Legend of the Asura

Tiansha Fengyun's face was gloomy, Xiaoyue frowned, Nangong sisters exclaimed, the whole body trembled mercilessly, and more people's reactions were unbearable and fearful, but no one dared to speak out, because they were afraid of what would happen. If you offend Shura, you will be the next to cry blood without a name. Who would dare to touch his inverse scales when he could carry out such inhumane insults without fear of system punishment.

Only Fengyao, whose heart is usually as soft as water, is eerily quiet in the face of this situation. There was no trace of pity or blame in those blurred eyes, as if everything should be...even, not enough.

Weeping Blood Kuangdao took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: If our young master has offended you, I would like to apologize to you on his behalf, please let my young master go first... Bullying the weak is not what a real man means.

Bullying the weak!? Weeping Blood Knife never thought that this sentence would completely arouse his anger. Feng Xiao withdrew the Shura thorn, kicked Weeping Xue Wuming on the head, and kicked his body flying, hitting the barrier around the arena, the blood tank was cleared, and the corpse slowly fell against the transparent barrier. It was quickly taken away by a burst of white light.

What kind of reincarnation, bullshit! Get lost!

The voice of disdain pierced through the heart like a poisonous arrow, and the faces of more than a hundred people who rushed out of the auditorium crying blood reincarnation were extremely ugly. Weeping Blood Knife dared not look directly at the cold gaze, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted: Let's go!

The white light flickered frequently, and the crowd gathered in front of the stage quickly disappeared. Their face was disgraced, their leader was humiliated, and they no longer had the face to stay in this arena.

snort!

The entire arena was eerily quiet, except for Shura's faint cold hum before he disappeared, lingering in his ears for a long time as if possessing a huge magical power.

One minute later, a post with a high hit rate appeared on Samsara's forum: Weeping Blood Without a Name - the first player in Samsara to be kicked to death.

Long Wei, who watched the game with a calm face, stood up, raised his sword eyebrows a few times, Go and find out what grudge Shura has with the Beiming family.

It's hard. Uncle Wang answered truthfully. Even Shura's real identity can't be known, it's really hard to find out. Perhaps the only way to get it is to find out all the possible enemies of the Beiming family over the years.

Do your best. Long Wei waved his hands helplessly. He cannot control the world of reincarnation.

………………

ah!!!!

The sound of items being smashed and the beast-like roar made the servants of Beiming's family tremble with fear. They didn't dare to take a breath. A calm-faced man stood beside a middle-aged man expressionlessly, looking at Seeing the young master throwing all kinds of things like a madman, his heart is far less peaceful than it appears on the surface.

Enough! The majestic middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice was not loud, but there was a hint of coercion and irresistibility in his thick voice. His name is Beimingtang, the head of the Beiming Patriarch of the previous generation, because he didn't like being entangled in housework, he entrusted everything to his son early on.

A faint sentence made Beiming Chongyun's whole body tremble, and he slowly slumped to the ground, panting violently, his eyes gleaming with hate radiating the light of a poisonous snake.

Bei Mingtang stood up slowly, walked in front of him, looked at his son with disheveled hair and no temperament with expressionless face, his bright eyes flashed with disappointment and regret, and he raised his right hand high.

Snapped!

Beiming Kuangdao was taken aback, but finally he couldn't hold back and stepped forward to say something. Growing up with Beiming Chongyun, it was the first time he saw him being slapped by his father.

This slap completely blinded Beiming Chongyun, and it took him a long time to turn his head back, staring blankly at his father with a cloudy face.

Look at your current appearance!! Shura in the game can beat you to such a state, what qualifications do you have to succeed me as the Patriarch of Beiming Family!! Shura is right, you are a waste!! I Beiming Mingtang doesn’t have a son like you!!” Bei Mingtang’s chest heaved violently due to extreme anger, and his clenched hands crackled.

His father's voice rang in his ears like thunder, and his eyes finally had focus, seeing his father's red eyes that were burning with anger and extremely disappointed eyes, he yelled violently: I'm not a waste! I'm not trash!

Not trash!? Then you stand up for me, and then use your own ability to defeat the person who humiliated you! Instead of venting here like a dog that has been beaten and disabled!!!

...

