Bu Xiaoman frowned and looked at Mrs. Ya with some urgent gaze for help. Mrs. Ya smiled faintly and patted the little hand that Bu Xiaoman handed over, saying that it was okay!

"Xiao Lang, one day, I will defeat you with my own strength!"

Situ Zhantian left a sentence and walked towards the ring, but Xiao Lang laughed and said nothing, and the atmosphere in the field became strange again!

Situ Zhantian said something important when facing his big enemy? Is this still the style of the most dandy young man in Medicine King City? The most important thing is to "defeat you" instead of "kill you?"

A simple sentence contains countless mysteries, and smart people immediately guessed something. Is Situ Zhantian giving in to Xiao Lang? Or is the Situ family bowing to the Eighth Master?

The title of the first young man in Yaowang City seems to be about Xiao Lang!

Many people thought secretly, and many small family warriors looked at Xiao Lang with a little hot eyes. They thought, after this martial arts competition, it seemed that they would like to talk about life and visit the kilns together!

Although the situation is strange, Situ Zhantian is coming and he wants to win the last place. All the students in the field obviously have no objection!

A high-level combatant or a young leader of the Situ family who was suppressed in his heart. Who dared to seek trouble?

So, the Martial Arts Academy Competition ended soon, and the quota for representing the Feixue Martial Arts Academy to participate in the Western City Martial Arts Academy League came out!

Bu Xiaosha, the eldest son of the Bu family, Bu Xiaoman, the first beauty of the academy, Mu Feiyu, the young master of the Mu family, Situ Zhantian, the first son of the former Yaowang City, and Xiao Lang who came out of the sky with the power of a dark horse!

"Go back and take a day off, gather in the Martial Arts Academy the morning after tomorrow, set off for Huofeng City, and participate in the Western Ten Cities League!"

Finally, with the soft voice of Mrs. Ya, the Feixue Martial Arts Academy Competition came to an end.

At the end of the competition, Situ Zhantian took the students from the Situ family and his vassal family and left. Mu Feiyu and Bu Xiaosha also left, but Xiao Lang was surrounded by everyone!

The appearance of Bu Xiaoman and Mrs. Ya demonstrated a certain attitude of the Liu family and the Bu family, such as hoping to cooperate with Yanyu Villa, and for the young man with peerless talents, he would like to extend an olive branch...

The members of the small family who stayed there were of course to hug Xiao Lang's thighs, perhaps for the family, or for establishing some kind of friendship with this young man who might have soared into the sky!

Yesterday, the Eighth Master took the top 100 people around Yaowang City and easily broke the alliance between the Bu family and Situ family of the Liu family. In the face of absolute interests, loyalty is just a pitiful fig leaf!

Xiao Lang smiled bitterly and rejected the invitation of some members of the small family to have dinner, drink and shop around the house. Everyone glanced ambiguously at Xiao Lang and Bu Xiaoman, handed over an envious and teasing look, and left one after another.

There were only Xiao Lang, Bu Xiaoman and Mrs. Ya left in the square, and Xiao Lang became even more embarrassed. Bu Xiaoman's slightly red face and shy look as if he wanted to speak, he floated towards Xiao Lang's eyes from time to time. Even a fool could feel Bu Xiaoman's affection.

"Let's go together!"

Mrs. Ya smiled and said, relieved Xiao Lang's embarrassment. The three of them walked towards the gate of the Martial Arts Court. Mrs. Ya and Bu Xiaoman got into a luxury carriage, but Xiao Lang still rode his little donkey. The little donkey and two luxury carriages walked side by side into the city.

"Xiao Lang, come on!"

Walking through two streets, Bu Xiaoman's carriage curtain suddenly opened, revealing her pure face. After saying that, she smiled sweetly, blushed and put down the curtain, and the carriage accelerated to leave!

"well…"

Xiao Lang sighed slightly. He knew very well that he would leave Yaowang City immediately after the Western Martial Arts Academy League. Perhaps he would not return to this place for five or ten years! After he left, he wondered if this girl would be sad. Since ancient times, the most difficult thing to absorb was the kindness of a beauty!

"Xiao Lang, was our agreement still valid?"

The carriage curtain on the other side was also opened. Mrs. Ya leaned against the window, smiling like a flower, her fox eyes narrowed slightly, full of charm!

Xiao Lang was surprised. He was originally perfunctory to Mrs. Ya, but that day, although Mrs. Ya did not protect him in the end, he was still a little grateful to Mrs. Ya, so it was naturally difficult to continue perfunctory at this moment!

"Hehe!"

When Mrs. Ya saw Xiao Lang's embarrassed expression, she let out a silver bell-like laughter and said, "Okay, don't make things difficult for you anymore! But Ya'er's door... is always open to you!"

After saying that, Mrs. Ya chuckled again, and the carriage accelerated toward another avenue. Xiao Lang touched his nose, thinking that if this widow continued to tempt him like this, she would urge her if she was angry!

The mysterious beast of a few hundred kilograms in Devil Mountain can be knocked down by itself, but is she afraid of a vixen?

