For five whole years, in this imperial capital, as Ning Wuya's only daughter, Ning Weiwei had never offered a stick of incense to her dead father.
With such indifferent behavior, how can you have the dignity to enter this door?
The two martial arts kings, Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming, released their auras and forced back the few people who were about to step through the door.
"Kill or not?"
Ye Feng did not rush out the door immediately, but came to the Second Headmaster's side, and said two words as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Save your life."
"Ye Feng, Wuya has really been sorry for Weiwei in his life, don't blame her."
The Second Master sighed heavily.
Home and country!
When a man really has to choose between the two, it is so difficult. However, Ning Wuya finally chose the latter, causing Ning Weiwei to witness the death of her mother.
"No blame, just a little hate."
The anger in Ye Feng's heart suddenly disappeared a lot, and he believed what the Second Master said.
Feng Zhen once said that the old Northern King went through the most difficult period. Ye Feng didn't understand what happened during that period, but that man rarely smiled.
He may not be a qualified father, but he is definitely a true king.
King of the North!
"I have tried hard over the years, but Weiwei has never forgiven Wuya. She is not really heartless, but she just can't forget her mother's death."
"Go for it!"
No one can blame us, we can only blame the world at that time, it was too bad!
The Second Master waved his hands, feeling really tired. He had worked so hard as a master, but five years had been in vain. Ning Weiwei was still the same as before.
"I'll make her change her mind."
Ye Feng turned and left.
Every year during the Qingming Festival when he was offering incense and sweeping the grave of the old Northern King, Ye Feng would leave very late. In his heart, he had been looking forward to it, hoping that Ning Weiwei would show up, even if it was just to visit his father.
This was the only wish that Old Bei Wang did not tell Ye Feng.
When that man was dying, the person he cared about most was clearly her, his only daughter.
"Get away!"
"Do you know who I am?"
Since she couldn't hit anyone, Ning Weiwei thought she just missed it temporarily, but the anger in her heart still lingered.
"Ning Weiwei."
Xiao Chuanqi directly said her name.
They, the northern soldiers, respected the Old Northern King, but for Ning Weiwei, it could be said that if she were not the daughter of the Old Northern King, Xiao Chuanqi's sword would have been stained with blood.
"Forget it, Captain Xiao, she is after all, let them come in."
Hong Qingyan looked at Ning Weiwei with a complicated face.
In this woman who is only a few years younger than her, we can see a hint of Hong Yuting, paranoid and unreasonable.
"Shut up, this is my home, I don't want you to pretend to be pitiful."
"I say it again, get out of here, you are just two junior martial arts kings, do you really think you can stop us?"
Ning Weiwei already had a thin sword in her hand.
She is also a Martial King. There are thirteen people in the entire team. Who is not a genius in Tianyong Pavilion?
Counting her here, there are three people at the level of King Wu, and one of them has a cultivation level higher than the two "door gods". Who is afraid of whom in a fight?
I just don’t want to damage anything here!
"She looks a bit like the old Northern King."
Xiao Chuanqi thought to himself, and then he said firmly:
"The king has decreed that all those who enter Beiyunju without permission shall be protected."
"Kill without mercy!"
Originally, with Hong Qingyan's help, Xiao Chuanqi and Xiao Chuanqi were ready to let them go, but seeing Ning Weiwei's aggressive tone.
Just fight, who is afraid of whom?
"Junior sister, we can leave the matter of fighting and killing to our senior brother."
"I have seen arrogant people, but I have never seen someone occupy other people's homes and dare to be so arrogant and chase people away. Do you know who I am?"
The glorious moment that belongs to me has finally arrived.
Yu Cheng rubbed his fists and looked at Xiao Chuanqi with quite disdain. In terms of cultivation, he was a coward.
"If you dare to take another step forward, you will die!"
Xiao Chuanqi instantly drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed it directly at Yu Cheng.
Do you need to care who you are?
When it comes to fighting and doing things, Xiao Chuanqi never talks much. The number one killer in the North is cold-tempered.
Such strong killing intent!
Yu Cheng's heart suddenly tightened. Although he was indeed in the middle stage of King Wu, he had killed only a handful of people, so he was afraid of encountering such cruelty.
But now that the junior brothers and sisters are watching, Yu Cheng is not willing to be outdone and said:
"Master Li Erlong!"
Ning Weiwei frowned secretly. This senior brother was as annoying as ever. Such tactics could be used to deal with ordinary people in the imperial capital, but when used to deal with these two people, who didn't know that those people in the north were notoriously not afraid of trouble?
Besides, for the people standing behind the two of them, even if your master comes, it won’t be of any use.
No response!
The expressions of Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming were surprisingly consistent. Are they afraid they are fools?
"Master Li Erlong!"
As if he was afraid that the two of them didn't hear clearly, Yu Cheng yelled again.
In the imperial capital, it doesn't matter if you don't give him Yu Cheng's face, but how many people dare not give him Li Erlong's face?
"Say it again?"
Leng Wuming, who had been silent all this time, joked.
"Master Li Erlong!"
Yu Cheng is obviously very wise and his tone remains the same.
"Would you like to say it again?"
A red light flashed, and Yu Cheng suddenly came back to his senses. He found that there was a small bloody sword on his neck, pointing directly at his throat.
