Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Chapter 338 Who in the Southern Region doesn’t know you?

"Something." The young man's lips moved and he uttered two words.

The old man pointed at the booklet that was thrown out and cursed angrily: "Over there, go grab it yourself!"

"Fake." The young man still spoke concisely and pinched the five fingers of his right hand slightly.

click!

The sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded, and the old man's face instantly distorted, his mouth opened wide, and he sucked in cold air from the pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Stop, stop, let go, I'll give it to you...I'll give it to you!"

Only then did the young man let go of his hand and glanced at the old man lightly.

"I give, I give!"

The old man was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat. He kept panting and rummaged around hurriedly. After a while, he took out a simple yellowed book from his storage bag and handed it over.

The young man was about to take the book, but the old man scored twice.

He threw the booklet suddenly far into the distance.

"Old man, how dare you play tricks on me?!"

The young man became furious, slapping his palm, and a powerful wind roared towards him.

The old man was frightened and evaded hastily.

But he was still hit by the strong wind on the shoulder, and his skin was instantly torn.

The old man groaned and covered his shoulders, his eyes full of resentment.

When the four people on the other side discovered that the book they had caught was actually a blank book, their faces were full of anger.

When they saw the old man throwing out another booklet, the four people's eyes changed, they threw the blank booklet in their hands and immediately chased after that booklet.

Seeing that there was still a competitor, the young man raised his eyebrows and was not in a hurry to deal with the old man. He moved and chased after the blank book.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Several figures quickly rushed out and ran towards the blank book.

And the place where the book fell was where Song Ci was hiding.

As if the book had eyes, it landed directly in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci stretched out his hand and took the booklet into his hands.

He glanced down.

This is a Xuan-level advanced spell called "Qing Yan Sword Technique".

"Thank you for the gift of nature."

Song Ci put the technique into his storage bag.

There is no reason to spit out what you have got, and besides, this advanced Xuan-level spell is quite helpful to Song Ci at the moment.

Then he looked up and saw five figures chasing after him, getting closer and closer to him.

You may have to deal with those people before you can escape unscathed.

Song Ci's eyes narrowed and he was ready.

"Who are you? Leave your things quickly and spare your life!"

Before anyone arrived, the voice had already reached Song Ci's ears.

"Boy, do you hear that? I advise you to leave your things behind. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave here today!"

In a few breaths, those people arrived near Song Ci.

Song Ci's face was calm, and he did not show the slightest fear because of the threats from those people.

Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, since the thing is in my hand, it belongs to me. If you want it, just come and grab it."

"you wanna die!"

Among the four of them, the man with the scarred face suddenly became angry when he saw that Song Ci was ignorant, and he raised his hand to take action.

But the teammates around him were faster than him. They hurriedly stopped the scar-faced man and whispered in his ear: "No, no, no, no, brother, don't get excited. The person in front of you seems to be Song Ci."

"Song Ci? That guy from the Zhatian Gang?"

The scarred man was stunned for a moment, then carefully identified it, and it did look familiar.

After all, if everyone doesn’t know what Ye Qing’er looks like wearing a bronze mask, how can they still not know what Yun Yanzong’s Song Ci looks like?

Song Ci's portrait has spread throughout the Southern Region, and it's hard not to recognize him.

"That's him, exactly the same as the portrait that was circulated!"

One of the people on the side said quickly.

When the scar-faced man heard this, his eyes shrank and a sense of fear arose in his heart.

All the monks in the Southern Territory know that the people of the Zhaotian Gang have arrogance engraved in their bones.

One Dongfang is undefeated and the other is Dugu Qiu. This can be seen from their nicknames.

Anyone who dares to offend the Zhatian Gang will definitely face death.

I almost made a fool of myself just now. If I really pissed off someone from the Zhatian Gang, I wouldn't even be able to get their ashes back.

Thinking of this, the scar-faced man couldn't help but take a breath.

He couldn't help but feel lucky that he was able to stop him quickly.

"Hahaha, if it falls into your hands, it will naturally belong to you. I won't bother you any more and say goodbye!"

The scar-faced man finished speaking with a dry smile, then took the lead and galloped away into the distance.

The other three people also turned around and ran for their lives.

This technique is gone, so doesn’t the old man still have the technique?

It's better to chase the old man.

"???"

Song Ci looked at the panicked backs of the four of them, with a trace of doubt on his face.

gone like this?

Should not be!

According to the normal procedure, you are not allowed to fight, and then you find that you can't fight, so you run away in despair!

Song Ci is at a loss for words.

Suddenly, he suddenly had an idea, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he seemed to have figured out something.

"These four people are so afraid of me. Are they frightened by my hidden aura?"

Cough cough--

Although the four people have left, there is still a young man who has not left yet and is watching them eagerly.

Song Ci raised his head and looked at the young man.

At this time, the man's eyes were also staring at him.

Four eyes collided.

"You...you are Song Ci?!" the man said in surprise.

Song Ci was stunned and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Ha ha......"

The man laughed twice, then shook his head slightly and said, "Who in the Southern Region doesn't know you?"

Hearing his words, Song Ci's eyes widened and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

This is a bit exaggerated...

When did he become so famous? !

The man added: "Your Excellency said something very well, and I deeply admire it."

"Oh?"

Song Ci's eyes lit up and he asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"'If heaven had not given birth to me Song Ci, the way of ax would last forever like a long night'!" The man spoke every word in a very solemn tone.

Ah, so strange~

Song Ci blinked and recalled his life in his mind.

Uh...there's really no image.

"Did I say that?" He touched his nose, looking confused.

"As I said, your Excellency may forget things a lot, but we have never forgotten."

Speaking of this, the man paused, glanced up and down at Song Ci, and asked, "By the way, Lord Song, where is your ax? Can I borrow it for a look?"

"???"

Song Ci was confused.

Completely dumbfounded.

Where does he have an ax? ! !

When the man saw that he didn't move, he mistakenly thought that Song Ci was unwilling.

After all, can Qi easily lend his weapons to others for viewing?

Although he really wanted to see it.

After all, that is an ax that uses a mortal weapon against a spiritual weapon!

"Since you don't want to, then forget it and I'll take my leave."

The man cupped his hands and turned to leave.

Song Ci stood there blankly, watching the man move away, his words echoing in his mind, and he couldn't help but become more confused.

Have you said this yourself?

Why don't you know? ?

ax? What ax? ? ?