"Brother Xin, you are too perverted!"

In the corridor, Xie Ling'er walked beside Zhang Xin and said happily: "Just holding that golden spirit powerhouse, just like that, the fighting spirit holy fetus will not work. He only has that little ability, but he actually dares to provoke Brother Xin."

Zhang Xin laughed secretly, but his expression was not obvious at all. He turned to Zhou Xiaoxue and Mo Ting and the others: "This girl looks pretty good, I don't know what you two are after they parted?"

"Xiaoxue is fine!"

Zhou Xiaoxue's face showed a blush, thinking that Brother Zhang was so arrogant in front of others, but he was still so gentle and kind in front of them.

"I feel like I've grown a lot these days."

"You can see!"

Zhang Xin nodded slightly: "It's almost a third-level spiritual master, and his cultivation level in the battle realm has not yet fallen. Ling'er is also very good. It seems that she has changed the Feng Fighting Technique?"

"Of course I listen to you! Master said that my talent in fighting skills is indeed far superior to spiritual skills."

Xie Ling'er said this, but she was a little depressed: "But I always feel that now, I'm getting further and further away from Brother Xin, and I'm afraid it's hard to help you in the future."

"This is the difference between genius and mortals! Don't mind it."

Zhang Xin laughed loudly and said shamelessly: "As for help, I don't rush for a moment, I look forward to the day when you become the pillar of heaven. Even if you can't do it, people like me still need a lot of subordinates."

"whispering sound!"

Xie Ling'er smiled disdainfully and said with some dissatisfaction: "Actually, I want to go to the hunting group or to hone my skills on the battlefield. Following you, it is safe to be safe, but I can't learn anything."

At this moment, she was determined in her heart that she would become a pillar of heaven no matter what. She didn't want to be a subordinate of Brother Xin.

"That may not be possible! You have a chance to go to the battlefield to hone your skills."

After Zhang Xin finished speaking with a smile, he looked at Mo Ting who had not spoken before: "Ting'er, do you have any worries?"

"No!"

Mo Ting understood Zhang Xin's gaze, asking her if she had ever regretted it? So she responded very firmly.

"I'll deal with some minor troubles myself."

Zhang Xin looked solemn: "Ting'er, you have always been very strong, but if you can't hold on, why not rely on someone else's shoulder to lean on it?"

Mo Ting's eyes flashed slightly, and she looked at Zhang Xin for a moment, then laughed again: "I understand, when there is really no way, Ting'er will never be polite."

The few people were talking, but a dry cough came from not far away. Zhang Xin looked at him and saw a purple-clothed divine master with extraordinary temperament, looking at this side.

He recognized this person as Zhang Dehuai, the former seventh town of Xuanyuan Palace, and one of his current "deli subordinates".

Although this person has been doing his best to protect him, he has never had a good face to him.

Most of the other people in the Seventh Town thought so, thinking that their transfer to his post was only temporary. In a few years, they would still return to Xuanyuan Hall.

In the eyes of this group of combat madmen, the battlefield is their destination.

Zhang Xin nodded at this person with a smile, while Xie Ling'er stuck out her tongue and pulled Zhou Xiaoxue and Mo Ting's two daughters away.

Although the three of them were asked to come here by Zhang Xin in the name of the same hunting group, their identity is temporarily part of this "town" directly under Zhang Xin, and they also have patrol tasks on a daily basis.

After the three girls left, Zi Yutian behind Zhang Xin said coldly: "What you did today is too impulsive. This competition could have been avoided. If it were your uncle Shangguan Xuanhao, there would definitely be a better way to resolve it."

When Zhang Xin heard this, he laughed: "That's because you don't understand my crazy sword! How can you retreat when you encounter such a provocation? Then again, why do you have to worry about Shangguan Xuanhao?"

Zi Yuntian avoided talking about "Shangguan Xuanhao" and still responded coldly: "But what the result is? Now you will only let more people kill you!"

"You want to say that the wood is fascinated by the forest, and the wind will destroy it?"

Zhang Xin's expression was even more disdainful: "Are you talking about yourself?"

Zi Yutian was too lazy to talk to Zhang Xin. She sent Zhang Xin silently to his room door, and turned around and left.

But Zhang Xin was shocked as soon as he pushed open the door.

"You are Zhu Liusi?"

I saw that in this spacious room that belonged to him, there was an extremely familiar girl kneeling beside a cauldron.

At first, Zhang Xin thought that this girl had bad intentions for her and was preparing to plot, but then he found out that the girl was dressed as a maid. In addition, her arms and calves also had metal armor.

It looks pretty good, but Zhang Xin knew that it was a tool that trapped Zhu Babayi's magical power.

When he saw Zhang Xin, Zhu Baba was also surprised.

"Zhang Xin?"

Then the girl picked up an iron stick next to her and smashed it at Zhang Xin: "You bastard!"

"presumptuous!"

Zhang Xin hummed softly, and flicked his sleeves slightly, and rolled the iron rod with spiritual energy. Then the spiritual pressure spread and suppressed every minute and every inch of the twenty-foot square radius, making Zhu Liusi completely unable to move.

Zhu Baba, who was in full swing, could not do anything to him, let alone the current state of suppression and blockade of spiritual energy?

"What's going on?"

Sikong Hao also flashed into the room, looked at the room and looked confused: "Zhu Baba, how could you be here?"

"How do I know?"

Zhu Babayi looked like he wanted to swallow Zhang Xinsheng: "I want to ask, why are you here?"

"Zhang Xin's senior nephew has been appointed as the Star Picking Envoy, and his status is equivalent to that of the chief disciples of the major upper courts. This is his room."

Sikong Hao shook his head and fired a sword talisman casually. In just a moment, a purple-clothed divine master who belonged to the Married Slave Hall arrived.

After this person arrived, he also looked puzzled: "Mr. Zhu was punished by the Criminal Law Hall for violating the rules of the sect. She was sent to my sergeant hall. She had to be a spiritual slave for five years before she could recover her freedom. Didn't the Star Picking Envoy tell your room that it needed to be filled with the three-type divine veins of the Wind and Thunder Gold? I told her."

Zhang Xin couldn't help but say "hey" when he heard this, thinking that this time the Criminal Law Hall would enforce the law impartially.

Although she had concealed Zhu Baba's intention to attack and injure people before, the punishment this time was still not light.

But Sikong Hao looked at Zhang Xin with a strange look. Until the latter noticed the abnormality and looked back, he laughed softly and said, "It seems that it is a misunderstanding, and Mr. Zhang is willing to take care of it."

When he walked to the door, Sikong Hao seemed a little worried and said, "It seems that the sect leader really attaches great importance to his nephew."

"value?"

Zhang Xin's face looked puzzled, and at first he was a little confused. However, Zhu Baba understood it before him. First, his pretty face turned pale, and then he suddenly pounced on him. He actually forced Zhang Xin's spiritual pressure and bit his arm.

Seeing this, Sikong Hao laughed silently and then left without looking back.

Just as he came to the door of his room, Sikong Hao's face changed slightly. He reached out and pushed it slightly, but the door was not locked. When he walked into the door, he saw a pretty young man in his purple robe in his twenties, looking at him with a smile.

"Shangguan Xuanhao?"

Sikong Hao's face became dark and his spiritual energy rushed to his heart. But the next moment, he returned to silence and gently closed the door behind him.

At the same time, in another bedroom not far from Sikong Hao and Zhang Xin, there was another young man in purple robe who was looking at a purple gold talisman sword coiled on the cloud bed in front of him, with a bright and gloomy face.
Chapter completed!