Yama arrives

Xue Pingyuan was practicing swords in the yard, preparing for tomorrow's life-and-death battle. Although he did not take Du Yun seriously, he would not take it lightly.

Boom!

Hearing the old housekeeper's report, Xue Pingyuan was shocked, and the Bayuan knife in his hand fell to the ground.

In the night, the blade flickered coldly, extremely sharp, just like Xue Pingyuan's eyes that wanted to kill someone.

"Can you say that again."

The old butler was trembling with fright, and tremblingly said: "Patriarch! I have confirmed with Dong's family that there is indeed a fire. They said that tomorrow's marriage will be cancelled, and the specific time will be discussed separately."

"Bastard!" Xue Pingyuan sank to the bottom of his feet, the bluestone under his feet cracked, and the old housekeeper felt that the ground was shaking: "Marriage is a trifling matter, can you change it if you say it on the big day?"

After hesitating for a while, the old housekeeper said bravely: "Patriarch! Maybe it's God's will. I heard that Dong Fangxu was crippled, and now he is an ordinary person. He is not worthy of the eldest lady, and the eldest lady has her own heart. Just don't force her."

The old butler watched Xue Xiaoqing grow up, and seeing that the eldest lady didn't eat or drink recently, he felt very uncomfortable.He also made an exception this afternoon and asked the eldest lady to make a phone call, which shows how much he loves Xue Xiaoqing.

"Don't blame me for being rude to you if you dare to say such nonsense again."

Xue Pingyuan said angrily: "I, Xue Pingyuan, a majestic sage king, what I said and the water I poured out, since Xiaoqing is already engaged to Dong Fangxu, this matter cannot be changed, unless that kid from the Dong family dies."

"Also, that little bastard surnamed Du will die by my sword tomorrow. You got Xiaoqing to be with him. Do you want Xiaoqing to be a widow?"

The old housekeeper quickly waved his hand: "Don't dare! Everything is obeyed by the Patriarch's instructions."

2019.1.3

Five p.m.

Du Yun and Xue Pingyuan had a decisive battle in Ziqing Mountain, the capital city.

At 04:30, a crowd of martial arts practitioners gathered at the foot of the mountain.

These people mainly came to watch Xue Shengwang hang and beat Du Yun.

"I've always heard about Holy King Xue's name, but I've never seen a real person. Thinking that I'll be able to meet Holy King Xue himself in a short while, I'm so excited right now."

"I heard that the person who was challenged by Holy King Xue was a junior in his early twenties. How can this kind of rookie be the opponent of Holy King Xue? I don't know why Holy King Xue has lost his status and wants to challenge that junior."

"Have you heard that there was a fire at Dong's house last night, and half of the old house was burned down?"

"I have specifically inquired about this matter. It was not an accidental fire at all, but someone deliberately went to Dong's house to make trouble. After defeating Dong Mingshu, the Dong's house was burned down."

"Damn it! How come I don't know about such explosive news? Who is the senior who broke into Dong's house? Even Dong Shengwang was defeated."

"Have you heard of Senior Zhutou? He never shows his face to others, and always appears wearing a piggy headgear. It is said that he is the head of a certain sect in Jiangbei. It is unexpected. Jiangbei, a place of decadent martial arts, would appear. A strong respect like Senior Zhutou."

The waiting time is tedious.

Everyone naturally chatted about the gossip in the warrior circle.

At this moment, a gust of wind surged.

Everyone felt as if something was flying over their heads, and looked up subconsciously, all showing shocked expressions.

"What is that black shadow? It's so fast!"

"Sage King Xue is here!"

"Damn it! Is this the strength of the Holy Spirit Realm Qiangzun? It's unmatched just by appearing on the stage."

After a while.

On the empty Ziqing Mountain, there was a figure.

Xue Pingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering with the wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

The crowd at the bottom of the mountain has exploded.

Looking at the Chinese Martial Arts, the bosses who can step into the Holy Spirit Realm are like phoenix feathers. In the eyes of these warriors, Xue Shengwang is like a big star in the eyes of ordinary people, with a high status and popularity.

"It's already 55:[-], why haven't you seen that junior show up?"

"Heh! I guess that guy didn't dare to come, otherwise he would be tortured in front of the small half of Huaxia's warrior circle."

"Since you don't dare to come, what's the fight? How about making fun of everyone?"

As the time approached five o'clock, the discussion among the crowd became more and more intense.

At this time, at the end of the crowd surrounding the eighth floor and the eighth floor, a young man in white sportswear came slowly, he patted the man standing at the back, and said with a smile: "Please let me go. "

The man came late and could only stand at the back and wait and see. He was already in a depressed mood, but when he saw that someone wanted to jump in line, he immediately scolded: "Why do you let me go, look at the back."

The young man became angry: "I'm here to fight, you don't let me go up, what a fart you are!"

soon.

The crowd gave way to a golden road.

Du Yun took a stroll in the courtyard, as if he was on a tour.

"Damn it! This is the kid who is fighting. This way of playing is too low. You don't need to compare to know that he lost."

"I thought that even if Saint King Xue beat a rookie in this fight, the rookie would be able to withstand it for at least a minute or two. Now it seems that under the palm of Saint King Xue, the rookie will undoubtedly die."

"The most shameful thing in life is to give way to this kid."

Du Yun heard the scolding all the way.

He was not angry, but sneered in his heart, a group of uninformed guys, brother, this is called preserving strength, understand?

Fortunately, Ziqing Mountain is not high.

When Du Yun walked to the top of the mountain step by step, it was exactly five o'clock.

"Old Xue, it's quite early." Du Yun greeted.

Xue Pingyuan almost failed, and stared at Du Yun coldly: "Call me senior."

"Predecessors are exempted. I can call you Old Xue because of Xiaoqing. You old man is stubborn, and you don't repay your favor. To put it bluntly, you are a rascal."

Xue Pingyuan's blood surged, and a coercion shot out from his body: "Stinky boy! What qualifications do you have to teach me? You know what you have done to Xiaoqing best in your heart. If you want to talk to you, you can do it."

There are groups of warriors at the foot of the mountain.

Xue Pingyuan didn't want to talk about his daughter much.

Du Yun suddenly asked: "You and Dong Mingshu, who is stronger?"