Master Sheng, Ma’am, She Became Popular All Over the World with Her Fortune-telling Skills

  Chapter 621 Fighting against power (second update)

  Xie Xihe raised his eyebrows: "So I have to thank you, thank you for thinking about me?"

  Fanyou: "Subordinates dare not."

  The downcast eyebrows blocked the calculating light in his eyes.

  The return of the saint is a great joy for the entire Sanskrit tribe, but if the saint is completely out of the control of the Sanskrit tribe and acts willfully and arrogantly, then the great joy will become a great disaster.

   No matter who it is, they will not want to see this happen.

  Once this happens, without him doing anything, everyone will spontaneously stand against Xie Xihe, either find a way to suppress her, or deprive her of the holy blood in her body!

  No matter what kind of result, Fanyou is willing to promote and see.

  The atmosphere at the scene became more and more tense, everyone was looking at Xie Xihe, waiting for her to give an answer.

  Even Fanjingyun, Fanyao and Fantian were no exception, looking at her worriedly.

  However, they are different from other people. In their hearts, they don't want Xie Xihe to back down, because if there is one concession, there will be a second, third, or even countless times.

   In this way, Xie Xihe went back to Fan Jingyun's old path, and their hard work for so many years was in vain.

  If you don’t back down, what can you do?

  They could care less about fame and power, but they couldn't care less about her life.

   Once the saintess is deprived of her blood, there is only one person left to die.

  Noticing the worried gazes of the three people, Xie Xihe tilted his head, gave them a comforting smile, and then turned his attention to Fanyou.

They didn't let him get up, so they just looked at him condescendingly and said: "The old man of the second clan is right. Although the old man of the third clan offended me, he didn't succeed and he was severely injured by me. It can be regarded as being deserved." Some have been punished, and it is really inappropriate to punish him for offending the saint."

   Said indifferently: "Since that's the case, let me stop here."

  Fanyou didn't expect her to compromise, and felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that some things could not be rushed, so he smiled and said: "The saint is magnanimous, I thank the saint for Fanmin."

  Paused, the smile became more gentle: "Since you have decided not to pursue it, then please take action to heal the wounds of the elders of the three clans."

   "Cure?" Xie Xihe smiled, "You want me to treat his wound?"

   "That's right." Fanyou didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his request, and nodded seriously, "It is the duty of a saint to protect the people and save them from danger."

"Whether right or wrong, Fanmin is a Sanskrit, or an elder of Sanskrit. Now he is seriously injured. If he doesn't have the holy blood to continue his life, he may not last for a few days." He raised his head, determined Looking at Xie Xihe, he didn't hide the malice in his eyes this time, and said, "Only you can save him."

   This aggressive and confident person, Fan Yao's violent temper can't hold back in an instant!

   "Help, save! Save your mother! Believe it or not, Fanyou, I will kill him right now! Chop him up and feed it to the dogs! Then we will see how you can save him!"

  Fan Yao brought him here to seek justice for his sister, but that bastard, Fan You, wanted his niece to save the **** with holy blood, how could he bear it? !

   Immediately, he pulled out his spear and stabbed Fan Min, and he really wanted to kill him!

   "The patriarch is not allowed!"

   There was a sound of exclamation, and after a bang, the spear in Fan Yao's hand was thrown away.

  Fan Yao sneered, and when he was about to continue to shoot, he noticed the weapon that opened his spear—a bronze mirror.

   What else can it be if it is not the Sanskrit treasure, the Sanskrit Mirror?

  Fan Yao's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he looked at Xie Xihe in shock: "You..."

  Xie Xihe took back the Fanjing slowly, and said calmly, "Since I said I'm going to stop here, that's the end of it. Why is uncle getting angry over a dog?"

  Glancing at him, he said seriously: "Irritable and irritable, poor self-control, uncle, you are suffering from stagnation of liver qi. It needs to be cured. I will show you later."

  Fan Yao: "..."

   Slapped his face fiercely, and said expressionlessly: "Then I can thank you."

  Xie Xihe bent his lips and smiled: "You're welcome."

  She put away the bronze mirror, waved her hand and said: "Okay, isn't it just to save people, I will save it."

   After saying that, he raised his hands and made his handprints unhurriedly. He was really ready to save people with the holy blood.

  Fanyou frowned fiercely, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

   At this time, Duan Chengxian, who hadn't said a word since going up the mountain, suddenly raised his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Wait a minute."

   Xie Xihe smiled across his eyes, and stopped what he was doing as he said.

  Fanyou noticed something flashed in his heart, but he couldn't catch it. He could only forcefully smile and look at Duan Chengxian, and said, "Today, I let Mr. Duan read a joke. I wonder what advice Mr. Duan can give you?"

  Duan Chengxian's face was cold, he glanced at him, and said indifferently: "I don't have any advice, I just think that you Sanskrit elders can't escape death, so why waste the holy blood of the saint?"

  Fanyou's face changed, and he couldn't maintain his smile: "Mr. Duan, what do you mean?"

  Grandmaster Duan Chengxian's five-hundred-year-old power suddenly emerged, and Fan You, who was already kneeling, was directly pressed to the ground, and all the powerful Sanskrit tribes were also lowered.

  His voice was like a bell, resounding through the mountain peak: "It means that anyone who dares to insult my founder lineage will only die!"

   "Even the elders of the three clans of your Sanskrit clan are no exception!"

   "The internal accounts of your Sanskrit clan have been settled, so now it's time to settle the accounts of the Sanskrit clan and me, Duan Chengxian!"

  Everyone was shocked and looked at Duan Chengxian in shock, completely unable to understand what he meant by these words!

  Duan Chengxian had already restrained his aura, turned his head to look at Xie Xihe, his face was no longer cold and angry, and he waved to her with gentleness and pity: "Xi'er, come here."

  Xie Xihe couldn't be obedient, so he walked forward as he said.

From an angle that no one could see, he glared at Xie Xihe angrily, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The reason for making such a fuss with you is to lure me here, and wait for me here What?! Are you plotting against me?"

  Xie Xihe also kept his voice extremely low, and said with a smile in his eyes: "It's not a calculation, it's a trick for the wisher to take the bait."

   A laid-back look: "Just say you will support me?"

  Duan Chengxian looked at her rascal look, he was so angry and funny, why didn't he realize that this girl had such a side before thinking about it in his heart?

   But who told this to be his apprentice's baby bump? What can he do?

   Get used to it!

  Duan Chengxian's face turned serious, and suddenly he stared at Xie Xihe's face in shock and distress, and said, "Xi'er, are you injured? Was it Fan Min who did it?"

   "Don't worry, Master will definitely seek justice for you!"

See you tonight

  (end of this chapter)