Early the next morning, when Yuan Wense and his party went out, they saw a beautiful little girl with big eyes and round face in front of them. She snorted with her nostrils turned upward: "Are you Sister Xiu Shiyi?"

The two parties had never met each other, and even Yuan Wense didn't know that there was a little girl like Jing Tianzi.

But little girls are born with a desire to compare, especially in front of the man they love, and they will not tolerate anyone saying good things about other girls.

Although such a girl is a little petty, it is still normal behavior.

Besides, just asking like this is nothing.

Jing Tianzi and the others were secretly amused and didn't take it seriously.

But who wants to be blocked on the road by a stranger, who is so proud as if you are trash, and asked: "Are you XXX?"

Yuan Wense did not answer, but there were many people here, and some people who really felt that they had been favored by Yuan Wense were unhappy.

"Whose little girl is this? Can't you talk well?"

"Yes, Miss Xiu, do you know her?"

Yuan Wense shook his head: "I haven't seen him before, I don't know him."

When Jing Tianzi heard this, she became unhappy: "What is your attitude?"

"Miss Xiu has a very good attitude. It's you who has a bad attitude. Go back and look in the mirror. Your nostrils are about to turn upward and your nose hairs are about to be exposed."

"Hehehe, the black nose hairs are fluttering in the wind, how..."

"I now realize that no matter how good-looking you are, once your nose hair shows up, you lose."

Jing Tianzi was quite arrogant when talking to Yuan Wense. After all, she was the daughter of a prince and aristocrat, while Sister Xiu Eleven was just the daughter of a poor family. How could she compare? If it were in their mortal world, Sister Xiu Eleven

She is not even qualified to be a maid.

If Yuan Wense had fought back or something, Jing Tianzi could have suppressed her arrogantly, but now a group of men were laughing at her black nose hairs, how could she bear it.

It was like a little girl being stripped naked in public. She was so ashamed that she covered her face, cried, turned around and followed Li Qixuan and said, "Brother Qi, they, they insulted me."

Li Qixuan said in a deep voice: "Apologise!"

The group of people all laughed and said, "Apologise, what we said was wrong, and we didn't tell any lies."

Li Qixuan suddenly drew out his long sword, with a trace of blood, as if there was a rain of blood in the air, and the blood filled the air, slashing at the man's arm.

"Dang-dang-dang..." A shield man appeared instantly and was slashed by the blood-soaked long sword more than a dozen times.

Shura Shiye's face looked a little serious.

His Qiyao Xuanbing Sword can only be stacked seven times. Seven swords are released in one second, and the power of one sword is superimposed on another sword. Seven times is not the sum of seven swords, but the sum of seven, seven and forty-nine swords.

The power suddenly bloomed.

But now, he discovered that this young man in black had actually superimposed thirteen swords at once.

And the most terrifying thing about the opponent is his sword energy.

Although his sword energy was also glowing red, it was obviously not the light of fire, but the light of real blood.

It's like the door to hell opens, all blood pours out, and endless terror and murderous intent pervades it, making the person being attacked feel fear and trembling from the inside. It's a double attack of body and willpower.

If Shura Shiye hadn't quickly blocked it with a shield, the man might have had one of his arms chopped off at once.
Chapter completed!