Wen Xiaoyu looked Zhang Jue up and down: "Answer my question first!"
When saying this, Wen Xiaoyu's eyes were full of vigilance.
The person in front of you has unfathomable strength, so you must be extremely careful.
Um?
Zhang Jiao frowned and looked at Wen Xiaoyu with interest: "You are quite brave, you dare to talk to me like this!"
Zhang Jiao has a perverse temperament. If others had said this, he would have slapped him with a slap. However, seeing Wen Xiaoyu's fearless look at this time, he was so courageous despite his young age, and he immediately started to admire him.
The next second, Zhang Jue smiled slightly: "I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname, Zhang Jue!"
Zhang Jiao?
Hearing this, Wen Xiaoyu's heart was shocked and he was stunned.
At the same time, Xue Li behind her was even more trembling, her eyes fixed on Zhang Jue, feeling both shocked and resentful.
"Are you Zhang Jiao?"
A few seconds later, Xue Li reacted and shouted to Zhang Jiao: "You...why are you not dead?"
When she said this, Xue Li's delicate body trembled, and her heart became even more chaotic.
One day ago, Baima ordered someone to come over and send a message, saying that Zhang Jiao had been captured and killed, and his body was buried on Changsheng Island. Knowing the situation at that time, Xue Li felt much relieved.
Her husband's great revenge has been avenged, and she has nothing to worry about anymore.
But Xue Li never expected that Zhang Jiao not only survived, but also found a place of seclusion for herself and her children.
At this moment, Wen Xiaoyu gradually came to his senses, his eyes were extremely red, and he locked eyes with Zhang Jue: "It was you who killed my father."
After the words fell, Wen Xiaoyu clenched his fists tightly.
"Your father?"
Zhang Jiao's face was filled with doubts, and he frowned and said, "Who is your father?"
Zhang Jiao has never met Wen Xiaoyu's mother and son, and he doesn't know that they are Wen Chou Chou's closest relatives.
call!
Wen Xiaoyu took a deep breath and said word by word: "My father is Wen Chou Chou and Zhang Jiao, the masters of the Changsheng Palace. At first, you told my father and the Ouyang family that they were imprisoned in the Wutian Organization Headquarters and forced them to surrender. Later, they were harmed.
My father was killed on a cliff, and now everyone in Jiuzhou Continent knows about it!"
"Since you came to my door, don't even think about leaving alive today."
After the last word fell, Wen Xiaoyu flew up and came straight towards Zhang Jiao. At the same time, a powerful aura burst out from his whole body. In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted, and the power was amazing!
As the only son of Wen Chou Chou, Wen Xiaoyu is also a rare cultivation wizard. He has just turned sixteen this year, but he has already reached the realm of the third-level Martial Emperor.
"Xiao Yu..."
Seeing this scene, Xue Lifang's heart trembled and she couldn't help but scream.
Although my son is not weak in strength, the opponent is the world-famous Zhang Jiao. He has been famous for thousands of years, but his background is simply not comparable to his. How can he be his opponent when fighting alone?!
Anxiously, Xue Li wanted to rush over to stop him, but she was too weak and Wen Xiaoyu was too fast, so it was too late.
Wen Chou Chou’s son!
At this time, seeing Wen Xiaoyu burst out, Zhang Jiao frowned slightly without panicking at all.
"Avenge your father? Interesting!" Zhang Jiao said lightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone. Then, he slowly raised his right hand, slapped him lightly, and faced Wen Xiaoyu.
"Go to hell!"
Feeling Zhang Jiao's strength, Wen Xiaoyu did not dare to be careless and roared, directly activating all his internal energy.