A powerful Shinto man?
Damn it, a mighty Shinto warrior, why are you pretending to be a King of Martial Arts? Yu Cheng broke out in a cold sweat. He was so fast that he had no reaction at all, and he said immediately:
"Hero, spare your life."
The legs in his sleeves were trembling constantly, which was the sword spirit in his throat. The will to survive made Yu Cheng hold back and not collapse.
Isn’t that right!
"Who else wants to take action?"
Xiao Chuanqi glanced at the group of people in front of him with cold eyes, full of disdain. He thought they were capable of fighting, but they were just a group of weaklings who had never seen the world.
No one dared to say anything.
Ning Weiwei quietly exchanged glances with a woman beside her, with rejection in her eyes. This person was not a Shinto, but her fighting power was extremely terrifying.
"Brother, can you put your sword away? I will retreat now."
Yu Cheng asked bravely.
With such a deadly sword pointed at his throat, he could do nothing. If he dared to act rashly, he would risk his life. He actually had no doubt whether the elder brother holding the sword dared to kill him.
"Take it."
A strong and mellow voice sounded behind Xiao Chuanqi, and he immediately sheathed his sword.
"Ye Feng!"
Looking at the visitor, Ning Weiwei immediately gritted her teeth, and then she said angrily:
"Brothers and sisters, my enemy is him!"
It was this man who slapped him in front of everyone.
Ning Weiwei has never forgotten the scene at the Lieying Tomb. She appeared once at Ning Wuya's funeral, but Ye Feng beat her in front of everyone.
Just because you don’t offer incense and kowtow to Ning Wuya?
If this had happened before Yu Cheng was subdued, these people would definitely have criticized him verbally, and then they would have swarmed up and knocked down Ye Feng with punches to help Ning Weiwei vent his anger, but now.
Who can't see that the two great masters listen to this man?
Ning Weiwei looked back and felt powerless. A total of thirteen elite disciples of Tianyong Pavilion were frightened by three people.
And they are the same age!
Judging from the age of Ye Feng and others, they are actually about the same age as them.
"Fight, so that you don't know that the sky is high and the sky is high, and there are people outside the world."
Inside Beiyun's home, the Second Master felt unspeakably melancholy.
The thirteen talented disciples who were carefully cultivated by Tianyong Pavilion outside were really shocked by Ye Feng and the others. They lost before they even fought. Of course, their skills were inferior to others.
Shame on your own doorstep!
"Enemy?"
"Tell me again, what did you call me?"
Ye Feng took Hong Qingyan's hand and walked slowly to Ning Weiwei, frowning coldly.
"Friend, my tutor Li Erlong."
Again, Hong Qingyan couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Li Erlong is famous?
Unexpectedly, Ye Feng didn't look at him and only said one word:
"roll!"
"I'll count to three. If you don't get out of here, I'll throw you out one by one."
Okay, I'll count on you guys!
You know that a good man will not take advantage of the situation. Yu Cheng immediately turned around. Unexpectedly, he encountered a group of ignorant idiots. He couldn't beat them. The tricks to become famous are not easy to use, so I'll let you fight for a while.
"Friend, do you know who we are?"
Not everyone is as enlightened as Yu Cheng, a disciple of Tianyong Pavilion who will get out of the house when someone scolds him.
Wouldn’t it all be a joke?
"Give you a chance to draw your sword."
Including Ning Weiwei, a total of seven people stayed.
"Come together!"
Seeing the two women leading the way, the five people behind them immediately rushed over.
"I don't know what it means."
Ye Feng strode forward with his head held high, easily deflecting the attacks from Ning Weiwei and another woman as if picking flowers with his hands, and then pushed forward with a palm.
With just one palm, the five great masters behind him suddenly fell over and fell down the steps.
"So strong!"
Whether it was her opponent or not, Yan Hongqian tried out her moves.
"Throw it out."
Ye Feng suddenly came behind Yan Hongqian and pushed her towards Xiao Chuanqi with one palm.
Then!
Hong Qingyan saw a scene that made her tangled up. Xiao Chuanqi didn't show any pity for her, he grabbed Yan Hongqian's neck and dragged her out.
In just a few breaths, the seven of them were completely defeated, leaving only Ning Weiwei standing there in a daze.
"When did you become King of Martial Arts?"
Five years ago, Ning Weiwei's cultivation level was still higher than that of Ye Feng. If there were not many big shots around, she would not have been beaten.
But five years later, Ye Feng completely crushed her in terms of cultivation.
"Before asking questions, what should you call me?"
Ye Feng flicked his fingers and knocked the soft sword out of Ning Weiwei's hand, speaking domineeringly.
Enemy?
A look of tenderness and regret looked directly at Ning Weiwei. I never expected that five years later you would bring someone here to find me, your so-called enemy.
Settlement!
"Ye Feng, why do you care about me and why do you hit me?"
Ning Weiwei suddenly shouted, tears flashing in her eyes, but she stubbornly did not let them flow out.
"Because I am your brother."
Ye Feng also shouted out, who in the world can understand the relationship between him and Old Bei Wang?
Although there is no name for father and son, they are better than father and son. This chapter has been completed!