Chapter 310 Triumph! One man’s Northern Expedition!
Inside the golden carriage.
Sikong Xuanji felt Chen Zhixing's condescending gaze, and a trace of cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.
Inexplicably, a fear that he had never felt before arose in his heart for the first time.
Swish swish——!
In an instant, countless eyes looked at the golden carriage that made no sound.
"Hahaha, old thief Sikong should be sweating profusely now, right?"
The two Nether elders looked at each other and could see the teasing smile in each other's eyes.
The rest of the people were equally interested.
Li Changsheng asked Chen Zhixing for a fight, and Chen Zhixing accepted.
So now, it's Chen Zhixing's turn to challenge the head of the Sikong family to a fight in front of everyone.
Under this youthful face, there was no trace of flushing caused by excitement and anger.
"You go!"
Shaking her head, Xu Qingqing didn't bother to think any more, and instead took a step towards Fubo City.
There are many eyes on him.
At that moment, in Fubo City, a breathless voice came from behind a long line of railings.
Chen Zhixing did not look back, but smiled lightly and said:
Countless people had expressions of astonishment on their faces, and none of them dared to doubt that the head of the dignified Changsheng family actually dared to say a single word and ran away directly?
"It's really him..."
At low altitude.
Stop this.
Sui Yuming just walked closer step by step, and stood at the front behind Sui Yuming, Mu Jianping and their group.
Xu Qingqing frowned slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he also remembered who the so-called Sikong was.
Xu Qingqing turned her head to look at the old woman in white, shook her head and said with a smile:
Chen Daoyan's eyes widened, and he didn't dare to reconcile.
Xu Qingqing paused in her steps, raised her eyebrows and looked back.
Mu Jianping also opened his mouth slightly, with a look of shock in his beautiful eyes.
Sui Yuming's relaxed voice didn't even tremble.
The old woman in white, who had lost all her family property, also quickly cheered up and forced a flattering smile on her face.
Xu Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly, then turned around and walked towards the men step by step.
A raging anger rose from his eyes.
"Eighth Young Master."
High in the sky.
The old woman in white clothes on the side quickly said with a smile.
Led by the Seven Elders of Netherworld, all the Chen family elders and ANBU members all spoke at the same time, with deep awe in their eyes.
"Are you... afraid?"
The ancestor of the Chen family was silent when he heard this. He tried to persuade him, but he just thought for a moment and said, "What if he goes here and comes back?"
Xu Qingqing looked at the golden carriage going away and curled her lips.
Chen Daoyan turned around and glanced at Sikong excitedly.
"That kid Zhixing always disappoints people." The top ancestor of the Chen family, sitting cross-legged in front of him, also smiled slightly.
"Are you going home?"
...
Xu Qingqing raised her head and glanced in the direction of Yanzhou and nodded: "Well, let's go home."
Everyone turned around and started to leave.
My eyes were focused on Chen Daoyan's face, and I smiled slightly and said:
"Does this junior know you?"
The majestic Ziwei Chen family's legitimate son, the future head of the Chen family, the oldest being in the Nirvana realm in all eternity, a truly special person like a real dragon in the world, actually knows his own disciple?!
"Eight...Eight Young Master is coming towards you?"
Sikong Xuanji sat on a big chair, grabbed the armrest of the chair with his right hand, and immediately squeezed it tightly. The veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and the veins on his forehead were also prominent and twisted.
"He...must be careful."
"...Escaped directly?"
"Did you hear it? This is the trumpet sound of victory."
Just one step.
Youlao asked.
Xu Qingqing fell behind the Seven Elders of Netherworld and others.
As soon as Chen Zhixing said this.
Chen Daoyan's pupils suddenly became smaller and his eyes became dull again.
Chen Zhixing looked towards the distant east with a smile on his face.
"Eight...Eighth Young Master, you...are you here to see Mr. Sikong?"
It's strange that you later thought that the eighth young master's voice was so harmonious.
In the forbidden area of Qianshan, a coffin floats vertically in a cave.
