The leader of the Golden Armor, playing drums in his heart, showed his cowardice.

Standing in front of him, it was not a cat or a dog, but Xia Qingchen, the mythical legend that slaughtered millions of masters!

His hand holding the steel knife couldn't help but tremble lightly, but the command of Nineth Son lingered in his head and stubbornly shouted, "Stop! Even if you were a **** of war, but now you are a murderer, you must be bound! "

Xia Qingchen was too lazy to explain to him whether Yu Tingtong was dead or injured.

He took a big stride, raising his palm was a blow.

The latter gritted his teeth, forbearing the fear in his heart, and dared to cut it up: "Rejection, cut off!"

Sonorous--

However, with his cultivation practice and the nirvana in his hand, how could Xia Qingchen be hurt a bit?

But listening to the sound of a metal collision, the other party's steel knife was chopped in Xia Qingchen's palm, and even a trace of blood had never been cut.

Instead, Xia Qingchen held his fingers with five fingers and actually pinched the steel knife of the second-order half nirvana into an iron mass!

At the same time, the palm of the hand slid forward, and the leader of the Golden Armor rushed through the torrential flood. Nizhe's steel knife smashed to his body, smashing it ten feet away, and finally hit a huge elephant-like bird.

His mouth is full of blood, and there is a long dent in his chest, which is due to the broken bones on his chest.

He is the leader of the Golden Armor Guardian, and he is a cultivator who can't say that there are big stars and eight consciousnesses.

The gold-clad soldiers on both sides receded madly on their sides.

This...is this the true strength of God of War?

terrible!

Xia Qingchen walked past them with a hand in hand, more than a thousand soldiers dared not breathe, kept going back, and no one dared to fight!

He walked in front of the leader of the Golden Armor and stepped on his chest. He, who had been seriously injured, once again spurted a big blood on his back, his eyes burst into pain.

Xia Qingchen looked down at him and said indifferently: "I am not bound, how about?"

Thousands of soldiers, or the private guards of Jiu Zizi, want to restrain him?

The eldest son of Jiu Zizi, did not have this ability!

"Tell Jiu Shizi! For the sake of his being a son of the world, leave him a face, and within a hour, send me flowers and tears to me, and today it is not a blame! If not, I, Xia Qingchen, come in person Mansion!!!"

When Xia Qingchen comes in person, it's more than just asking someone!

Now he obediently sent the people over, and maybe he could still save his face, but by that time, Xia Qingchen would not give him a little face!

With a toe kick, the leader of the Golden Armor was kicked into the air, and then thrown into the Golden Armor Guards. He turned his back to the Thousand Armies, and said in a deep voice: "My words, I will tell them intact, don't miss a word!"

After that, the negative hand stood on the spot and waited silently.

After an hour, either Hua Wen tears appeared in front of him, or he appeared in front of Hua Wen tears!

More than a thousand gold armoured retreats, leaving the pedestrians in shock.

"It's a **** of war, so dare to treat Jiu Shizi's guard like this!"

"It should be said that Jiu Zizi is too swelled and too unpredictable! He is considered something, and he is also qualified to make trouble for Master Xia indiscriminately!"

"That's right! Lord Xia fought in all directions, and when I was brought to the forefront of the cold, he was still fooling around in the pile of women!"

"Hey! Our cold environment is too dark, and even a dude can arbitrarily attack the heroes of the frontier state!"

"If Xia Zhan were born in Zhongyun Realm, wouldn't that be the case?"

...

The Nineth Mansion.

The east living room, a young man of about 20 years old, has no color, but he should have been leaning on the soft cushion old-fashioned.

On the left and right sides, there are beautiful, warm and watery maids, rubbing their shoulders.

He is the hottest Jiu Zizi recently.

Once swayed like him, he finally showed his potential and became a mortal son, crushing several siblings.

On both sides of the living room, a few VIPs were sitting.

Three of them are the representatives of Feng Wang Palace, Wen Palace and Beast Palace, and the last one is the tears of the heart.

"Nine sons, you are reckless." The representative of Feng Wang Palace is the confidant of the palace master. He frowned and was dissatisfied.

Just now, Jiu Zizi called them over and said it was a matter of discussion.

After the results came, I learned that Jiu Zizi made his own claims and ordered his thousand-man guard to go and arrest Xia Qingchen.

The three representatives were very worried and dissatisfied.

The representative of the Palace of Literature is a woman who meticulously said: "Let's not say that Xia Qingchen killed Yu Tingtong, only the words of Hua Wenchen can't be used as evidence."

"Even if he really killed, Xia Qingchen is also a member of the military palace, and should be executed by the military palace's supervision agency. Outsiders can't make the decision without permission! Jiu Zizi, you send your own private guards, it doesn't matter."

Even the representative of the Beast Palace shook his head: "This matter is indeed not handled properly."

Jiu Shizi does not have one official and one half of the job, but is only a son of a world. What power does he have to deal with a murder case, not to mention Xia Qingchen, who has made great contributions?

Is this not to provoke Xia Qingchen, but also to the world's population?

The seemingly sick Jiu Zizi smiled and waved his hand: "You guys, don't worry, is this Shizi so insignificant?"

His eyes were deep and deep: "Where are the shrimp, soldiers and crabs I sent to hold Xia Qingchen?"

"Then you..." The representative of Wen Palace frowned.

Jiu Zizi smiled deeply: "I, give Xia Qingchen a dismounted horse! We need to let him know that there are people in this Liangzhou city that he can't afford, so as to prevent him from seeing no one and interfere with my royal hunting. "

It turned out that he had never thought of it, and the guards who could rely on a nearby mansion would arrest Xia Qingchen.

The intention was to give Xia Qingchen a little warning.

"No need!" Shen Wang, the representative of Feng Wang Palace, said: "You and Xia Qingchen have no hatred. There is no need to provoke him. Why bother making enemies for yourself?"

For no reason, what's the point of giving Xia Qingchen a dismounted horse?

Nine-year-old son calmly contained a grape sent by a maid, and said: "Yeah, my eyes are too short! My father Wang has some opinions on Xia Qingchen. At this critical moment when heirs are chosen, I will target him. To follow my father’s wishes."

"If like my elder sister, and Xia Qingchen walked very close, don't want to inherit the throne in this life."

After hearing the words, all the people suddenly realized.

The seemingly careless Nineth Son, his thoughts were so profound.

On behalf of Meiyu, Feng Wanggong stretched out and looked at Jiu Zizi with a trace of fear. This Jiu Zizi's imagination was deeper than that of his original Niu Zi, but it was several times deeper!

The second son is just indifferent, but the nine son is so wise!

"However, is this really okay?" The representative of Wen Palace was still not at ease: "As far as I know, Xia Qingchen is not a good cause."

(Updated at 9pm)