Hearing this, Ma Zicong's face became even more angry: "Now even a three-year-old child knows that you can't fill up the tea when you serve guests. You are also the first family of Guwu. Why don't you understand this rule?"
The girl in the white dress looked at him with disapproval and said, "Does it have anything to do with you? The tea was given to Mr. Lu, and Mr. Lu didn't even say anything. Why are you chattering here?"
The third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.
Not to mention the personal maid who follows Dongfang Yanran, the eldest lady, all year round.
When she goes out, the heads of the Guwu family will treat her with great courtesy.
If it weren't for Dongfang Yanran's personal instructions, she wouldn't even look at someone like Ma Zicong.
"That's just because I, Brother Lu, have a lot of experience, and I don't have the same experience as your young lady. Why are you, a maid, so pretentious here?"
Ma Zicong was not to be outdone. He had long disliked these big families. Today, he was sitting here with Lu Fan to vent his anger for what happened before.
"I see."
Lu Fan shook the tea in his hand, drank the water in the cup, and then handed the tea cup to the girl in the white dress: "Tell your lady, I accept her wishes, thank you."
"That's it?"
The girl in the white dress was obviously not satisfied with Lu Fan's answer.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Fan turned to look at her curiously: "Is there anything else?"
The girl in the white dress was stunned. She didn't know why, but when she looked at Lu Fan's clear eyes, she suddenly felt a very strange feeling.
It was like facing a great master... The sense of distance made her feel a little at a loss.
"If you have nothing to do, go back first, I still want to watch the game."
Lu Fan said lightly, then turned his head and set his eyes on the ancient martial arts arena again.
At this time, neither of the two fighting parties made any further moves.
Nangong Wuxiu was covered in blood and stood quietly, looking at Yao Ziyang curiously: "You are practicing ancient martial arts."
"The true energy takes shape, and the shadow of the knife can break mountains and rocks."
"Only the ancient martial arts recorded in ancient books can achieve this step."
"Where did your martial arts come from?"
Nangong Wuxiu was facing against Yao Ziyang's nineteen sword rays, and was hit by four of them. Although he looked in a mess, only Yao Ziyang knew that his aura was not disordered at all, but was more calm than before, and his whole body was exuding
An extremely strong breath of true energy... Yao Ziyang knew that Nangong Wuxiu was going to show his true strength.
Yao Ziyang did not speak. He held a knife in one hand and stood not far away with a cold look, looking at Nangong Wuxiu from afar.
"Die!"
"boom!"
The sword light skyrocketed again!
The sword energy in Yao Ziyang's hand was like a tide, boiling and changing in the air, and he struck Nangong Wuxiu directly with his sword!
"Is this all you know?"
Nangong Wuxiu's voice was like a devil: "It seems that you have not fully understood such heavenly martial arts. You should hide your capabilities and bide your time before going out to fight with others."
"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade."
"You are too arrogant!"
"boom!"
As the sword light approached, Nangong Wuxiu's entire figure became blurred and swayed under the sharp sword light. There was an illusion that his entire body was about to melt under the sword light.
Everyone in the audience held their breath at this moment.
If Nangong Wuxiu kills Yao Ziyang with a single blow, I am afraid that this will become another event that can be praised for hundreds of years after the dramatic changes in martial arts in China thirty years ago!
"boom!"
The sword finally fell to the ground.
The dazzling gray light in the sky dissipated, and Yao Ziyang's figure gradually emerged on the ring.
At this time, he was holding a knife in one hand, standing on the ring half-hunched over, breathing heavily, and his face was pale.
This knife almost exhausted all his strength. Now he even needed the strength of the blade to barely support himself and stand on the ground.
But his eyes were filled with a strange brilliance!
What Old Man Xuanyuan and Nangong Wuxiu said were both correct. The domineering sword skills he displayed did come from ancient times and were truly top-notch!
This was discovered accidentally while cleaning in his family library.
And practiced hard, completing leapfrog breakthroughs again and again in a short period of time!
From a little-known disciple of the Yao family, he transformed into a peerless young master who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Nangong Wuxiu! Stand in this arena, enter the top four, and stand shoulder to shoulder with Nangong Wuxiu!
"After today, I will be the strongest young master of this generation!"
"And you only deserve to be stepped on by me and become a stepping stone for me to reach the top."
"You should feel honored for this."
In Yao Ziyang's low and arrogant words, a faint voice suddenly sounded behind him: "I said, your biggest mistake is that you should not show up before fully understanding such martial arts. This will only