreat lately, and now his cultivation is close to the threshold of the realm of exaltedness, and even his luck has tens of thousands.

"My son, I have studied some gadgets and I am trying it out for Sister Su Yan."

Feng Ruge turned his head and looked at Ling Xiao, with bright eyes and bright red lips. He was wearing a one-piece white short skirt, which seemed to be sewn with monster fur. On two jade legs, white silk was enchanting. There is no temptation.

At this time, Ling Xiao could see that her face was slightly pinkish, and even under her eyes, there seemed to be some flickering fluorescence.

I have to say that this oriental makeup technique is really peculiar and mysterious.

Although Feng Ruge's makeup is beautiful without makeup, the makeup looks in front of him is a bit more charming.

In her hand, she was holding a fine hair brush, dipped in some bright paint, and gently painted on Su Yan's face and lips.

"what is this?"

Ling Xiao pretended to be surprised, "Ruge today, it seems a little different."

"Hehe, son, I have developed some pigments, which are natural and harmless. They can be applied to the face and have unexpected surprises."

Feng Ruge laughed and turned to look at Su Yan, "Sister Su Yan, quickly stand up and let the son see if you are worthy of the son to teach you...tonight."