Douluo's opening send-off system

"Senior Chen Xin, I have the honor to be named the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. Today I just came to visit the Qibao Glazed Sect. Why do I want to become a disciple?" Han Wuyi bowed to Chen Xin, which was considered a courtesy.

"The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace?" Chen Xin's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "You, Wuhun Palace, and our Shangsan Sect have a hostile relationship. If you say it openly like this, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"If senior really wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have told me this."

"That's not necessarily the case. I'm still happy to kill a genius like you now and reduce a terrible enemy in the future."

"Since senior didn't draw his sword and strike directly, it's even more impossible to do it next, so I'm still safe."

"Besides, Senior's sword won't allow you to do this." Han Wuyi flattered him without saltiness.

Obviously the effect was not very good. Chen Xin snorted and asked them to come up, then flew away with his sword.

Han Wuyi smiled at the stunned guard and started to climb the mountain, with Ghost Leopard following behind him step by step.

The guard who came back to his senses immediately sent one person to follow him and lead the way for Han Wuyi.

Entering the Qibao Hall, Ning Fengzhi, who was as gentle as jade, sat up high and looked at Han Wuyi with a warm smile.

At his side was Bone Douluo, Gu Rong, who was covering himself with a cloak and couldn't help but his shoulders trembled.

Chen Xin, who was also located next to Ning Fengzhi, glared at Han Wuyi fiercely when he just stepped into the hall, then turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Han Wuyi turned a blind eye to this and said, "I heard the name of the Qibao Glazed Sect a long time ago, so I came here to pay my respects. I just wanted to see the style of Sword Dao Chen Xin. Please don't blame me for coming here!"

Gu Rong stopped shaking her shoulders, raised her head and looked at Chen Xin, and both saw the surprise in the other's eyes.

"Then since the Holy Son knows how to be presumptuous, why is he still so insincere?" Ning Fengzhi smiled warmly and spoke softly, without any intention of accountability.

Han Wuyi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "This junior is rude."

As he said this, he took off his hat, and the eyes of the three people above him flashed with surprise, followed by endless doubts.

Shouldn't the Son be male?

"Such a beautiful sister!" A surprised and soft voice came from the side door, and a little girl ran out, holding Han Wuyi's hand and asked with a happy face: "Sister, sister You are so beautiful!”

She blinked her big, watery eyes, which were pearly and moist, "Sister, can you tell me what kind of skin care you use? Your hands are so soft and smooth..."

Han Wuyi's face was extremely stiff, but he still tried hard to maintain a fake smile.

"Ho ho ho quack..."

A burst of laughter came from the side and stopped suddenly, which was a little abrupt in this empty hall.

Ghost Leopard covered his mouth, bowed and tried to reduce his presence, and slowly moved out of the hall under Han Wuyi's cold gaze.

Listening to his ears, Ning Rongrong was still chattering about the secret treasure of skin care. Han Wuyi took out his little hand that was grabbed, and the fake smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

"Girl, men and women don't have sex, please..."

"Do you think I am blind or deaf? I am Ning Rongrong! How dare you treat me like a fool! Hand over your treasure quickly, or I will make it impossible for you to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!"

"..."

Looking at Ning Rongrong, who had her waist thrust in front of her, with a savage expression and an arrogant tone like a bandit, Han Wuyi wanted to say: I've already eaten, do you want me to give it to you?