A dog that was beaten and maimed... His father's words made Beiming Chongyun's heart feel as if thousands of steel needles were pierced in an instant.

Supporting the ground, he stood up with difficulty, several sharp shards of glass pierced into the palm of his hand, drawing deep bleeding wounds, but he didn't seem to notice it. The eyes and voice are even more calm and disturbing: Dad... don't worry, I, Beiming Chongyun, will definitely get back today's shame a thousand times and a thousand times.

The look in his eyes at this moment made Beimingtang seem to see a wild wolf ready to go. He patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, turned around and said, Kuang Dao, take Chong'er to bandage him immediately.

Beiming Kuangdao quickly agreed, and rushed over to hold his arm. From the moment Bei Ming stood up to the cloud, he vaguely felt that he had changed...from being frivolous and flamboyant, to being prepared to be tolerant and ruthless.

...

After venting recklessly, Feng Xiao's mood suddenly felt much better, and the resentment that had been silent in his heart also dissipated a little. After staying with Shui Rourou for a while, he walked out of the hall, leaning on a thick hall pillar at the door and looking at Chen Binger by the pool. Because of her approach, the bubbling, softly steaming pool was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Thinking of your little sister Bing'er? Feng Yao walked to his side, leaning lightly on his body. For the whole afternoon, they seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not mention the matter of the martial arts meeting.

Feng Xiao smiled slightly, without denying, Is there really no room for redemption between Bing'er and her father?

Feng Yao was silent for a while, and looked at the ice sculpture beauty by the pool with beautiful eyes: Her hatred for her father has been deeply rooted for so many years, it is too difficult to change, and... She looked at him and smiled softly: Is there any man she can depend on more than her elder brother? If there is really one person who can melt the ice between her and her father, that person must be elder brother.

This answer did not surprise Feng Xiao. He could vaguely feel Chen Binger's attachment to him, and he had thought about what Feng Yao said several times.

What about Duanmu Yiren? Are you imprisoning her at home? Feng Xiao asked another question. He felt a little bit regretful that he agreed to her absurd request in the heat of the moment yesterday. Once she is connected to the home, everything about her will be exposed.

Brother will take care of it. Feng Yao kissed him lightly on the face, and trotted away: I'm going to see sister Rourou.

Alas, a moth to the flame... You should have realized that you have been imprisoned. Touching the place where the faint fragrance remained on his face, Feng Xiao said to himself, deciding that the future of the Duanmuyi people is very long. Fate for a while.

If they move, where should they go... Yaoer and Ruoruo's freedom, how to regain it. Feng Xiao sighed helplessly, he had to face too many things.

Round of 16 matches:

Morning: Maple Leaf Rage vs Chi Yan Demon Fire, Knife vs Doomsday Hand, Miehun vs Weeping Blood Knife, Avenger vs Magic Wolf - Madness. Afternoon: Xiaotian Yijian vs Bing, Cosmic Invincible Good Baby vs Lianfengyaomeng, Hate the Sky vs Chiyan Fentian, Tiansha Fengyun vs Shura.

Feng Xiao glanced casually. As early as when the list of the top 32 was announced, he had already guessed that the battle list was close to ten. On the eighth day of the Martial Arts Conference, that is, tomorrow, the top sixteen competitions will be held simultaneously in all major theaters around the world. In the morning, the Huaxia District will compete in the top 16 competition for promotion to District B, and in the afternoon for the top 16 competition for promotion to District A. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the morning and afternoon games were obviously not on the same level.

This top sixteen list is by no means the real top sixteen, Feng Xiao already has a most correct strength ranking in his heart.

After coaxing Rourou to sleep, it was past ten o'clock in the evening when Feng Xiao went offline, and the two girls had already showered and went to bed. The dinner on the table was still steaming slightly.

Tomorrow, another member who shouldn't appear may be added... Forget it, let's take it as compensation for her. After all, I may have ruined her life.

After dinner, Feng Xiao stood on the balcony, his mind was scattered...Does it really have to be moved? Unless it was a last resort, he really didn't want to make such a choice. Because in this small villa, there are too many memories that he cannot part with.

Feng Xiao leaped lightly, through the half-open window on the balcony and jumped into the room of the two girls, without making a single sound when he landed.

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