The atmosphere became a little dull.

The originally pleasant chirping and rustling of insects seemed to be a bit annoying.

Standing in front of the stone pillar in a daze, the young man holding the sword gently rubbed his eyebrows and remained silent.

Cha Jin picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then said: "Young Master has a sharp eye and knows things like a god. I deeply admire you. However, can you listen to the conditions of my promise before deciding whether to reject it?"

?”

Su Yi raised his hand and poured her a glass of wine, "Please."

A pun.

Drink first, then talk.

At this moment, the middle-aged man holding a sword on the side of the stone pillar finally reacted. He turned to look at Su Yi in the wicker chair and said coldly: "Miss never drinks."

Su Yi turned a deaf ear, or in other words, just ignored it.

Making women drink alcohol is indeed a disgraceful sight.

But for Su Yi, the arrival of Chajin not only ruined the scenery, but also brought trouble.

He never cared whether it was rude to let a troubled woman drink.

Cha Jin was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said softly: "Uncle Xiang, don't worry. Although I don't drink, it doesn't mean I can't drink. If I can touch Mr. Su's heart, then it's worth getting drunk tonight."

As he said this, he raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. His clean and beautiful face was immediately stained with a layer of blush, which was delicate and intoxicating.

She licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, as if savoring the taste, and then said with a smile: "Young master, at his current age, can kill a master with a sword. He must have great ambitions. In the future, he may become another Zhenyue King."

"But Young Master must know that the higher the realm, the rarer and more precious the cultivation resources required, and these high-level cultivation resources are almost all controlled by the top powerful forces in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

As soon as she said this, Su Yi poured her another glass of wine.

This time I didn't even say the word "please".

Cha Jin was startled for a moment, then he raised his glass and drank it up happily, saying: "If the young master is willing to serve the second prince, my body can be guaranteed, and the young master will not have to worry about his future cultivation. In addition, if the young master makes great achievements, he will be granted the title of marquis in the future.

It’s no problem to pay homage to the prime minister!”

Su Yi sighed softly: "Do you know how Zhou Zhili made a promise to me?"

"Appreciate further details."

Su Yi said casually: "He once promised that with the position of national master, he would pour wealth into the world and collect all the treasures in the world for my use."

Cha Jin's expression froze and he said in astonishment: "How is this possible? The current Imperial Master is Hong Canshang. His status is second only to the current Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty. How is it possible that his sixth prince can give up his position to him with just one word?

?”

The middle-aged man holding a sword not far away seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and snorted coldly: "Among the eight princes, the sixth prince is not favored by His Majesty. Secondly, he has never held any real power, and his status in the royal family is far inferior to that of the other princes."

"He talks nonsense and paints an unrealistic pie. Do you believe it? Or maybe you are just talking like a lion and plan to take the opportunity to extort benefits?"

The middle-aged man holding a sword seemed to know the situation of the royal family well, and he was quite dissatisfied with his words, thinking that Su Yi had ulterior motives for saying this.

Cha Jin also seemed to calm down and said softly: "Mr. Su, Uncle Xiang has an upright temper. Please don't mind it. However, as far as I know, the sixth prince's current situation in the royal family is indeed... a bit embarrassing."

Su Yi poured another glass of wine for Cha Jin and said, "It's only a matter of time. After drinking this glass of wine, you can leave."

Cha Jin's delicate brows wrinkled, and Su Yi's unshakable look made her feel unspeakable annoyance.

He took the initiative to come and expressed enough sincerity, but this guy didn't seem to give any face at all!

The atmosphere cooled down.

The middle-aged man holding the sword turned to look at Su Yi.

At that moment, his eyes were like a pair of sharp swords tearing through the night sky, the cold light was frightening, and it carried a terrifying coldness.

The air nearby seemed to be frozen, making people breathless.

This is the power of a martial arts master!

"Young man, it's a good thing to have high aspirations, but it's a bit ungrateful to set your sights high. Miss Cha Jin takes pity on your talent, so she takes the initiative to recruit you, but you seem to really regard yourself as a great person?

