A certain old antique recognized Yan Qingyou early in the morning and was very frightened.
"Who is he?"
Most of the monks had never seen Yan Qingyou and were full of doubts.
For so many years, Yan Qingyou has been idle in Yun Yehe, regardless of fame and wealth, and rarely shows his talents. There are very few people who know Yan Qingyou.
"Five hundred years ago, the sword cultivator of Wanjia made a big fuss."
An old man looked at Yan Qingyou from a distance and said in a deep voice.
"Is he the one who caused trouble in Wanjia back then?"
Suddenly, everyone suddenly realized and had a rough guess about Yan Qingyou's strength, and their souls were shocked.
Five hundred years ago, the Wan family was in civil strife. A sword cultivator came from nowhere and fought with the Wan family saint king without losing. Then, the sword cultivator rescued the young Wan Hanyi and established an alliance with the Wan family.
Made an agreement.
Although the Wan family was in turmoil at that time and their vitality was damaged, the sword cultivator's strength could not be denied.
"Don't think that he is only a half-step Saint Lord. He really broke out with all his strength and is no weaker than an ordinary Saint Lord."
There are only a handful of holy kings in the world, and unless absolutely necessary, the holy kings generally will not reveal their true form.
Yan Qingyou sat lazily, keeping her eyes on the wine gourd held by Luo Huangxue, and kept swallowing her saliva. Yan Qingyou felt very depressed. If she had known that she would not be able to drink after coming, she might as well not have come.
In the battle of life and death for my precious apprentice, drinking is not as important as drinking!
Yan Qingyou curled her lips slightly, feeling very unhappy. Of course, she would not be polite to the people of the Wan family. What about the clan leader of the Wan family, Yan Qingyou was not afraid at all.
Except for those old immortals from the Wan family, Yan Qingyou didn't pay much attention to the rest of the Wan family, including Wan Tuyuan, the clan leader.
"You brat, beat him until he is incontinent. Don't embarrass me."
Yan Qingyou wanted to vent his anger on the people of the Wan family, so he said it without hesitation, which fell into the ears of many people.
"I'll try my best." Wan Hanyi nodded solemnly and agreed.
Everyone is in a mess, do they really not take the young head of the Wan family seriously?
Wan Xuanchen's expression remained unchanged as he stepped off the warship in one step and slowly walked towards Wan Hanyi.
Wan Hanyi stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, meeting Wan Xuanchen's eyes.
"The battle is scheduled to begin in three days, why not sit down and have a cup of tea."
Tables and chairs appeared in front of Wan Xuanchen, suspended in the air.
Wan Hanyi walked in the air and sat opposite Wan Xuanchen.
Everyone looked at Wan Hanyi and Wan Xuanchen, looking at each other in confusion. Logically speaking, shouldn't the two of them be mortal enemies? Why can they still sit down and drink tea?
"Their character is of a very high level and will not lose their mind due to hatred. Respecting your opponent means respecting yourself."
Only a small number of people understand this move and can't help but sigh.
In the void, Wan Xuanchen poured the tea himself, with a gentle and elegant voice: "According to your seniority, I should call you cousin."
Wan Hanyi's father is named Wan Rong, and he is Wan Tuyuan's eldest brother. Wan Rong had already won the competition for the position of clan leader five hundred years ago, but with the birth of Wan Xuanchen, Wan Tuyuan gained great fortune.
, causing the situation to change.
After Wan Tuyuan ascended to the position of clan leader, he wanted to imprison Wan Rong forever. However, Wan Rong was unwilling to live an ignoble existence and started a civil war with Wan Tuyuan.
The dust settled, the Wan family was reshuffled, and Wan Tuyuan took charge.
"No need." Wan Hanyi is a few years older than Wan Xuanchen. Both of them are monsters that are rare in ten thousand years.
One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, this is fate.
"I can't help myself." Wan Xuanchen was born into the Wan family, which was not what he expected. If Wan Xuanchen and Wan Hanyi were ordinary people, they would definitely be brothers with a very close relationship.
Wan Hanyi did not drink the tea poured by Wan Xuanchen and remained silent.
After a while, Wan Xuanchen glanced at the rusty three-foot iron sword on Wan Hanyi's side. He did not look down upon it, but paid special attention to it: "It's really a good sword."
"Using it to kill you will not humiliate you."
Wan Hanyi's tone was sharp, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
"Although the sword is good, but you want to kill me..."
Wan Xuanchen stopped talking and shook his head with a smile.
Wan Xuanchen was born with a strange phenomenon and possesses domineering blood. When he was young, he worshiped famous teachers, went to forbidden places to hone himself, and experienced life and death many times. Anyone who sees Wan Xuanchen's old antiques cannot help but marvel.
The dean of Tianjiyuan once calculated Wan Xuanchen's fate and commented: "This son, with the appearance of heaven and man, may be able to become emperor in the future."
Dean Tianji's evaluation is known only to a very small number of people and not to the rest of the world.
"He is very strong." On the top of the mountain, Luo Huangxue glanced at Wan Xuanchen with a solemn expression.
"Indeed." Xu Changge thought to himself: "Looking at the world, Wan Xuanchen's talent and character are among the best, and he is by no means weaker than the four ancient disciples."
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, extremely nervous.
On the other hand, Wan Xuanchen and Wan Hanyi were sitting there drinking tea, chatting and laughing, and they didn't look like life-and-death enemies at all.
"Cousin, you have no chance of winning, so just give up!"
Wan Xuanchen did not want to kill Wan Hanyi, because he knew that Wan Hanyi was not wrong, but that his father and the Wan family's senior leaders were wrong. However, since Wan Xuanchen has become the young master of the Wan family, he must benefit from the Wan family's interests.
Set off.
If this battle is not fought, Wan Xuanchen can settle his grudges and prevent the Wan family from killing Wan Hanyi.
"If it were you, could you let it go?"
Wan Hanyi asked rhetorically.
When asked about this, Wan Xuanchen fell silent.
Wan Xuanchen brought into Wan Hanyi's experience. If it were him, how could he not take revenge?
"You are the only one of your generation who can catch my eye. Everyone else is a follower of others. It would be a waste of time for me to say even a word to them."
Wan Xuanchen sometimes laments that if there had not been civil strife five hundred years ago, he and Wan Hanyi would have been the best brothers, sharing life and death. Because they are the same kind of people, they don't like to be competitive, and they don't like what the world thinks.
, silent in the world of oneself.
"The look in your eyes when you look back at your father seems dull, but in fact it is full of murderous intent." Wan Hanyi glanced at Wan Tuyuan on the warship and said indifferently.
"He's scared." Wan Xuanchen has never had a good impression of his father Wan Tuyuan, but they are connected by blood and this cannot be changed: "The more you behave like a monster, the more uneasy he becomes."
"I think you are quite pitiful." Wan Hanyi suddenly smiled at Wan Xuanchen.
"Why do you say that?" Wan Xuanchen asked.
"Young master of the Wan family, you look like you have endless glory, but in fact you are alone. Your eyes tell me that this is not the life you want."
Wan Hanyi stared into Wan Xuanchen's eyes and said thoughtfully.
Wan Xuanchen remained silent, just looking at Wan Hanyi.
I don't know how much time passed, but Wan Xuanchen laughed at himself: "You are right, I am indeed pitiful. Just like you, I can't help myself."
The conversation between the two of them was not blocked and fell into the ears of everyone, causing quite a commotion.