Among the eight people, only Sui Yuming was still confused and messy in the wind.
"Eight Young Master!"
Behind this railing.
He suppressed the impulse in his heart, raised his head deeply and glanced at Sui Yuxuanji, and then squeezed out eight words from between his teeth:
"It's gone and it's gone forever."
"There really is no such thing as him."
"Ah...ahem, it should be, it should be..." Sui Yu laughed dryly.
"After all, I am at the pinnacle."
"Is Senior Sikong deaf or mute? Why don't you dare to say anything?"
A look of ecstasy emerges from your eyes.
Inside the golden carriage.
"Eighth Young Master, what's wrong?" Mr. You asked doubtfully.
Chen Zhixing stood up in a hurry, and a power far beyond the realm of Nirvana surged forward like a tidal wave, and the waves crashed onto the shore!
Chen Zhixing, with his white hair disheveled and his burly lower body naked, hurriedly opened his eyes.
Mu Jianping on the side glanced at Sikong. You, who have always been quick-thinking, can't see it. I'm afraid that the so-called Mr. Tang is clearly using a tiger skin as a flag to get close to you under the guise of knowing Xu Qingqing.
Seven people.
Immediately.
The ancestor of the Chen family took a deep look at Chen Zhixing: "Remember, you can only suppress the curse for him for eight months."
The old woman in white froze as if struck by lightning, and looked at Xu Qingqing with a dull look on her face.
"have what."
Chen Zhixing looked down at the golden carriage that made no sound, and the look of contempt on his face became even worse.
at the same time.
"Eight...Eighth Young Master, do you know your disciple?"
In front of everyone's eyes, the golden carriage pulled by four real dragons soared into the sky, swayed upwards, and disappeared into the heaven and earth.
"It's you?"
Tang Long Xuanji, that old guy, is quite weak in combat power, but he really doesn't have the skills to swallow his anger.
"He...you are..."
Chen Zhixing's black hair was gently brushed, and his clear voice spread throughout Fubo City.
"Well, Zhi'er hasn't stepped into Nirvana yet. Even Li Changsheng, who was at the fourth level of Nirvana, was killed by me in four days. I'm afraid I'm not too weak to you in terms of strength. He's strong enough to shoulder the heavy burden on his own.
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"Is...is it possible?"
"I'm really here to find you!"
As soon as this was said.
"There's nothing else, you should do it."
Will he... take it?
next moment.
"Senior Brother Tang, the Eighth Young Master must have recognized him! He came to say hello to him!"
Ziwei Chen Family.
Xu Qingqing smiled and walked closer step by step.
Even if the Eighth Young Master had only met his disciple once, that relationship was enough to protect the entire Nanping Sword Sect from wandering around in Nanzhou!
In an instant, the old woman in white took in a breath of hot air, her knees softened, and she almost fell to her knees.
Immediately.
Immediately.
I looked at Sui Yuming, my smile quickly faded, and I said seriously: "Has he seriously decided to go back alone this time?"
Xu Qingqing's face under the passenger ship that day gradually emerges in your mind.
Even though Mu Jianping, who usually showed off his heat, his heartbeat was also accelerating.
"Junior, you have said that judging people by their appearance is a bad habit. Look at it. Did he make a mistake again that time?"
I saw a man with bright eyes, white teeth and a pretty face squeezing out of the crowd and looking at Xu Qingqing.
last moment.
...
"Sikong? We know each other."
"You came to see him."
Chen Daoyan looked at Xu Qingqing, who was so close, as if he had stepped out of a painting, his cerebellum went blank, and his mouth opened blankly.
As soon as this was said.
Sikong on the side opened his mouth, then...that must be just a coincidence, right?
An elder of Zhenwu placed a white cloak embroidered with crape myrtle flower totem heavily on my body, covering up my bloody clothes.
If that Eighth Young Master could freely flow out a few melons and dates from his fingers, it would be of great benefit to the entire Nanping Sword Sect.