He walked out of the Xicheng Gate slowly and walked towards Qingniu Town. Walking on the official road, Xiao Lang's face suddenly became cold. In a place where no one was around, Xiao Lang suddenly glanced coldly at the small jungle on the right behind him, and he moved his hand three flying knives in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Come out, friend!"

Xiao Lang had a keen sense of beasts. He always felt someone following him when he left the city. At this moment, there was only a small jungle around him. If someone followed him, he could only hide inside.

"The eighth master's subordinate Qianxun has seen the young master!"

Sure enough, someone!

Before the person following him showed up, he spoke first. Xiao Lang felt a flash in front of him, and a man in black turned into a shadow and appeared in front of him. This was a blue cow in his thirty years old. He was thin, had a white face and no beard. He had a silver ring hanging on his left ear.

"What a fast speed!"

Xiao Lang was shocked. This man was too fast. Conservatively, he could have the speed of Situ fighting bandits that day. Situ fighting bandits are a mid-level war commander.

Qianxun grinned and said proudly: "Haha, young master, this speed is only half of mine!"

Xiao Lang's eyes shrank again. Is this still half the speed? How amazing would his speed reach with all his strength? What is the strength of a person with such speed? King of War? Or King of War?

wrong!

If it were the King of War, how could it be the subordinate of the Eighth Master?

"Young master, don't guess randomly. I'm just the strength of a high-level war coach!" Qianxun seemed to guess what Xiao Lang was thinking, and explained with a smile.

Xiao Lang frowned, thought of a possibility, and suddenly realized, "Are you a soul warrior? Your soul warrior is the blessing of speed!"

"Young Master is indeed very talented and smart. The Eighth Master was afraid that a villain would murder the young master, so he sent his subordinates to protect the young master during this period. Don't worry, even if he is defeated, if he escapes, no one in the Medicine King City can catch up with us, hehe!"

Qianxun was very respectful to Xiao Lang, but he felt a bit proud in his words. Xiao Lang bowed politely to Qianxun and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Qian, I will participate in the Western Conference Ten Cities League the day after tomorrow. I won't go to the Colosseum in the past two days. When the league is over, I will come to thank Master Eighth!"

"Hehe, small things!"

Qianxun grinned, shook his body and disappeared on the official road. Xiao Lang sighed inwardly, but he became even more confused about his aunt's identity. If his aunt really had some friendship with the Eighth Master, would Eighth Master specially send such a strong man to protect him?

When he returned home, as Xiao Lang expected, he told him about the eighth master sending someone to protect him, but his aunt did not explain, but just told him to be careful and he would naturally tell him some things later!

Xiao Lang didn't ask too much or think too much!

From childhood to adulthood, he was most convinced by his aunt's words. It was not that he didn't like Xiaodao to think too much, but that he was sure that this woman would not harm him and would do his best to him wholeheartedly.

After washing his aunt's feet silently, he went to the backyard. The strong Xiaodao was still practicing in the backyard. Xiao Lang waved his hand to signal the knife to stop to continue, and he also ran with the Xiaodao on his back with another huge rock!

The warrior first tempers his body when practicing. If it is mysterious energy and wine, the body is a wine bottle. Only when the wine bottle is big and strong enough can it hold more wine!

Two figures were running wildly under the moonlight, carrying two huge rocks worth thousands of pounds! Xiao Lang's speed was a little faster than Xiao Dao, and he suddenly exceeded him several times. Whenever Xiao Lang surpassed him, Xiao Dao would grin and look stupid and happy.

The two of them practiced until late at night before they took a shower and fell asleep. Before dawn, they got up and started their daily practice of mysterious energy!

As the two of them breathed, their bodies became stronger and thinner, and their green light gradually weakened and became stronger, just like fireflies at night, extremely strange.

At dawn, Xiaodao stood up to make food. It was hard to imagine how a tall and mighty man would be so awkward to be busy in the kitchen. However, Xiaodao had been cooking for many years, and the food made by his thick hands was extremely delicious.

Xiao Lang didn't help or anything. He has been used to it over the years. Xiao Dao himself insisted on repaying Xiao Lang's kindness for saving him and repaying his aunt for raising him and teaching him martial arts. Xiao Lang treats him as a brother, and there are not so many things between brothers, so it's enough to understand each other.

Xiao Lang continued to practice Xuan Qi. Although it only took one day, he still felt that it would be better if he could be stronger! The Western Ten Cities Martial Arts Academy League must win, and Feng Lingdan must win!

Xiao Lang was practicing all day long. Xiao Dao never asked a question about Xiao Lang's trip to Huofeng City. His aunt was extremely silent, and Xiao Lang didn't say a word. This strange three people seemed to have formed a tacit understanding. They didn't talk much, but they understood each other and trusted each other.

As soon as the next day, Xiao Lang got up and did not go to the backyard to practice. He rode his little donkey and left quietly. He did not say goodbye to his aunt Xiaodao, and neither of them got up to see him off.
Chapter completed!