Xia Ji's concerned gaze warmed Meng Po from the bottom of her heart. She felt that she had never been so close to her husband. Although she was silent and without any sweet words, her heart was suddenly satisfied. No matter how many people around her were unable to catch her eyes. She only felt that there was only the boy in front of her in this world.

She smiled.

Smiling sweetly.

It's sweet without any falsehood of admixture.

"Sir...I'm fine."

However, Xia Ji was a swordsman who loved his wife at this time, so he stubbornly squatted in front of Meng Po and gently rubbed her calves.

far away...

Yang Yan lowered his head and walked down quickly, trying to retrieve the sword, but when he saw that the sword was in the direction, it was his junior brother.

And that junior brother was intimate with the woman.

Yang Yan was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he said coldly: "Junior brother, you only have this ability!"

Xia Ji didn't care.

He was not ready to take action or say anything.

But Meng Po directly sang: "Say sorry."

Yang Yan smiled and said, "No, I don't care about your apology yet, hum!"

He was slapped in the face and wanted to find someone to step on it, as if he was comfortable.

Meng Po said coldly: "I'll tell you to say sorry!!"

Yang Yan: "What??"

This eldest disciple of Kunlun Sword Immortal, the son of the Yang family couldn't help laughing, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

Xia Ji suddenly closed his eyes.

Meng Po started arguing with the little sword.

Xia Ji closed his eyes not because he didn't want to care about the matter here, but because his distraction received extremely important new information:

On the tenth day, Fusang told the horse face that the person in charge of the Holy Society in Kunlun Ruins was named "The Queen Mother of the West". Now the "The Queen Mother of the West" is refining the Sun Qi in the Sun Radiant Bottle, so he cannot respond. The horse face needs to deal with many possible demons alone.

Then there are a lot of scattered information...

Xia Ji didn't care about other information.

Only the five words "Sun shines on the bottle" are deafening.

He still remembered that the yin and yang Qi were very likely to awaken Tushan Ningning. This was something he was determined to win. Unexpectedly, "If you are willing to plant flowers but not bloom, if you are unwilling to plant willows and willows to form shade", he was unable to find it hard, but now he suddenly realized it easily.

He began to think about it in his mind.

So...

There are three things that Kunlun Ruins need to be executed.

The first piece is the transport container and the horse face further penetrates into the immortal.

The second thing is to control Kunlun Ruins to deal with the arrival of the emperor's son more than ten years later.

The third item is this treasure "Sun Glowing Bottle".

In a moment...

He found that he could not accomplish these three things on his own because her style of action was too unique and could easily be recognized. As the Jiufeng Holy Society, the people who went to Fusang on the 10th day of Fusang must always be under the focus light and it is inconvenient to move.

Then, I need to go there once, and then the main soul and the soul split will cooperate to complete these three things.

If you want to go, you have to enter the "Kunlun Dao Sect's Transport Personnel List", then... you can't be so weak.

In an instant, more than ten thoughts flashed through Xia Ji's mind. He analyzed the matter clearly like a ox-cutting a cow, and changed his original idea of ​​not planning to take action.

Yang Yan and Meng Po are still arguing.

Meng Po wanted to explode directly and kill everyone she saw, but she knew that this would ruin her husband's big event, so...

"I want you to apologize on your knees!"

"shrew!"

"I want you to kowtow!!"

"Forget it, it's embarrassing." Yang Yan suddenly felt a little superior. He said lightly with a teacher's attitude, "Junior brother, I'm not talking about you. We are all working hard to defend the world's number one Taoist sect. Look at you? It's really unlucky to be married to an ignorant shrew... No wonder I lost today, it's unlucky!"

He turned around and hugged Li Dian, the Beichen Daozong who was watching here on the platform, and clasped his fists, "Do you still dare to fight in three days? I will defeat you!"

After saying that, without waiting for a reply, Yang Yan grabbed the sword, laughed twice and prepared to leave.

Meng Po was so angry that she was about to do something when suddenly the boy who had been rubbing her legs twisted his neck and stood up. The sword in her hand came up.

The sword was so fast that it was directly placed on Yang Yan's neck from behind.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

He was stunned for a moment, then there was an uproar.

Damn it.

So exciting?

The same family is tragic?

Or for a woman?

This woman looks like a village girl?

Is this the Kunlun Dao Sect?

Li Dian was also happy.

Meng Po felt comfortable. She understood Xia Ji's temper. Xia Ji's actions meant that he recognized his behavior, otherwise he would be very depressed...

Meng Po said: "Apology!!"

Yang Yan was very proud of his face, but today he was embarrassed one after another, and his face turned red. He could no longer bear it, and his chest was fluctuating. Suddenly, he turned around and drew his sword. Regardless of his fellow disciples, he slashed the stars outside the sky towards the boy behind him with a sword.

Extremely powerful.

With this secret, the two winds separated from each other, and the shaking soil, sand and gravel disappeared half a foot!

Xia Ji just turned his palm, no moves or postures, and the tip of the sword was still pressed against his eyebrows. If he slashed the sword, the eyebrows would stab at the sword and be pierced through his head.

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, and braved the pressure of reversing the moves backwards, and hurriedly changed his moves halfway.

He has practiced the Baiyun Sword Technique of Kunlun Dao Sect to the tenth level, and this sword technique is very exquisite and is best for close combat. In the past, my junior brother was no match for him at all, but today he took the initiative to take action, so that's fine...

Thinking of it, he even took a jade girl's shuttle, and his figure also came out with the sword.

With the toe, the true energy burst out, which increased his speed and strength at once.

Xia Ji didn't even look at him, and his palm moved slightly again, just like magic...

The tip of the sword hit Yang Yan's neck again.

Yang Yan was a little lost in an instant, so he retreated and changed his moves.

But every time, it seemed as if he was going to hit the young man's sword...

Finally, he was sweating in cold sweat, and his confidence was completely shattered by the sword and hand.

The magic sword that looked like a demon sword, a demon sword that devoured human souls, was now just being grabbed by that hand, and then it was restrained.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Yang Yan screamed in fear, turned around and ran away.

Meng Po shouted from behind: "Apologize quickly!"

She stood on tiptoe, put her hands on her lips, and shouted like a trumpet: "Apologize!"

The underground dark queen was like a happy and satisfied little girl, jumping and shouting... If the underworld people saw her, they would probably vomit blood.

Someone in the crowd recognized Xia Ji.

"This is not the second disciple of the Sword Immortal, the little sword emperor Bai Qi."

"It seems that it has disappeared for a short time."

"It's him. I saw him take action two years ago, and his skills seemed to have improved a little. However, this internal strife among his own family is indeed a joke."

On the stage.

Li Dian was actually watching. The young man's swords seemed ordinary, neither happy nor bizarre. He didn't even understand why Yang Yan could not resist it.

While thinking...

Xia Ji slowly pointed his sword at him.

Although Meng Po didn't understand why her husband changed his mind and suddenly wanted to take action, she still shouted intimately: "You just picked and hit me with that sword. My legs still hurt. You have to apologize too!"

Li Dian:???

But Xia Ji's sword pointed at him. Although he could not speak, his movements and postures were fully in line with his wife.

The wife means his.
To be continued...