"Okay!" Uncle Qin's face was filled with joy. The humble aura on his body suddenly disappeared, and a heroic and domineering air came out of him. He stamped his feet and roared, stepped in front of Zheng Shiyi, raised his hand to meet Zheng Xuan's palm, With a muffled sound of "Peng", Zheng Xuan was directly blown away.
Zheng Hong and others breathed a sigh of relief.
Zheng Xuan, who landed on the ground, felt something sweet in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Looking at the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared and slapped him so hard that he vomited blood, his face was full of surprise. Isn't this a flower farmer named Qin from the family? How... so strong!
Uncle Qin put his hands behind his back, looked down at Zheng Xuan with arrogant eyes and said coldly: "You even want to hurt the people our saint protects?"
"The person protected by the saint?"
Everyone present showed doubts.
"What saint?"
"Saint? That's not something you can call yourself casually!"
"Which saint from the top power came to our Zheng family? Why didn't we know?"
Amid everyone's confusion, a beautiful girl walked out of the crowd.
She was wearing a pink velvet skirt and her hair was combed into pigtails.
There is a headband tied to her forehead, and a light blue gemstone hangs on it, close to the center of her eyebrows.
Clear and moving eyes, charming cherry mouth, and graceful body.
Even more beautiful than the fairies who descended to earth!
"Tang Wanxue!"
As soon as she appeared on the stage, people who knew her quickly called out her name.
"Is she Tang Wanxue?"
"She is so beautiful!"
"She is even more beautiful than a fairy!"
"I heard she was beautiful before, but I never thought she would be so beautiful!"
"She's so beautiful!"
Knowing that the girl who came out was Tang Wanxue, the crowd once again caused a commotion.
"Is she the saint that that person calls her?"
Looking at the old man who knocked Zheng Xuan away, and then looking at the old man's eyes towards Tang Wanxue, the onlookers seemed to have guessed something and quickly turned their attention to Tang Wanxue.
Zheng Shiyi looked at the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared, and his heart suddenly became bright! This old man appeared in the Zheng family more than two years ago. Everyone just thought he was an ordinary old farmer. Unexpectedly... he was actually chosen by a big force to select a saint!
Even more unexpected! This usually silent old man actually chose Wanxue!
Zheng Shiyi finally understood why Tang Wanxue was so conflicted about her attitude when she saw her a few days ago? It turns out...she was wondering whether to become a saint!
Tang Wanxue walked up to Zheng Shiyi, wiped the ashes from his face, looked at him with concern, and said, "Brother Shiyi, are you okay?"
Zheng Shiyi shook his head and said with a smile: "Little girl, do you think I am someone who is in trouble?"
"It's not like that." Tang Wanxue shook her head and looked at him with an expression as if she had something to say to him but couldn't.
How could Zheng Shiyi not see that she had something to say, so he said: "Little girl, if you hold your words in your heart, you will easily get sick. If you have anything to say, just tell me."
"Yes." Tang Wanxue nodded obediently, glanced at him secretly, and then said: "I was selected as a candidate for the saint, and now I have to go back and run for election."
Zheng Shiyi's heart trembled. He had been with Tang Wanxue for a long time. When he heard that she was leaving, he felt something strange missing in his heart, but he still forced a smile and said, "That's a good thing."
Tang Wanxue pouted and looked at Zheng Shiyi, complaining: "A good thing is a good thing, but I'm leaving you."
Zheng Shiyi raised his hand and stroked Tang Wanxue's delicate pretty face and comforted: "Little girl, your departure is short-lived. Don't worry. After you leave, I will step up my practice and strive to be qualified to find you in the shortest possible time." !”
"I trust you!"
Tang Wanxue nodded, handed him half of the personal jade pendant, and said affectionately: "Brother Shiyi, I'll wait for you!"
With that said, Tang Wanxue turned around, and the tears in her eyes fell down her pretty face at this moment...
The moment she turned around, Zheng Shiyi clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Little girl, I won't let you wait too long!"
Zheng Xuan's palm was so shocked that he vomited blood, which made Zheng Desheng know that the other party was not someone to be trifled with.
But as the head of the family, he still took a step forward and said: "I wonder who you are? Why do you want to hurt members of my Zheng family? Don't you know that our Zheng family has a great connection with the Xuanming Sect?"
"Xuanming Sect?" The old man sneered, "If you are not convinced, you can ask their leader to come to Haoyue Sect to find me!"
"Haoyue Sect?"
These three words were like a bolt from the blue, causing Zheng Desheng's body to tremble.
Although I don’t know where the Haoyue Sect comes from, anyone who dares to call it a sect is a more powerful force than the sect!
The teaching is definitely not something that the sect can mess with!
What is teaching? Has its own teachings! It can even abolish the existence of the throne of the king!
imperial power! teach! Grant!
Although the Xuanming Sect has reached a strength close to that of the sect, these are all rumors. If the rumors are false, then the fate waiting for the Zheng family will be to be slaughtered.
Zheng Desheng, who knew the key, quickly shut his mouth.
Seeing that he had no objection, the old man turned around and prepared to leave with Tang Wanxue.
"Um?"
Seeing Tang Wanxue keep looking back at Zheng Shiyi, the old man seemed to have thought of something and turned around and walked towards Zheng Shiyi.
"What is he going to do?"
The old man's actions caused the people around him to shrink back and retreat.
The old man walked up to Zheng Shiyi and said: "You can't get close to our Saint. This Blood Moon Seal is a gift for you to take care of our Saint! You can practice again when you have a certain strength."
He took out a red scroll and handed it to Zheng Shiyi.
He returned to Tang Wanxue's side, and the two of them disappeared completely in a flash.
"Wait until you have a certain level of strength before practicing!"
Holding the jade pendant given by Tang Wanxue and the scroll given by the old man, Zheng Shiyi clenched his fists and asked for Zheng Desheng: "Give me the invitation!"
Zheng Desheng closed his eyes and sighed, now there is such a person standing up for Zheng Shiyi! Next, if I don't give him the token, I'm afraid that when the old man comes back, the ancestral land may not come to protect it.
For fear that Zheng Desheng would give the token to Zheng Shiyi, Zheng Xuan hurriedly covered his chest and begged: "Master, you must not give the token to him! You must not!"
As he spoke, he also winked at the elders on Zheng Desheng's side.
The elders understood this and immediately knelt down and said: "Master..."
There was a sneer on Zheng Desheng's face, and the attitude of a master of the family was fully displayed: "Is it still useful for you to say this now? If you have such strength, why not be glad that Uncle Qin didn't kill someone just now?"
"Zheng Shiyi, this is the token you want." Zheng Desheng threw the token and stared at Zheng Xuan coldly, fearing that he would cause trouble again.
Zheng Shiyi reached out to catch the token, looked around, and jumped off the ring.
Looking at Zheng Shiyi's leaving back, Zheng Ping, who was jealous, couldn't help but sneered: "Huh, trash is trash after all. Do you think that after entering the Xuanming Sect, everything will be fine? Zheng Song entered the Xuanming Sect, but there is something wrong It’s been years, I don’t believe he will let you go!”
Zheng Shiyi paused, with the same sneer on his face: "Did he let me go, or did I let him go? I joined the Xuanming Sect just to seek revenge from him!"
After rushing back to his room to pack his bags, Zheng Shiyi wanted to leave the Zheng family, which made him feel chilled.
But the moment he opened the door, Zheng Desheng, the owner of the family who had once chilled him as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, came out.
With a faint smile on his face, he said, "Are you leaving now?"