"You...you...why is it you again?" Liang Zuwei had a ghostly expression on his face. He stammered and couldn't even say anything to congratulate him. The finger pointing at Ling Chuxi was also trembling.

"It's just me, Mr. Liang, we are really destined." Ling Chuxi said with a smile on her face.

"Bang!" The dragon-head crutch in Liang Zuwei's hand fell heavily to the ground.

Before anyone could react to what was going on, Liang Zuweisa started running. In the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred feet away. His legs were moving alternately, as if he was riding a hot wheel, so fast that it was dizzying.

.The billowing smoke and dust rolled up behind me, making it really hard to catch up!

Fate, fate is nothing. If possible, Liang Zuwei wished that he and Ling Chuxi had no fate at all.

Speaking of which, Liang Zuwei really didn't want to run away. He finally found a good job where he could eat and drink. It was a pity that he ran away like this. Besides, he felt embarrassed. A master of the divine level ran away before he even took action.

Who would dare to invite him if the news spread? But the scene when Ling Chuxi killed the ancestor of the Jing family with a sword was still fresh in his mind. If he didn't run away, would he wait to die?

In the blink of an eye, Liang Zuwei had disappeared from everyone's eyes, leaving only an afterimage.

Everyone was stunned. It was not a dream. This guy who ran as fast as if he was on a hot wheel was really the shaky old man who could be knocked down by a gust of wind.

"When you have an old man in your family, it's like having a treasure. When you have an old man in your family, it's like you have a treasure..." A young weapon refiner's mind went blank and he murmured.

Master Han's face turned red with embarrassment. He really wanted to dig a hole and bury himself for a long time. An old man in a dog's family is like a treasure. This old thing is obviously a living treasure.

Seeing that Liang Zuwei had escaped again, Ling Chuxi was too lazy to chase. After saying this, the old man ran too fast, and she was not very sure that she could catch up. She turned her head and looked at the guard who was shouting earlier, Ling Chuxi said coldly.

He said: "Did you just say you wanted to kill me?"

"Plop!" The guard's feet were so frightened that he knelt down on the ground.

Although Ling Chuxi did not take action, she could scare Liang Zuwei, a god-level master, into fleeing. How terrifying must her strength be? This guard was not a fool, so how could he dare to challenge her?

"Should you do it yourself, or should we do it ourselves?" Ling Chuxi said coldly. Although there was a small accident in the process, it did not affect Miss Ling's efforts to smash the place to the end.

"Ling Chuxi, as the young master of a family and the master of the Danxin Pavilion, you are not afraid of losing your identity by using such unflattering means?" At this moment, a lazy voice sounded.

"Master Shangguan." Master Han and others saluted.

The person who appeared on the stairs on the second floor was none other than Shangguan Wuyou. He still had the habitual, slightly artificial evil smile on his face, and his expression was a bit contemptuous. An old man stood behind him, standing in front of him.

It was Uncle He who Ling Chuxi had met once when she returned to Zhongtian Territory from Xiaojingtian.

At that time, Ling Chuxi's cultivation level was limited, and she felt that He Bo's strength was unpredictable and profound, but she couldn't tell how high it was. But now, she could vaguely see that He Bo was a master at the peak of the god level.
Chapter completed!