Master Sheng, Madam, she became popular all over the world by fortune-telling

Chapter 616 Confidence, irresistible power! (Supplement 2.17 third change)
Although Fan Jingyun has abolished his cultivation, his basic perception is still there.

So she sensed an extremely powerful presence among the comers almost immediately!

Even worse than her grandfather who was known as the number one powerhouse of the Sanskrit!

But in her cognition, after counting the entire ancient martial arts world, there is only one person who can possess such power—the founder of the ancient martial arts, Duan Chengxian.

How could Duan Chengxian be in the Sanskrit clan?

How could it appear on the Saintess Peak?

Will he help the Sanskrit?

What would they do if he made a move?

Countless thoughts flashed through his heart, and Fan Jingyun was in a state of confusion.

"Don't think about it, I lured people here on purpose."

The girl's rambunctious voice sounded above her head, interrupting Fan Jingyun's thoughts. She was stunned: "Did you attract it on purpose?"

Xie Xihe gave a "hmm", then suddenly bent his lips and smiled, as if a starlight flashed in his eyes, he said, "I'll take you to meet someone later."

Since meeting each other, it was the first time that Fan Jingyun saw her showing such an expression. He was curious, but also involuntarily felt a very subtle sense of uneasiness, and couldn't help asking: "Who is it?"

This time Xie Xihe didn't answer her, Fan You and his party had already broken into the hall, looking at Xie Xihe and Fan Jingyun in the room through a door, their eyes were full of astonishment.

Fan You had vaguely guessed that Fan Jingyun should be rescued, so although he was surprised at the moment, he was the quickest to react.

Chao Fanjingyun smiled and said, "Third sister, long time no see, have you finally figured it out?"

Fan Jingyun was gone when he faced Xie Xihe's tenderness and obedience, with a cold look in his eyes, he asked, "What do you think?"

Fanyou smiled, as gentle as ever: "It seems that there are no more, so what does the third younger sister mean by coming here suddenly?"

"Do you feel that time has passed, and the clan will no longer hold you accountable, or do you have the confidence to leave?"

"Who gave you the confidence?" His gaze swept across Xie Xihe's body, he was surprised at the young face of the other party, but he just smiled indifferently and said, "Is she?"

Xie Xihe lifted his eyes to look, his expression was loose and indifferent: "That's right, it's me."

Fanyou was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected her to answer so directly, but then chuckled lightly: "Little girl, since you were able to bring her out of there, I think you really have some real skills, but here But it's not a place where you can talk nonsense, believe it or not, as long as I give an order, you won't be able to leave this hall of saints today?"

Xie Xihe said "Oh?", looked at him strangely, and asked back: "This is my place, why should I leave?"

This time, Fanyou was really stunned, for the first time since coming here, he took a serious look at this little girl who was about the same age as his daughter.

Thin eyebrows and bright eyes, a beautiful nose and red lips, skin as white as jade, a simple white T-shirt, the hem of the T-shirt is tucked into high-waisted jeans, which outlines a slender waist, and a pair of slender straight legs are particularly eye-catching.

Fan You's eyes swept from top to bottom, and finally landed on Xie Xihe's face again. When he met those eyes that were as clean as glass, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, making his heart feel unreasonable. He jumped a beat faster, and his brows furrowed fiercely: "Who the hell are you?!"

Xie Xihe laughed, contemptuously and mockingly, and said unhurriedly: "I've been looking for me for so long, and now I'm standing in front of you, why are you asking me who I am?"

"Is this what your Sanskrit people call belief, piety?" Xie Xihe hooked his lips, his eyebrows and eyes raised slightly showing evil, "so devout that you can't even feel the power of the most revered holy blood?"

Eyebrows sharpened suddenly, Xie Xihe shot towards Fanyou like an arrow, and with his red lips slightly lifted, two words fell heavily: "Kneel down!"

The sound of shouting with overwhelming momentum fell, and the power of the golden holy blood suddenly lit up, lighting up the entire Saintess Hall in an instant, and continued to spread down the Saintess Peak at an extremely fast speed!

In just a few breaths, it attracted the attention of all Sanskrit people.

Some people are amazed, some are puzzled, some are excited, and some are depressed...

But as the golden light scattered, a coercion originating from the bloodline soul emerged, making everyone's hearts tremble, and they knelt down subconsciously, welcoming their lord saint with the most pious gesture.

Even if the ethnic groups separated by several mountains were like this, the feelings of Fan You and others who were less than ten meters away from Xie Xi and the opposite side became more clear and profound.

The power of the holy blood, that is the power that all ethnic groups with Sanskrit blood can't resist, it is not something that anyone can hold on to.

The people behind Fanyou knelt down on the ground immediately, and Fanyou only lasted for five breaths, and finally his legs gave way, and his knees fell heavily on the ground.

His complexion became extremely ugly in an instant!

how many years?

How many years had he not been humiliated like this?

19 years ago, Fan Jingyun returned to the clan as a traitor, and even the lineage of the patriarch was subjected to countless doubts and exclusion.

After some fighting, all the elders of the previous patriarch finally abdicated.

Ten patriarch candidates headed by Fan Yao competed for the position of the new patriarch.

Although he lost to Fan Yao in the final by half a stroke and missed the position of patriarch, but as the second elder of the Sanskrit clan and the leader of all elders, he has led the five elders and elders behind him over the years. Fan Yao stood against each other, and his status even faintly surpassed that of Fan Yao!
Whether on the surface or in the heart, no one dared to say harsh words to him again, let alone kneel in front of a little girl in such a humiliating gesture!
Fanyou's breathing gradually became heavy.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Xihe finally put away his power, the golden light dissipated, and everyone was finally able to breathe, but they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, their heads almost touched their chests.

Xie Xihe's gaze fell on Fanyou again, and with the same sloppy voice as before, he said, "Now, do the Vatican people think I'm good enough to give her confidence?"

Fanyou's chest heaved slightly, and he gritted his teeth before choking out a sentence: "I don't know if the Holy Maiden is from the Hui family, I'm overstepping!"

　I'm tired of writing, I'm here today, and I'll continue to make up tomorrow, good night, babies

　　
　
(End of this chapter)