Seeing Yang Chen again, Lu Xia's face suddenly became more ferocious.
"You little beast, you came out just in time." Lu Xia stared at Yang Chen with a sneer: "I thought you would hide behind and not come out."
Yang Chen said coldly: "It's me you are looking for. It's none of other people's business. Nangong Xuan himself was involved in danger and died. Instead of killing the snake demon, you came to blame me. Could it be that the Lu family is so powerful that they can be indistinguishable?"
Is it right or wrong?”
Lu Xia was so embarrassed that she became angry.
She didn't have a deep relationship with Nangong Xuan, they only met once. The reason why Nangong Xuan married her was just because he coveted the power of the Lu family.
Nangong Xuan is dead when she dies. She can find another husband, but what makes her most unbearable is the ridicule of others.
A woman from a famous family like her has her own small circle.
Those women usually ridiculed Lu Xia's appearance. This time when they heard that Lu Xia's husband was dead, they all started talking behind her back with great enthusiasm.
Lu Xia learned from her servants that these people had whispered behind her back more than once that her husband was dead, but she was scared off when she came to her door.
The dignified Lu family was scared away by an unknown leader of a small sect.
For a time, this incident became a joke in the entire Beijing domain name circle.
"Little beast, you are so righteous now." A trace of resentment flashed in Lu Xia's eyes.
If Yang Chen didn't take Nangong Xuan into the snake demon's hinterland, Nangong Xuan would not have died.
If Nangong Xuan hadn't died, those people wouldn't have laughed at her.
Therefore, all this must be blamed on Yang Chen!
"Humph! Bring people up." Lu Xia clapped her hands.
Soon, several monks came up with an old man covered in scars.
The old man was seriously injured and seemed to have been beaten. His coarse clothes were soaked in blood. There was no mana fluctuation on the old man's body, just like a mortal.
"Grandpa!" Yang Chen was shocked when he saw the old man.
He entered the Lingshan Sect and has been immersed in the sect. He did not go back to visit his grandfather Yang Qi.
I originally planned to return to the village during this period, but I didn't expect that the other party actually arrested Yang Qi.
"Little beast, I'll 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, just choose one."
Yang Chen almost didn't think about it and shouted angrily: "Asshole!"
No matter which of these two options it is, Yang Chen will not choose it.
On one side is the sect that is kind to him, and on the other is his grandfather who raised him.
Faced with the dilemma, Yang Chen suddenly felt a rush of blood pouring into his mind. He roared angrily: "I will fight with you!"
He controlled the flying sword and stabbed towards Lu Xia.
When the two old men in black from the Dongshan Sect saw this, they couldn't help but sneered. One of them flicked Yang Chen's flying sword away.
Then, the old man in black stepped in front of Yang Chen and knocked him to the ground with one punch.
"Hold him down, I want him to watch with his own eyes, his grandfather and sect master die in front of him!" Lu Xia's face showed an almost pathological madness.
She held up the knife and pointed it at Yang Qi's neck, intending to slash it.
But at this moment, a blade of light emitted from the Lingshan Sect, passing directly past Lu Xia from a distance of several thousand meters.