They are all proud, even if they are not familiar with each other, but they still know each other's existence.

Soon, the people of the mountains came together with the rest of the sky.

“The Holy Spirit, the sword!”

A moment later, someone greeted Qin Jiu Song, and the two laughed and went to the top of a group of young people, who gathered around and talked happily.

“I have seen you guys!”

The two of them smiled and nodded to the people: “What are you talking about?”

“Hey hey!”The shadow of Huangquan's holy sect smiled, and the smile was a little teasing, "In talking about the Son's repulsive Xie Xuan!"

Such a "son" does not mean, of course, the song of Qin Jiu, but the son of Huangquan.

“Oh?”Qin Jiu Song moved in his heart, also smiled, looking at a face that did not care about the appearance of the Yellow Spring Son, "I have heard about this matter, the Supreme Trial in the past, Huangquan Dao brother can be described as strong my East Wilderness!" 」

“Oh, hey!”The Son of Heaven also smiled, not without sarcasm, "Yellow Spring Son this time, but the evangelistic tuyere!"

Huangquan son's skin is white, faintly smiling, do not care: "Strong my East Desert voice can not talk about, in the beginning of the holy place, the sword son brother once defeated that Xie Xuan!" 」

Hearing the words, everyone laughed: "It is said that Xie Xuan is also unfavorable, far away from the East Desert, first defeated by the sword master and brother in public, and then by the Huangquan son hard lesson, this can be described as the East Desert famous!"

Xie Xuan's son arrogant, originally in the holy place of the first day, in addition to the words of Qin Jiu Song and the sword, for the whole East Desert of the young supremacy, can also be described as not in the eye.

Now, the latter has eaten such a great loss, for all people, it is comfortable in their hearts!

“Oh!”

The son of Huangquan smiled, and that evilness once again poured into the white face: "I did not want to compare with it, how can I be mad in front of me!"

He shook his head, not caring.

Although Xie Xuan was strong, he was also in the Supreme Youth, but as the son of the Holy Land, he did not care at all.

As long as you don’t kill each other, you are not afraid.

Seeing the appearance of the son of Huangquan, Qin Jiu Song smiled on the surface, but in his heart, there was a strange meaning rising from himself: "I don't know, if I knew the news of Xie Xuan's death, how would the Yellow Spring Son react?"

At this time, people are drinking for a while.

Like these people, they stand at the peak of the gate on weekdays, even if it is the sky, it is not in their eyes, it can be said that it is too cold to be high, and there is no one who speaks.

Now people are gathered together, in front of a group of people at the same level, but in a good mood.

The wine is over three rounds, and the atmosphere is hot.

Suddenly, a disciple dressed in the robe of the Yellow Spring Holy Spirit came hurried to the side of the Yellow Spring Son and invited him out.

For a moment, the son of Huangquan returned, and the smile hanging on his face was allotment at this moment, and instead, it was a gloomy one.

The gods were slightly surprised, so with the nature of the son of the Yellow Spring, so that even they were seen for the first time, and the current Tao Dao's sight was suddenly concentrated on the Son of Huangquan.

Only Qin Jiu Song, the heart is slightly moved, and the pupil shows a touch of playful color, but it is hidden deep and is not felt by people.

“Thanks is dead!”

The son of Huangquan whispered, the look is ugly, and the eyes pass from the people in the field!

The moment I learned this news, with the seven tips of the Son of Huangquan, I felt something for an instant: this matter, perhaps someone has a heart to frame!

And the most likely, no more than the people in the field!

Of course, this is just a guess, not true.

“What?”

Hearing this, everyone in the field is up.

You know, Xie Xuan is also the young supreme of Zhongzhou, behind the standing silent old man this giant figure.

Now, he died in the East, there is no doubt that this matter broke!

Although there have been successive teenage supremefalls in the East Desert, it is still difficult to erase the seriousness of its situation.

For a moment, people looked at the eyes of the son of Huangquan, and they all had a sense of play and were quite schadenfreude.

With their minds, it is natural to understand that Xie Xuan's death is unlikely to be related to the son of Huangquan, after all, Xie Xuan and Huangquan son have no revenge of life and death, even if the son of Huangquan is evil again, it is impossible to risk such a big thing and violate it!

However, Xie Xuan's head was seriously injured under the sons of Huangquan, that was dead in the East Desert, under Guadalcanal, even if it was not the work of the Son of Huangquan, but the latter could not easily wash away the relationship!

“Oh, hey!”

The son of heaven smiled, his character is the most powerful overbearing, and the Huangquan son is also quite wrong, at this moment suddenly gloating up, shouting: "Deserved for Huangquan!Although I have always been tired of you, I have to say this thing with an admirable!”

“Come on, I’ll give you a drink!”

He said, smiling, raising his glass, and motioning to the Son of Huangquan.

“Shut up!”

The yellow spring son looked cold and drank in a deep voice.

The Son of God did not care, hey, smiled, and drank the wine in the cup.

It is hard to see the Holy Spirit eating so dumb and refreshing in their hearts.

“I didn’t kill Xie Xuan!”The Son of Huangquan said lightly, and only said this, not more explanation.

In this matter, the hearts of those present are like a mirror, he does not need to say more, it is not helpful to say more.

Everyone nodded, did not stimulate him, after all, not everyone seems to be like the son of heaven, style is public, do not care who offends.

Of course, if you can step on the death of the Yellow Spring, no one will hesitate.

“Brother Huangquan!”

Qin Jiuge's eyebrows were wrinkled, and if he thought, "Your front foot will be severely damaged by Xie Xuan, and the back foot is dead, among which a lot of staggered, have to be guarded!"

Hearing this talk of Qin Jiu Song, Huangquan's son's heart inexplicably raised a strange feeling, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of anything.

Half-way, he looked heavy and irritated: "Well, I know."

“That’s okay.”

Qin Jiu Song whispered softly, no longer said more, but deep down, it was a laugh.

Hearing this talk of Qin Jiu Song, the rest of the people were also symbolic to comfort the son of Huangquan.

Only the sword, which seemed to think of something, looked at Qin Jiu Song implicitly, and immediately looked away, and did not attract the attention of others.

“Gentlemen, I still have something to do, and I have lost it first!”

A moment later, the Son of Huangquan arched his hands on the people and whispered.

That way, no longer the evil smile of the day, but a irritated heart, waved his hand and hurried away.

Out of this, if in the East Desert, Huangquan Son is not afraid, after all, the original Qin Jiu song killed the banishment, in the face of the original holy land are not afraid, and finally can not stop, not to mention the loneliness of the elderly?

But you know, this time he is going to Central Africa, so he has to make arrangements early!

Looking at the shadow of the son of Huangquan leaving, the son of heaven smiled and was in a comfortable mood.

The rest of them, more or less on their faces, were also smiling and raising a glass of drink.