After knowing that the young man in front of him turned out to be the Holy Son of Void Spirit Holy Land, Qin Yichen no longer needed to inquire about other things.


    Because this title is enough to explain everything.


    Ying Xinghui, being able to sit in the position of Void Spirit Holy Land Holy Son is enough to show his strength.


    “Ying Holy Son, this is Taihao’s Quasi-Saint, Qin Yichen.”


    Beiling introduced him by his side, but he lacked interest. Soon, he moved to Feng Qianxue, “That girl is the Owner of Feng Martial Spirit!”


    “Oh.”


    Ying Xinghui turned his gaze here. It fell on Feng Qianxue, who was half-hidden behind Qin Yichen, only at the first glance, his gaze was attracted.


    As the Holy Son of Void Spirit Holy Land, those women with Heavenly Immortal and Goddess auras, he has seen too many, and may feel fresh at first, but after a long time, I don’t think so. As it is.


    However, the girl in front of him made him shine.


    The beauty of the girl is almost unreal, the oval face is as white as mutton jade, the eyebrows are curved, the eyes are like black gems, the beautiful nose is very curled, the red lips are little bit, the teeth are crystal clear, and the hair is beautiful. Guanghua is like silk.


    She has a pretty figure, standing there, blooming like a divine lotus, and her skin radiant. The whole person is perfect, even the long skirt can hardly conceal its hazy curves.


    Such a young girl is really like Fairy coming out of that picture scroll, and her smiles are so shocking.


    Even though, she has a slight anger on her pretty face at this time, but she shows another kind of beauty, and people can’t help but want to get close to her and take care of her.


    Just looking at Ying Xinghui, Bei Ling knew in his heart that the Holy Son of the Void Spirit Holy Land was fascinated.


    Moreover, what fascinates Ying Xinghui is not Feng Qianxue’s amazing Martial Spirit, but her fairy-like appearance.


    “hehe!”


    The corner of Bei Ling’s mouth showed a smile of conspiracy.


    Qin Yichen’s eyes are getting colder.


    He didn’t expect that Beiling would be such a narrow person, who even ignored his own Holy Land interests.


    If you offend Qin Yichen, then, the fusion pill matter will definitely be stranded on his Holy Land. However, Beiling ignores these things.


    Perhaps, this Beiling innate talent is extraordinary, but in terms of temperament, he is definitely not a qualified Holy Son.


    “This girl, Ying Xinghui is here.”


    Ying Xinghui spoke to Feng Qianxue behind Qin Yichen, and she also appeared modest and polite, an upright gentleman. The appearance, not at all.


    However, his action is undoubtedly a direct ignorance of Qin Yichen standing there.


    Of course, in his mind, Qin Yichen is just a Holy Land Quasi-Saint that he has never heard of. Why is it worth his attention? !


    Although they both have the title of Holy Son, their identity is huge difference!


    Qin Yichen not at all talked, but he took a step sideways, just covering Feng Qianxue.


    His such a small gesture made the smile on De Ying Xinghui’s face a little stiff.


    This is undoubtedly not giving him face!


    Moreover, it can even be regarded as provoking him!


    Ying Xinghui’s face was obviously displeased.


    In his opinion, what Qin Yichen did was act recklessly!


    Beiling finally smiled.


    He laughed at Qin Yichen’s overestimate one’s capabilities.


    Although Ying Xinghui would not do anything to Qin Yichen in this Saint Tian City, but out of this Saint Tian City, that is unknown.


    Ying Xinghui can photograph the position of Holy Son, which shows that he is definitely not a soft-hearted person!


    Void Spirit Holy Land, as the top eight Great Holy Land, is there no one with innate talent comparable to Ying Xinghui?


    This is definitely not true.


    “You are that…Qin…what did Qin come from?”


    Ying Xinghui deserves to be a Void Spirit Holy Land Holy Son, and soon he reacted, the corner of his mouth With a playful smile, he said slowly.


    “Qin Yichen.”


    Beiling said beside him.


    “Oh, yes, Qin Yichen.”


    The smile on Ying Xinghui’s face makes people shudder. The few people behind him know that this is Ying Xing. Hui’s expression when he moved the killing intent.


    Suddenly, they looked towards Qin Yichen as if they were looking at a dead person.


    “It can be seen that this Qin Holy Son is extraordinary, and it is not comparable to ordinary people.”


    In Ying Xinghui’s mouth, not at all appeared to suppress Qin Yichen, on the contrary , Praised it.


    Of course, he can use his identity to suppress Qin Yichen, but that is actually a very bad identity.


    Especially, when he saw that Qin Yichen was only a high-end Sovereign Realm, there was a deep disdain in his eyes.


    A Sovereign Realm high-level Holy Land that can do Quasi-Saint land, he doesn’t even bother to call its Holy Land.


    “That’s, it seems that Qin Holy Son is just as young as a teenager, so he has such an achievement, and it will definitely be limitless in the future…”


    The people behind him also followed for a while Flattered.


    “Are you finished?”


    In the face of these flattering sounds, Qin Yichen’s expression remained unchanged, but said indifferently.


    His indifferent tone caused those flattering voices to stop suddenly, and a pair of eyes looked at him in amazement and surprise.


    Regardless of whether they are sincere or fake, they are all flattering. The tone of Qin Yichen gives them the feeling that they are clown.


    “When you are finished, let me trouble you, I have something else.”


    They were silent, but Qin Yichen spoke again, then, bypassing them, moved towards the gate of the treasure area go with.


    Ying Xinghui stood there for a long time without moving.


    However, the smile on his face was stiff.


    He, Holy Son of Void Spirit Holy Land, Ying Xinghui, for the first time in history, was ignored!


    “bastard!”


    The anger behind him wanted to capture Qin Yichen.


    “Interesting…”


    Ying Xinghui spoke, and his voice was calm, but a frightening cold light flashed in his eyes.


    Qin Yichen’s reaction was indeed beyond his expectations.


    He really hasn’t met someone who knows his identity and can treat him so indifferently.


    Unless, that person’s identity can be equal to him.


    However, Qin Yichen obviously does not have the equivalent of him.


    However, Qin Yichen’s performance is even more indifferent than when people who are equal to him face him.


    After all, for those who are equal to him, he Ying Xinghui is definitely their thorny opponent, and they must also take it seriously, but Qin Yichen is completely complete Ignore him.


    Just as he treated Qin Yichen before.


    This is a kind of contempt!


    It is contempt for people who are not equal!


    “hahaha…”


    Ying Xinghui laughed out loud, but in the eyes of everyone, the smile seemed a bit hideous and terrifying, making their hair and bones cold.


    Such Ying Xinghui is the most terrifying.


    At the same time, they knew that Ying Xinghui would never let Qin Yichen go.


    No one can humiliate him so absolutely unrestrained Ying Xinghui!