Soul Emperor Martial God

When Dongfang Zhi said the phrase, ‘I didn’t see that Eight Temple Tianjiao’.

And the sentence of Xue Bai Heyou, "I'm just a guilty thief."

The faces and gazes of everyone present suddenly became inexplicably jokes and a little expectant.

What would it be like if Xiao Yi, the Eight Palace Heavenly Pride, who had made the limelight a year and a half ago, could hardly conceal his light even now, if he were forcibly blasted out of Dongfang's house under such circumstances?

What kind of expression would such an arrogant and outstanding evildoer show when he was swept out of the house like ‘trash’?

This is the Dongfang family, where the strong are gathered, Xiao Yi still dare to resist or is it chaotic?

But now the second lady of the Dongfang family said this in person, and even Xuebai Heyou, who often walks outside the Central Territory, denied Xiao Yi's identity.

This alone was enough for the warriors of the Dongfang family to have a reason to blast Xiao Yi out.

Even if this is not true, is it possible that afterwards, there will still be people who will care about the second lady Dongfang Zhi? After all, it was just a blast out under the ‘misunderstanding’, and there was no heavy hand against Xiao Yi, the Eighth Heavenly Pride.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone, Leng Ao was blasted away like Xiao Yi in such a ‘shame’ way, so he still has the face to come back to care about it?

Everyone unconsciously produced a touch of expectation and joking.

In the seat on the right, the man with a sharp eyebrow tilted his head and asked in doubt, "Isn't this the little thief Xiao Yi? How can Dongfang Zhi and He You fools open their eyes and talk nonsense?"

It was Murong Lingyun who spoke.

Where there is Murong Lingyun, there must be Su Cheng.

Su Cheng glanced at Murong Lingyun, "You know what a fart, shut up."

All Tianjiao's enchanting eyes still focused on Xiao Yi.

When several oriental martial artists appeared out of thin air and immediately surrounded Xiao Yi, the joking color in everyone's eyes reached the extreme in an instant.

However, what everyone expected to come was the two words ‘killed’ that Xiao Yi spit out coldly.

Before everyone reacted, several ice storm sword auras had divided these oriental martial artists.

Xia Yiming retracted his hand and stepped on the corpses with a cold face. It seemed that he hadn't killed anyone just now, but just squeezed a few ants to death.

"Do you dare to kill someone at my Dongfang's house?" When Dongfang Zhi reacted, the first thing she revealed was unbelievable and furious.

And what appeared in the next instant was a discoloration.

Intuition told her that Xiao Yi's madness was more than that.

Not waiting for the word'ten breaths' in Xiao Yi's mouth to fall.

"No, worry, run away." Dongfang Zhi exclaimed, and a handprint was made in his hand.

Mo You's figure disappeared in a flash, disappearing.

Almost the moment when Mo You disappeared, the extreme depression and killing that had been filled in the Huiwu Hall suddenly disappeared.

Xiao Yi's cold face returned to her simple indifference.

Upon seeing this, Dongfang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time was secretly horrified. It turned out that he really angered the man in front of him, and faced the man's icy stare. It would be such a terrifying feeling.

For a moment, Dongfang Zhi clearly felt that she was the second lady of the Dongfang family. Now she is in the Dongfang family, but she still has no sense of security, as if she is in the cold wind and snow.

tread…

Xiao Yi took a step forward and looked directly at Dongfang Zhi.

Dongfang Zhi's face was startled, and he took a step back unconsciously, and said with a trembling voice, "You...what do you want to do?"

Xiao Yi kept silent, just staring.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about whether there is any enmity between you and me."

"How can it be." Dongfang Zhilian said, "There was no grudge in the past, but no grudges in recent days."

"It seems to be." Xiao Yi nodded, retracted his steps, turned around and left.

After taking two steps, he paused again, turned his head, and glanced at He Youxuebai.

"Xiao Yi, what do you want us to do?" He Youxuebo pretended to be calm and retorted.

Xiao Yi stared at the two indifferently, "Generally speaking, you fools don't hesitate to talk to me, and I won't bother to pay attention."

"I have no reason to care about you fools."

"But..." Xiao Yi's eyes flashed killing intent, "What you said just now really made me feel annoying."

"Crapped."

Xiao Yi spit out two cold characters.

"Yes." Xia Yiming replied and shot instantly.

Xia Yiming never hesitated about Xiao Yi's orders.

"You, you, you... don't mess around..." Xuebai and Heyou's expressions changed drastically.

Before the two had finished speaking, a blizzard appeared before them, and Xia Yiming's figure had disappeared in place.

"Puff." He You squirted out a mouthful of blood, half kneeling on the ground, his face pale, "You...you abolished my Qiquan and Little World?"

In that blizzard, every snowflake was filled with cold sword air.

Bang...

The figure of the blood cypress turned into a pool of blood, but it could not bear the wind and snow.

With a loud bang, Xue Bai's figure was heavily bombarded.

When he fell to the ground, he had no breath of cultivation, and his body was covered with blood.

"Palace Master." Do everything, the wind and snow dissipated, Xia Yiming's figure returned to Xiao Yi's side again, and waited.

"Let's go." Xiao Yi said indifferently and turned to leave.

"I thought I would meet some old friends here."

"Unexpectedly, the old friend didn't see it, but met a group of fools."

At the seat on the right, Su Cheng smiled, "Aren't I counted?"

Xiao Yi glanced, "Half it."

When the voice fell, Xiao Yi had left Huiwu Hall, and Xia Yiming followed closely.

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Outside the Huiwu Hall.

Xiao Yi walked at will.

Xia Yiming said solemnly, "Palace Master, that girl just now?"

"Although she was moved away by the space, Yiming is confident that she can catch up with her and take her life."

"No need." Xiao Yi shook his head.

Xia Yiming asked in confusion, "Does the palace master kill her?"

Xiao Yi shook his head, "Too weak."

"It doesn't matter if you kill her or not."

"I just don't want to see her face that bores me, and don't want to hear her harsh words buzzing in my ears."

Not long after leaving Huiwu Hall.

Dongfang Yingyun found the two.

"Hall Master Xiao Yi, little friend Yiming." Dongfang Yingyun said, "The guest room is ready."

"However, the two seem to be a little unhappy at the Huiwu Hall."

As the steward of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Yingyun can know everything happening here in a short time.

Xiao Yi shook his head lightly and said nothing.

"Lord Xiao Yi laughed." Dongfang Yingyun arched his hands, "Please follow the old man."

After all, Dongfang Yingyun took the lead in leading the way.

Xiao Yi glanced at Dongfang Yingyun in surprise.

From beginning to end, he didn't see Dongfang Yingyun being half respectful, but he was also not half humble.

The speech has been very common.

Even in the conversation, between the words, it is usually to the extreme, it seems that it is really just a chore.

Xiao Yi didn't know how to describe this feeling.

Perhaps it can only be described with the word ‘self-holding’, the self-holding of the strong.

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