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Chapter 1390

When he saw Yang Chen again, Lu Xia's face suddenly became even more ferocious.

"Little beast, it's just right." Lu Xia stared at Yang Chen with a sneer: "I thought you would hide behind and not come out."

Yang Chen said coldly: "What you are looking for is me, what does it have to do with others? Nangong Xuan died in danger. If you don't destroy the snake demon, you will come and blame me instead. Could it be that the Lu family is powerful, so you can ignore it.

Is it wrong?"

After saying this, Lu Xia became angry and embarrassed.

She didn't have much deep feelings for Nangong Xuan, and the two had only met once. The reason why Nangong Xuan married her was just because she was greedy for the power of the Lu family.

Nangong Xuan died and she could find another husband, but what she couldn't stand the most was the ridicule of others.

Women born in famous families like her all have their own small circles.

Those women usually sarcastically at Lu Xia's appearance. This time, when they heard that Lu Xia's husband was dead, they all started to talk behind the scenes happily.

Lu Xia learned from the servants that these people were muttering behind their backs more than once that her husband was dead, and she came to the door and was actually scared away by the other party.

The dignified Lu family was actually scared away by an unknown sect leader.

For a time, this incident became a joke for the entire Beidi domain famous sect circle.

"Little beast, now you are so righteous." A trace of resentment flashed in Lu Xia's eyes.

If Yang Chen did not bring Nangong Xuan into the hinterland of the snake demon, Nangong Xuan would not die.

If Nangong Xuan had not died, those people would not use this to make fun of her.

So, all this is blamed on Yang Chen!

"Hmph! Bring the person up." Lu Xia clapped her hands.

Soon, several monks walked up with an old man covered in scars.

The old man suffered serious injuries and seemed to have been beaten. A coarse cloth dress had been stained with blood. The old man had no magic fluctuations on his body, just like a mortal.

"Grandpa!" Yang Chen's heart was shocked when he saw the old man.

He entered Lingshan Sect and was immersed in the sect. He did not go back to visit his grandfather Yang Qi.

I planned to go back to the village during this period, but I didn't expect that the other party would arrest Yang Qi.

"Little beast, I will give you a choice. Either go over and kill your sect leader, and I will disturb your grandfather's life. Or come over and kill your grandfather, and I can also let your sect go."

Lu Xia stared at Yang Chen with a ferocious expression: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, choose one."

Yang Chen almost didn't think about it and shouted angrily: "Bastard!"

No matter which of these two choices, Yang Chen will not choose.

On one hand, there is a sect that has been kind to me, and on the other hand, there is a grandfather who raised me.

In a dilemma, Yang Chen suddenly felt a stream of passion pouring into his mind. He roared angrily: "I'll fight with you!"

He drove the flying sword and stabbed towards Lu Xia.

Seeing this, two old men in black from the Dongshan Sect couldn't help but sneer. One of them flicked it casually and knocked Yang Chen's flying sword out.

Then, the old man in black stepped in front of Yang Chen and knocked him to the ground with one punch.

"Press him down, I want him to watch with my own eyes, his grandfather and the sect leader die in front of him!" A nearly pathological madness appeared on Lu Xia's face.

She held the knife and was about to scratch Yang Qi's neck.

But at this moment, a sword light came from the Lingshan Sect and flew directly past Lu Xia's side thousands of meters away.
Chapter completed!
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