Zhu Mingyan knew that this might just be a dream.

But she was still unhappy.

As the Holy Lord of the South, the grave grass on the grave that dared to displeasure her was already five feet tall.

Su Qinwu is no exception.

but--

Zhu Mingyan looked at Su Qinwu's hand holding the sword tightly, showing a hint of disdain: "You want to be my opponent, you are not qualified."

As the Holy Lord of the South, she doesn't need to do it herself.

With just one sentence, countless people will come to do it for her.

Zhu Mingyan smiled coldly, and the Lihuo Vermilion Bird spread its wings and flew, sprinkling the red rays of the sky.

However, without waiting for the fire of Lihuo, Zhuque penetrated into the clouds, and suddenly a sword energy poured down like a waterfall, blocking Zhuque directly in front of him.

Su Qinwu's voice came from behind: "If you ruin my friend's house, you want to leave if you don't compensate me?"

Zhu Mingyan: “…”

She slowly turned around and saw Su Qinwu standing in the clouds that were level with her, and the deer-cutting sword pointed directly at her eyebrows: "Either pay or fight, you choose one."

Zhu Mingyan's face completely sank.

No one dared to talk to her like this for tens of thousands of years, but now he is blocked by a mere new demigod who has just ascended, but he is also pointed at him with a sword to demand compensation.

This is simply humiliation.

Zhu Mingyan sneered: "Do you think you are still in the secret realm?"

She in the secret realm is her from 100,000 years ago.

That's because she was just a natural demigod.

Now she is a dignified quasi-god, only one step away from ascending to the divine realm!

Su Qinwu held the sword steadily, her voice calmly: "Where it doesn't matter. Do you compensate the house?"

Zhu Mingyan was originally disdainful to do it himself, but seeing that Su Qinwu was so arrogant, the anger in Zhu Mingyan suddenly emerged: "What are you? How dare you speak like this?"

At this time, Zhu Mingyan no longer cared about the impact of killing Su Qin's dance.

She doesn't need to care.

History is written by the winner.

She is the Holy Lord of the South. She has the final say!

Zhu Mingyan stomped his feet, and the invisible barrier immediately surrounded him from all directions, separated from the outside world.

No one can visit.

Su Qinwu raised the deer-cutting sword.

Zhu Mingyan condensed out the Sword of Vermilion Bird Lihuo.

The war is about to break out-

At this moment, the two of them suddenly noticed something was shaking slightly beside them.

But neither of them paid any attention.

He is about to take action, and no one wants to distract himself from external things.

Because the strong can decide life and death in an instant.

Wow!

A light sound.

A branch passed through the barrier set by Zhu Mingyan, and then a gentle voice rang in the ears of the two of them through the branches: "What are you going to do on my territory?"

Zhu Mingyan suddenly realized something and turned his head suddenly to look at the branch.

That is a Bodhi branch.

Zhu Mingyan's face suddenly changed: "Why are you here?"

The Bodhi branches rolled upside down and pointed to the next door of the house where the ground was razed to the ground: "You just destroyed my courtyard wall, and you haven't paid any compensation yet."

Zhu Mingyan was angry: "You—"

Bodhizhi said slowly: "If you don't pay, you can only fight."

Zhu Mingyan understood.

This is clearly trying to protect Su Qinwu!

She couldn't bear to lose her face when she compensated.

If he doesn't compensate, he will not forgive him.

Zhu Mingyan was so angry that he felt heartbroken and said with a cold face: "You, the Holy Lord of the Oriental, care about this mere courtyard wall?"

Bodhizhi said indifferently: "Then what's the point of bullying the little demigod who had just ascended?"

Su Qinwu's face was completely ignored.

The hundreds of thousands of years old Bodhi neighbor Yun Wu mentioned turned out to be the Holy Lord of the East!

However, this saved her trouble.

With the Eastern Holy Lord here, she will have nothing to do.

Su Qinwu twitched away for a while and left the space for them to play.

The Old Bodhi, the Holy Lord of the East, had a gentle voice and a slow speech, but the bottom line was very clear. No matter what Zhu Mingyan said, he would not let him go.

Zhu Mingyan had a hot temper and drew his sword and cut it at his Bodhi branch whenever he didn't agree.

The Bodhi branch turned into a man in the shining red sword energy, with a gentle and leisurely expression. The blue robe was light and simple, but the leaves-like patterns on the robe were faintly flashing with flowing light.

He casually broke a Bodhi branch, waved it easily, and stopped Zhu Mingyan's sword.

Zhu Mingyan seemed to hit the cotton with one punch, feeling extremely frustrated.

She couldn't stand her anger and the more she felt frustrated she had to vent.

A sword is as fast as a sword!

The sword is like a storm and storm, and often the face of the Holy Lord of the East is patted!

The sky is full of sword shadows.

Infinite.

As the only spectator, Su Qinwu stood carefully on the edge of the barrier, but still felt stuffy and almost breathless.

Because, both of them are too strong.

They are all quasi-gods.

The pressure that evaporated from their single battle was like the shocking waves during a tsunami. A wave hit her and almost crushed her.

In fact, as long as she wants, she can pass through the space barrier at any time.

But she did not retreat.

This is a visual feast, it would be a pity not to watch it.

The most important thing is that watching them fight and their swords will be of great benefit to her.

Su Qinwu's eyes fell on the branches of the Holy Lord of the East, and her fingers were hidden in her sleeves and could not help but describe them as he moved—

Suddenly, a thick voice sounded in Su Qinwu's ears like thunder: "Where did the little demigod come from?"

Su Qinwu raised her eyes and met a man who was as honest and strong as a hill, carrying a hoe on her shoulders.

Seeing that Su Qinwu didn't answer, he scratched his head and asked, "How long have they been fighting?"

Su Qinwu thought for a while: "less than a quarter of an hour."

The strong man said, "That's still long."

After saying that, he sat down cross-legged beside her and started watching the battle.

Su Qinwu glanced at him curiously.

Being able to pass through Zhu Mingyan's barrier quietly, at least the strength is no less than that of Zhu Mingyan-

Could he be a certain holy lord too?

Just as he was thinking, another 15 or 16-year-old boy leaned in and said, "Have you finished the fight? Am I late?"

The strong man looked up at him and said, "It's not too late, I can fight for at least half an hour."

The boy then walked through the barrier and sat down next to Su Qinwu.

The boy had red lips and white teeth, and his voice was clear and cute when he spoke. He wore aqua robe with red plums, looking like a lively brother.

However, Su Qinwu did not dare to treat him as an ordinary boy.

She is probably another saint who can be on par with the two holy lords and this strong man.

So, are we gathered together in the east, west, south, north and north?

When Su Qinwu was thinking, the boy was looking at her.

Compared to watching the game, he was more curious about Su Qinwu: "Yu, little demigod, how did you run in?"

Su Qinwu said truthfully: "I was overestimating my ability and trying to challenge the Southern Holy Lord. Later, when the Eastern Holy Lord came, I was fine."

The boy opened his eyes wide: "It turns out that Dongfang is standing up for you!"

Su Qinwu waved her hand quickly: "No, it's because the Holy Lord of the South accidentally destroyed the Holy Lord of the East."
Chapter completed!