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"How many of you really insulted this Mr. Lu?"

Nangong Chuzhen asked some security guards.

A few security guards headed by a beard, saw that the eldest son actually used an honorific title for this boy, and several guest elders looked at this young man with fear and awe, but also respect and awe, so they all knew who this boy was.

Haicheng Lu Qinglian.

No. 1 in Haicheng's practice world.

No. [-] on the Qianlong list, No. [-] Qianlong in China.

Killed their second son and injured their eldest son.

He is the life and death enemy of the Nangong family.

Although they are very young, they are on the same level as their master.

Words follow the law and cross the world.

What he said just now was indeed not rude.

It was only natural for him to call their master by his first name.

Conversely, if they dare to insult such a big man, that is the real death.

This lord, not to mention just wounding them, even killed them directly, the Nangong family didn't dare to make a fuss about such a trivial matter.

No matter how great the lord's enmity with the Nangong family is, it's all at the level of their master.

As servants, they must respect such characters.

This is Grandmaster Rulong.

As long as your strength reaches this level, even your enemy must respect you.

"Eldest son...we...we really don't know this lord in front of us...this lord is Lord Qinglian from Haicheng..."

The bearded man wailed.

Several other security guards also hurriedly begged for mercy.

Fortunately, Lu Chen is the Nangong family's enemy. If they were friends, Nangong Chuzhen would definitely kill them because of their negligence just now.

But even enemies, Nangong Chuzhen had to teach them a lesson.

Of course it was not to please Lu Chen, but to maintain the face of their Nangong family.

"Your Excellency... It's true that my Nangong family is out of courtesy. I can ask these dogs to apologize to you. You have already taught them a lesson, so there is no need to kill them all, right?"

Nangong Chuzhen looked at Lu Chen and said tentatively.

In order to maintain the face of the Nangong family for thousands of years, even if he didn't want to, he had to do it.

"Nangong Chuzhen, don't worry, I won't care about like this kind of ants."

Lu Chen waved his hand, took out another bottle of elixir from his arms, and threw it to the bearded man:

"This is the Xiao Huan Dan I made by myself. You can eat it separately. After a while, the injuries on your body will be healed. It's just that you will have a longer memory in the future. Don't look down on others. After all, not everyone follows I'm just as magnanimous."

The bearded man waited for a group of security guards, and quickly thanked them.

By doing this, Lu Chen gave them a break.

They must be thanked.

At the same time, I can feel from the bottom of my heart that this Haicheng Lu Qinglian is indeed not an ordinary person, and just this amount of stomach is not what ordinary people can have.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing at my Nangong's house?"

Nangong Chuzhen asked again.

It's not that he's afraid of Lu Chen. With the background of the Nangong family, they are capable of keeping him at any cost.

But this kid has already accepted his father's challenge, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke, the Nangong family has no reason to do it.

There are rules in the practice world.

Although it is not on the table, everyone must abide by it.

Lu Chen said lightly:

"Nangong Chuzhen, in such a big Nangong family, no one is qualified to talk to me except your father, so I refuse to answer your question."

"This……"

Nangong Chuzhen's complexion changed from red to white.

Awkward.

When Lu Chen said that, it was tantamount to slapping him in the face in front of the entire Nangong family.

The subtext is:

Boy, do you have the strength to talk to me, and you don't have any compulsion in your heart?

Very ashamed and angry.

However, there was no way to refute it.

Because what Lu Chen said was true.

In such a large Nangong family, apart from his father, there is indeed no practitioner at the same level as him.

At this moment, a voice was heard, like Hong Zhong Dalu, deafening:

"Zhen'er, when young brother Qinglian came to visit, I, Nangong servant, naturally have to entertain him warmly. Let's bring young brother Qinglian here. I'm listening to Chao Ting for my father. I've prepared a banquet for my father, and I'm calling all the direct descendants of the Nangong family to accompany the guests. My Nangong family has thousands of years of experience, how can I lose my etiquette?"

Can't see the person, only hear the voice.

It is the means of sound transmission for thousands of miles of celestial beings and martial arts.

"The child obeys."

Nangong Chuzhen cupped his hands and looked at Lu Chen:

"Your Excellency, please!"

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10 minute later.

