This guy Xi Mo! We all had a life-long friendship in Secret Valley! How could he turn his face and deny anyone! Ji Siwen suddenly became angry and wanted to shout impulsively, but Yun Qingyan stopped him with one hand.
He looked at Yun Qingyan suspiciously.
I saw that Yun Qingyan also looked like he didn't recognize the other person, nodded and said, "That's true. Please give me an explanation, His Highness the Holy Son."
Ji Siwen scratched his head. Didn't Yun Qingyan say that Gong Moxi was Xi Mo? Why do they all look like they just met
"Your Highness the Holy Son, don't listen to her nonsense!" the elder of Sifang Pavilion shouted.
"Whoa!" A sharp sword slashed down from the side of his face, flashed close to his nose, and cut a long mark on the ground.
He stumbled backwards, a look of shock on his face.
He looked at the warm and smiling Gong Moxi with horrified eyes.
To his right, a young man in red was holding a knife in his hand, and the force of the knife was not yet exhausted.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son is speaking, is it your turn to interrupt?" Di Ming took back the sword, held it in the sword path, and sneered coldly.
"Di Ming." Gong Moxi's platinum eyes were filled with a smile, "Don't be rude."
Di Ming curled his lips.
This hypocritical guy.
Who secretly instigated him just now
The elder of Sifang Pavilion was in shock. Looking at the deep mark under his feet, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. However, the other party was from the palace, so he dared not speak out in anger.
"Priest Zuo." Gong Moxi looked at the priest in white, with a hint of oppression in his eyes, "Our court has always been fair.
If he blames his own mistakes on the contestants, wouldn't it mean that the palace's reputation has been ruined? Can you bear this responsibility? "
"Your Majesty the Holy Son, please be careful." The white-clothed priest said quickly, "We have indeed arranged for someone to inform all the players."
"In this case, how about confronting the person who informed us." Yun Qing said.
The frightened elder of Sifang Pavilion widened his eyes and became angry. He imitated Di Ming's words and said loudly, "How dare you! His Royal Highness the Son is talking to the high priest, how can you interrupt?"
After scolding him, he was secretly proud. His rash intervention just now left a bad impression on the hall, and now was his chance to make amends.
Di Ming's mouth twitched. This old guy dared to imitate him. How shameless
Gong Moxi's faint eyes swept over the Sifang Pavilion elder.
Although he still looked like the smiling Holy Son, at this moment he felt a coldness spreading from his body.
But soon, Gong Moxi looked away from him and glanced at Yun Qingyan with approval, "In that case, let's find someone to confront him."
"Gu Dan'er, order the Holy Rider to find the divine attendant responsible for informing the news." Gong Moxi ordered.
"Yes, Your Highness." The Knight Commander took the order and went out.
"Your Highness, this... is a trivial matter, there is no need to make such a big fuss, right?" The priest in white wiped his sweat, "You see, the auspicious time to enter the Nanming Realm is about to pass."
"That's right! His Royal Highness the Holy Son, our Sifang Pavilion has already sent people to greet you at Nanming Realm.
If you don't go, I'm afraid the Pavilion Master will be worried. "Qiu Chuchu said quickly.
"Damn it! You guys are so shameless!" Ji Siwen was already furious after hearing this, "What do you mean it's a trivial matter
Is it just a trivial matter to deprive us of our qualifications? "
The priest in white had an ugly expression on his face. In his opinion, a group of contestants from Tianyuan Continent, even if there was a God-King-level figure among them, was not worthy of his special treatment.
But he didn't dare to say these words in front of Gong Moxi.
(End of chapter)