Behind him, Leng Daiyan's eyes stuck to Xi Zhao's body until he took Qi Yan away and disappeared into the crowd of people.

There was a ray of interest in the bottom of my eyes, Leng Dai's mouth smirked, and the whole person exuded the aura that was a must.

This time to stay away from the palace of the deep palace, it is to find someone who can make you feel reliable and can rely on.

Obviously, a solemn and indifferent person like Xi Zhao is in line with his own aesthetic. As for the other...

Leng Daiyan's gaze became ridiculous. Even if the face value of such a man or a woman is so high, what's so exciting about it?

Make up her mind, she will stay in Bianguancheng. Thank you for your time, and take a good look at the holy man who is cold.

Qi Yan followed Xi Zhao's unhurried pace, sulking behind.

"You look like I bullied you." Xi Zhao didn't look back, but named his stinky face.

Qi Yan speeded up her steps and stepped up with Xi Zhao: "That woman's speech is too sharp, and I'm not allowed to be angry?"

"It's unreasonable to make trouble." Xi Zhao's voice was soft, but he didn't say anything to Leng Daiyan.

Qi Yan sighed and looked down: "It's just a bit of practice."

"Why do you guys want to learn the magic technique?" Xi Zhao understands a little bit, why in the past battles, can't see the magical Suzaku's law... because the magic technique is really not very useful on the battlefield.

Qi Yan sighed: "What do you think of me? If it were not for the five of us, there would be no turn for me to learn this magic technique."

When he was young, Xuesha and Sihu law were the same. Choose a martial arts secret technique and teach it by the old master. Although he was young at the time, he could see how many people were by looking at the bones. Qi Yan was too weak when he was young, and the braided pigtails were no different from the girl. The old leader took the opportunity to teach Qi Yan the magic technique that few others were unwilling to learn.

... Qi Yan now feels that the few people are unwilling to care about their arrogant self, probably because they have a lot of guilt for not being able to stop when they were young. After all, they chose the remaining secret techniques to teach them. Qi Yan.

Qi Yan sighed leisurely at the thought of trouble.

"Let me say that there is no big holiday between the martial arts alliance and the demon religion, is it?"

Xi Zhaoang walked with his head high, as if he didn't listen to Qi Yan's words.

Qi Yan did not give up. He continued: "If you return me to the Demon Church, don't the Demon Church owe you a favor. You have to think about it. For you, this is a beneficial and harmless thing. "

"Either use money for redemption. Or the demon relies on strength to be strong." Xi Zhaoliang's voice passed into Qi Yan's ear.

Qi Yan shrank and moved her gaze to another direction, but she was thinking that Qinglong would definitely make up 3 million to redeem herself!

In the demon sect, a group of people knelt behind Xuanwu and followed Xuanwu to return to Wulinmeng for one stop.

"Teacher! That Xizhao is so deceiving! Actually asked us to take out three million two to redeem the Suzaku!" Xuanwu sighed fiercely: "Where is the Suzaku worth three million two silver? I think 300,000 two many!"

Bai Hu coughed aside, reminding: "Xuanwu, Xiaoyan is your brother."

Xuanwu sighed: "I knew it myself, but it was a matter of opinion, and he also..." was too enchanting.

"Okay, okay." Xuesha squeezed her eyebrows, showing a sad expression: "Qinglong, can the Demon Church have room to move out three million two silver?"

Qinglong shook his head calmly: "I'm afraid it won't be done this month."

Xuesha sighed, and thought for a while, the voice seemed to have an unsolvable melancholy: "Then... will it be next month?"

Qinglong nodded calmly again: "Next month should be enough."

Xuesha took the opportunity to make a decisive decision, and decided: "Then redeem Suzaku Islam next month!"

...If Qi Yan knew that his redemption period had been pushed back like this, he might spur blood and faint.

What about the demon family who loved each other?

For another three days, Qi Yan stayed in the Wulin League and followed behind Xi Zhao all day long, devotedly doing followers.

But it was good to follow Xi Zhao, at least no one dared to provoke him; and where Xi Zhao was, the food was definitely indispensable. This made Qi Yan look brighter when he saw Xi Zhao.

On the day after three days, Wulinmeng welcomed a special guest.

Leng Daiyan was sitting in the main hall of the martial arts welcoming guests, sitting in a mahogany carved chair, drinking tea, sipping a cold cake, and waiting for Xi Zhao to meet her.

After some inquiries, she found that the man he identified turned out to be a martial arts leader! This surprised her and made her more proud.

Worthy of being the man he liked, it was not easy.

Compared with the emperor, the lord, and the young master of the imperial capital, it is true that the stable men in the rivers and lakes are suitable for themselves.

Leng Daiyan, who was thinking in this way, never thought about other people's thoughts, even after she dialed them one by one, she still made a ‘clear between you and me’.

When Kia followed Xi Zhao and went to the main hall, she saw Leng Daiyan, still dressed as a man, at first glance.

"Oh? Isn't that the rude girl!" Qi Yan glared and turned to Xi Zhao: "What are you doing here? I don't welcome you!"

When Leng Daiyan saw Qi Yan, her expression was full of disgust: "Why are you here?"

-I am a prisoner!

Qi Yan almost blurted out this sentence, holding back stiffly, saying hardly: "I am the most honored guest of the Wulin League!"

Seeing him in a somewhat embarrassed manner, Leng Daixie's heart was like a mirror, and he snorted: "The magician's protector is actually a guest of the Wulin League?"

Qi Yan looked stiff: "It has nothing to do with you!"

"It really has nothing to do with me." Leng Daiyan laughed ironically: "Just saw some shameless, just look at it as a joke."

"you--!"

Qi Yan took a step forward, but was stopped by Xi Zhao the next second.

"Don't make trouble." Xi Zhao glanced at Qi Yan, his expression unpredictable: "Stand behind me."

After finishing speaking, blocking Qi Yan behind him, looking directly at Leng Daiyan: "I don't know what advice the girl came to my martial arts league?"

Leng Daixie smiled: "If you know that I am a woman, then I won't turn around... How about you and I making a deal?"

Xi Zhao looked directly at her eyes for a long while, and then whispered sideways: "Come here, give away guests."

Leng Daixie's face didn't change color: "This is worthy of being an lord, you don't want to know what you can get from me?"

Hearing this, Xi Zhao paused slightly. Feeling the same as him, Qi Yan silently pulled his cuff from behind.

He looked back at him calmly, and Xi Zhao stared at Leng Daiyan, saying one word after another: "No, because I don't lack anything."