Lu Chen followed Nangong Chuzhen to the embankment of an artificial lake inside the manor.

In front of it is a large lake stretching hundreds of acres.

There is a pavilion in the lake, and the word Tingchao is written on it.

Southeast China has been rich and prosperous since ancient times, and there are many gardens.

But all the manors of big families basically have inner lakes.

As the number one martial arts family in Jiangdong, the Nangong family's manor naturally has an inner lake, and it is extraordinarily large, covering an area of ​​more than 300 mu, even larger than that of the Wei family in Haicheng.

Under the Tide Tide Pavilion, at this moment Zhuo Li is a tall middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back, in black clothes like ink, looking at the shore, with a magnificent bearing.

It was the Patriarch of the Nangong family, No. 1 in Jiangdong Budo, Nangong Pushe, the sage of martial arts.

He looked at Lu Chen, and Lu Chen naturally saw him too.

The two looked at each other across the lake, but they didn't engage in any momentum competition.

Obviously, both of them knew that now was not the time for a big war.

Now that the war has been declared, the huge conflict can only be resolved together in the battle of West Lake more than ten days later.

The embankment is more than 300 meters away from Tide Tide Pavilion, but there is no road to pass through.

At this moment, many direct descendants of the Nangong family, including dozens of Keqing elders, have also arrived. They are going to take a small boat from here to Tingchao Pavilion.

The boats vary in size. Naturally, these people occupy the big boats first, leaving Lu Chen with a tattered wooden boat.

"Your Excellency, please."

Nangong Chuzhen waved his hand, signaling Lu Chen to get on the small wooden boat.

"This boat is too small for me."

Lu Chen directly refused.

"Then I'm sorry Master Qinglian, there is only this small wooden boat now."

Nangong Chuzhen sneered.

He didn't dare to confront Lu Chen directly, so he could only deal with Lu Chen in these small places.

Lu Chen naturally knew it well.

But in my heart I disdain it.

No wonder this person can't cultivate his own martial arts true meaning.

With such capacity and layout, he cannot stand on the stage.

The Nangong family, the number one martial arts family in Jiangdong, is nothing more than that.

"From here to Tingchao Pavilion, you don't have to take a boat."

Lu Chen smiled faintly.

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, he actually stepped into the lake.

He treads very slowly.

It seems that the bottom is not a lake with a depth of more than ten meters, but flat ground.

When a warrior has reached a certain level of cultivation, he can fly to the sky, but it needs to accumulate momentum, relying on the burst of tyrannical true energy to stir up the air and generate up and down buoyancy to counteract gravity.

That is, the rules of physics need to be obeyed.

Only when one's cultivation has reached the realm of heaven and man can one break the rules of physics. Raising one's hand is supernatural power, and raising one's foot is the law.

And everyone knows that Lu Chen is not a celestial warrior.

In terms of martial arts realm alone, he actually only has the second innate realm.

That's why Nangong Chuzhen made things difficult for him.

Let him take a broken wooden boat.

Of course he can step on the water without sitting down, but in this way, his shoes and even the bottom of his trousers will definitely be wet by the water and become extremely embarrassing.

When he passed by, no matter what he talked about with his father, he would lose his momentum first.

Lu Chen didn't gather momentum.

No burst of true energy.

Just stepped into the lake.

Then he must fall into the water.

This is basic common sense.

Everyone stared intently, thinking, has this kid lost his mind?

Could it be that he still wants to swim there?

This is too funny.

Could it be that he was going to talk to Patriarch Nangong with his whole body wet like a drowned rat?

result--

To everyone's surprise.

Lu Chen didn't fall into the water.

He just stood on the water.

It was as if he was treading not water but the ground.

He smiled slightly, with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold, his posture elegant, and he walked slowly towards Tingchao Pavilion.

One step, two steps.

It walks with great charm.

It's like an exiled immortal drinking all the romance, like a celestial being ascending to the sky.

Every time you take a step, there will be slight ripples on the water surface, and then the water will surge up, and one after another crystal clear lotus will begin.

rub rub-

Lu Chen stepped on one after another, stepping on the water like flat ground, and countless lotus flowers gradually bloomed.

Everyone was dumbfounded watching this scene.

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