"

The middle-aged man holding the sword spoke coldly, his words loud and aggressive.

Su Yi's eyes became cold.

"They say you have the power to kill a master with a sword, but the old guy you killed on the boat at that time had already used the forbidden technique of self-destruction before you took action, and he was in a desperate situation."

The middle-aged man holding the sword had a cold look in his eyes, filled with disdain, "And at that time, you just got a big deal!"

Cha Jin's eyes rolled, he smiled and said to lighten the atmosphere, and said: "Uncle Xiang, Mr. Su killed the master with one sword, how can he be an ordinary person?"

"This is natural. I just warned him not to think too highly of himself."

The middle-aged man holding the sword looked indifferent.

"Do you know what happened at Qingding Campus yesterday?"

From the beginning to the end, Su Yi's expression was very calm, and he kept looking at the glass of wine poured for tea on the table.

"What happened at Qingding Campus?"

Cha Jin was startled and subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man holding the sword.

The middle-aged man holding the sword frowned and said: "It is said that Qin Wenyuan and his son were killed by an extremely mysterious and powerful figure. What do you mean by this?"

After Cha Jin was stunned for a moment, he blinked and joked: "Mr. Su, are you trying to tell us that the mysterious person who killed Qin Wenyuan and his son was you?"

"you guessed right."

Su Yi said, picking up the glass of wine on the table and spilling it on the ground, "I will give you one last chance. Disappear from my eyes now, otherwise..."

He stood up from the wicker chair, smiled slightly, and said, "I won't be able to leave tonight."

Although he was smiling, there was no emotion in that smile.

Cha Jin's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back and said angrily: "Master Su, this joke is not funny at all!"

Naturally, she would not believe that Su Yi was the mysterious person who killed Qin Wenyuan and his son.

The middle-aged man holding the sword couldn't help laughing, and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Then I might as well say it bluntly, if you don't agree today, you and everyone in this courtyard must die to prevent our identities from being leaked!"

"Yeah."

Su Yi's eyes were neither sad nor happy, "It seems that I, Su Yi, am really easy to talk to."

He took a step forward.

Cha Jin's pretty face changed slightly and said: "Master Su, why are you so stubborn?"

Clang!

A sword chant sounded. Uncle Xiang held the sword in the scabbard in front of him and pulled out a spiritual sword. It was like a purple lightning bolt coming out of the sheath, dazzling and dazzling.

The name of the sword is "Yingzi".

It was personally refined by Chai Yong, the great swordsman of Yujing City, and consumed eighty-one kinds of spiritual materials. It was listed as the 33rd on the "Famous Sword List" of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

With a sword in his hand, Uncle Xiang's aura suddenly changed, becoming majestic and indifferent, and his aura was like a surging water, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

"Submit yourself before this sword, or die, choose one."

Uncle Xiang spoke coldly.

Seeing this, Cha Jin left the pavilion without hesitation, but when she looked at Su Yi, she couldn't help but feel a touch of regret.

Why bother?

This is probably called being punished at the bar if you don’t eat the toast?

She sighed quietly in her heart.

"Draw your sword in front of me?"

There was a touch of disdain in Su Yi's eyes, "Listen carefully, within three moves, I will cut off your right wrist, force you to kneel down, and take your head!"

As he spoke, his deep eyes glowed with an intimidating cold luster.

And his right hand stretched out like a sword.

"act recklessly!"

Uncle Xiang's face darkened.

Clang!

The monstrous power that he had accumulated for a long time completely exploded with the sound of a concentrated sword chant.

Whoosh!

The Yingzi Sword set off a misty purple sword shadow, which suddenly stabbed out in the night sky.

The momentum is like thunder.

The sword energy was puffing out like a horse, just like purple lightning across the sky.

At that moment, Cha Jin's eyes stung, and he felt indescribable surprise in his heart.
To be continued...