"How dare you, the uncle of the city lord's family?"

As soon as Han Ming drank, the depression in his heart roared out.

"How dare you?"

Yu Wenhao smiled quietly and stood shoulder to shoulder with Han Ming.

Looking at Yan Tianfeng, he has already sat down.

He didn't say anything, he was thinking to himself, and his expression made it clear: Jump, you continue to jump, and I will kill you after you finish.

He didn't interfere.

I just want to see how much the husband my daughter talks about weighs, what his origins are, and what kind of honor his mask is.

As for cleaning up the people in the two cities, he was not in a hurry at all.

In the city lord's palace, with just one order, they can be captured in an instant.

Leave? Don’t even leave.

Forgetting about the two old men in Gucheng, they raised their hands again, as if they were no longer prepared to take care of it. The steps had been demolished, so they could just take care of the yarn and watch the show in peace.

There are also good shows.

To be honest, they also want to see what the city lord's uncle is really capable of. He is so small that he is favored by Qingyao. He must have something special. Most importantly, they want to see Zhao Yun's origins.

Once a war begins, a trick will be revealed, and you only need to take a quick look to know which side it belongs to.

Also having this hope is Liu Ruyue.

From beginning to end, she was the calmest one. She was both a theatergoer and an observer. There was no relationship between her and Qingyao.

None of this is important.

The important thing is that the opponent has issued a challenge, and if you want to save the face of the city lord's palace, you must accept the challenge.

The ones who got most angry were the old men from the two cities.

I am not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but I am afraid of opponents who are like pigs. I am so happy to have such a young city lord. This is a trap for them!

Looking around the small garden, there is already a surge of true energy. God knows how many martial arts cultivators have come. Not to mention that they are both at the peak of Xuanyang and even in the Tibetan realm. They are also suppressed.

Looking at Zhao Yun, his eyes moved from side to side.

The young master of the Zhao family is looking for a way out. He wants to see where he can run. He can soar into the sky and hit two eighth-level true spirits. Without using the explosive talisman, he cannot beat him. If he can be the young city leader,

Although his brain is not very good, his strength is very good. He had seen this yesterday.

Damn it.

I didn't even have a glass of wine, and I was immediately thrust into the spotlight.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to wade into this muddy water.

Again, he is not alone. Once a war breaks out, he will definitely reveal his tricks. Maybe others will see it and cause trouble for the Zhao family.

"Please, help me."

Qingyao sent another message, still holding Zhao Yun's hand with extraordinary strength. Zhao Yun had to answer this challenge because it was related to the face of the city lord's palace.

"Don't make trouble, I can't beat you."

"Nonsense, you are no ordinary martial artist who can block my Qinglian Qinqu. Just help me contain one, and leave the rest to me." Qing Yao whispered, listening to the meaning of this, she will wait for a while

My son will also play.

Zhao Yun twitched the corner of his mouth.

I'm here to eat.

Didn't get any food.

You have clearly arranged the next thing for me!

"What are they muttering about?"

Seeing Zhao Yun and Qing Yao arguing, the two old men Wang Gu whispered.

Yan Tianfeng just smiled and said nothing.

He had to watch this battle. He knew that his daughter was innocent, and he also knew that the boy was dragged into the fight by his daughter, so he wanted to watch it even more.

"Young Master, leave quickly."

The old men in the two cities couldn't stand anymore and tried their best to persuade him.

"How dare you."

Han Ming and Yu Wenhao ignored each other and drank in a arrogant manner.

"If you don't dare, just say so."

Yu Wenhao smiled quietly, his eyes filled with gloom and violence.

"Why not?"

Qing Yao said calmly, and stepped out. The unwilling young master of the Zhao family was also forcibly pulled forward. No matter what, you must help me finish this scene. Not only must I save the face of the city lord's palace, but I must also bring down the man opposite.

The two guys were paralyzed. I have never been so angry since I was born.

"Why, husband and wife are going into battle together?" Han Ming smiled playfully.

"If you don't dare, just say so."

Qingyao whispered, repeating Yu Wenhao's words again.

"Dare, why don't you dare."

Yu Wenhao stepped forward and smiled playfully, two against two! Two true spirits at the eighth level, there is no reason why they can't defeat Qingyao and Zhao Yun. One true spirit at the first level and a slap in the face, as for Qingyao, it is absolutely difficult

One versus two.

"You can add some bonuses."

Han Ming gently shook his folding fan and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"random."

"If we win, we will get your guqin; if you win, this elixir will be yours."

Han Ming said, and there was a jade box in his hand. Although it was sealed, the fragrance of the elixir was flowing out. It should be a good elixir, and the quality was not low.

"I agreed."

Qingyao said calmly, her expression did not change much. She had absolute confidence in Zhao Yun and did not expect him to be able to exert much power. It would be enough to contain one, and when he took care of the other, everything would be complete.

"Are you going to put the duck on the shelves?" Zhao Yun coughed dryly.

The battle situation has been decided, and everyone retreats to give way to a battlefield.

One side, Zhao Yun and Qing Yao.

Yifang, Yu Wenhao and Han Ming.

Two against two.

"Come."

Han Ming shouted loudly and went straight to Zhao Yun. It had already been discussed that the troops would be divided into two groups. He would first destroy Zhao Yun and then deal with Qing Yao together.

Zheng!

Yu Wenhao immediately drew out his sword and attacked Qingyao regardless of order.

Zheng....!

Qing Yao has put down the guqin and waved the strings, with a strong intention to kill. Yu Wenhao's expression changed, and he made a pirouette and danced the long sword with all his strength. The pounding sound was extremely harsh. He really wanted to fight alone. He was not Qing Yao.

Yao rival.

However, he has confidence.

One person can't defeat Qing Yao, let's fight two against one later!

As he said that, he took the time to look at Han Ming.

Han Ming had arrived in front of Zhao Yun and struck down with his palm sword in the air. From the outside, it was impossible for any true spirit of the first level to block this palm.

Indeed, this guy has a few brushes and is very powerful.

Zhao Yun did not fight hard, he stepped on the Wind God Step and easily avoided it. He appeared again and was three to five feet away. It was just a containment. He was good at this.

"I underestimated you."

Han Ming sneered and waved his folding fan wildly, shooting out more than a dozen sword energy.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun drew Zixiao from his waist, danced the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, and blocked them all.

"interesting."

The corner of Han Ming's mouth was slightly raised, and he came like a ghost. The folding fan in his hand has been replaced by a silver mace, engraved with strange runes. It is made of special black iron. It is not only very hard, but also powerful. It buzzes continuously when dancing.
To be continued...