The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 238 Want to fight?Come!
This time, Qin Shengzhi didn't want to use them very much.

But it is undeniable that Qin Yunfu was right about one thing.

If a mere mortal administration can step on the Qin family to dominate, how will the Qin family be in the cultivation world in the future?
Xiao Ruanruan must solve it!
Of course, you don't have to kill her.

First, take her captive to Qin's house and open the spiritual power lock, and then see if the person behind her will show up.

If it appears, then he will naturally have a way of saying it.

It would be even better if she didn't show up - all her spiritual treasures would become family heirlooms of the Qin family, and she would die in despair only after all her value was drained.

Qin Shengzhi's eyes flashed with coldness.

This is the usual method of the Qin family, and it is also the family history of many sects that can stand today.

……

Si Jijing finished the affairs of the Tianjie Group as quickly as possible, gave all employees a holiday in advance with a wave of his hand, and then did not stop for a moment. He drove a ghost sports car back home and was ready to go to Pingshi to find Xiao Ruanruan.

Just after driving out of the gate, Si Jijing's lazy eyes suddenly narrowed, revealing an unprecedented coldness.

someone!

He was still driving the car at a leisurely pace, but in an instant, his divine sense had already filtered out the passing traffic, passing mortals, whistling cold wind, and erratic dust, and locked on the target precisely.

The corners of Si Jijing's lips curled into a cool arc, turned on the light, turned left, and drove towards the 5A-level scenic spot behind the Sifu.

At this moment, there are only a few days left before the Spring Festival, and it is night again, and there is no one in the scenic spot.

Si Jijing stopped the car, turned off the engine and got out of the car, his eyes glanced at the young male cultivator who was about to move in the darkness, he raised his slender fingers to tick, and his voice was low and careless: "Want to fight? Come!"

Too embarrassing!

The male cultivator found him after wandering around for several days. Seeing that he was arrogant and had a beautiful face that they couldn't match, he immediately felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

He must be killed!
Don't let Qin Yunfu come into contact with him!

Can't let the young female cultivator see his face!

Otherwise, all the male cultivators in the cultivation world will be lovelorn!
He immediately rushed out from the darkness, before the person arrived, the sword was out of its sheath, and it came crashing down towards Si Jijing with a violent thunder light!
Si Ji stood there calmly and calmly. Seeing the sword light coming, Shi Shiran raised his hand.

Accompanied by extremely elegant movements, the exquisite and expensive handmade coat on his body instantly turned into a robe with wide sleeves that surpassed the top grade. The sleeves of the robe fluttered and danced in the night wind, and his long hair flew up in the wind, like an exile.

His sword-like eyebrows raised wantonly and flamboyantly: "Is this the only ability?"

While speaking, the long sword was already in his hand, and he exhausted his spiritual power. In an instant, the light of the sword was like a waterfall of scorching sun, gushing out from the sword body, catching the light head-on!

Everything in the world likes the sun, but no one can bear the sun in front of his eyes.

The same goes for the monk in front of him.

Clap!

Only a clear cracking sound was heard, and Nanxiu's sword broke.

At the same time, Si Jijing turned around, and hit his chest hard with the black scabbard in his hand!

Bang!
With a loud noise, the man fell into the artificial lake behind him like a broken kite.

Si Jijing put his sword back into its sheath, and walked towards the sports car without looking back.

Behind him, the lake water splashed, splashing a huge wave of more than ten meters into the air, and then fell like a torrential rain.

The male cultivator got up from the lake like a drowned chicken, and said in disbelief, "Impossible!"

He was born in the sword sect, and he has practiced swordsmanship for 20 years, but he was defeated so easily?
(End of this chapter)