Ye Shaohan rubbed his forehead helplessly and smiled bitterly, why are there always some blind people in this world!
"Don't the children of the Ye family have the qualifications to enter this counter? Can I think that your words are the Dugu family's contempt for the Ye family?" Ye Shaohan said softly, looking at the young man with cold eyes, and the same
He glanced at Wu Yanmei beside him jokingly.
The young man's face darkened and he looked down upon the Ye family. He did not dare to admit that he said such a thing. If he was not careful, it might cause conflicts between the Dugu family and the Ye family.
At this moment, Wu Yanmei realized that she didn't know anything about the disgusted Ye Shaohan in front of her. Apart from knowing that he was the number one loser of the Ye family, she didn't know anything else.
"A disciple of the Ye family? Haha, Ye Shaohao has never admitted that you are a disciple of the Ye family!" The young man glanced at Ye Shaohan's calm face and said with a smile.
"When does Ye Shaohao make the decision in the Ye family? Do you take the head of the Ye family seriously when you say this?" Ye Shaohan smiled indifferently and looked at the young man indifferently.
"Of course Mr. Ye is in charge of the Ye family, but how can you, a loser, be considered a member of the Ye family? You don't even know who your damn father is. If your mother hadn't seduced the head of the family, I'm afraid you would have been thrown out of the Ye family long ago.
Are you home?" The young man who was already unhappy suddenly said angrily.
"What are you talking about!" Ye Shaohan's face froze and he slowly raised his head. Since he couldn't find any information about his father in this life in his memory, it seems that the identity of this unlucky guy is not just a collateral disciple.
Simple.
"Why, isn't what I said the truth?" Ye Shaohan's change made the young man feel happy and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Fact? It's your sister!" Ye Shaohan stared at the laughing young man with cold eyes.
Then Ye Shaohan's figure shot out suddenly, and his right fist landed quickly on the young man's chest. The young man's originally protruding chest couldn't help but sink. With a muffled sound, the young man's figure fell backwards like a kite with its string broken.
Everyone in the room looked at Ye Shaohan with astonished faces.
The sudden change left the young man with no time to react, and Ye Shaohan did not give the young man any time to react. He ran straight towards the young man, following closely behind the young man who flew out, his fists clenched suddenly, carrying a burst of wind-breaking energy.
, and hit the young man hard.
The young man groaned again, and a striking fist mark appeared. Ye Shaohan laughed and kicked out again.
The pain on his face made the young man frown, and his spiritual energy suddenly surged out of his body. At the same time, he slapped his hands on the ground and jumped up to avoid Ye Shaohan's kick. He jumped back several meters as if sliding sideways, his face instantly gloomy.
He came down and said coldly: "Little thing, you are looking for death!"
Ye Shaohan glanced at his red fist, shrugged slightly, and said in the same cold voice: "Let's see who dies first!"
Ye Shaohan tapped his toes in the void, and a light breeze appeared under his feet. With the help of this breeze, his figure floated towards the young man like a light swan.
"You are looking for death, then don't blame me!" The young man said coldly, a murderous intent flashed in his heart, but before the thought came to an end, Ye Shaohan's powerful fist hit the young man hard again.
He punched the chest several times. The young man seemed to be forcibly pushed away. His body did not move. His feet left two inch-deep footprints on the ground and he was pushed straight away several meters away.
The young man felt a vibration in his heart, and the muscles and bones all over his body seemed to fall apart. Then a black shadow suddenly shot out again. The young man's eyesight went dark, his energy and blood continued to roll, and the figure staggered and fell.
Looking at the young man in black robe standing next to the young man, he was speechless for a long time.
"Ye Shaohan, how dare you attack him!" Wu Yanmei's delicate face was filled with disbelief, then she darkened and shouted coldly.
Ye Shaohan? The whole crowd suddenly became noisy. Although he rarely left the Ye Mansion, his reputation as the number one loser had already spread throughout Headwind City. It was difficult for everyone to connect the black-robed young man in front of them with the number one loser. Just now
The ruthlessness of Ye Shaohan's attack has been deeply imprinted on everyone's hearts.
Ye Shaohan turned around slowly, shrugged indifferently, and then walked towards the old man. When he passed by Wu Yanmei, he paused and said, "Why are you worried about your lover? Remember
You are my fiancée, and if you have to worry, you should worry about me, not him!"
Wu Yanmei's pretty figure trembled when she heard this, her eyes slightly raised, looking at the faint smile at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, she couldn't help but feel a twitch in her heart.
Ye Shaohan looked away from Wu Yanmei's pale face, raised his right hand and pointed at the young man who fell to the ground like a dead dog, and said with his lips: "Next time, find a good man, don't even punch me like a loser.
It’s too much to bear, it’s really embarrassing for me to find such a person!”
Hearing what Ye Shaohan said, Wu Yanmei's pretty face turned pale. She snorted coldly and said in a low voice: "I want you to take care of it!"
Ye Shaohan shrugged slightly, and with a calm expression, he bowed towards the old man who remained silent and said: "Senior, this junior is indeed not here for the sword of Jiange, because I am here to sell the sword, so Jiange must have sheathed the sword.
!”
Huo Qilin had told Ye Shaohan a long time ago that the old man in front of him was a sixth-level spiritual master, so Ye Shaohan once again carried forward the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young in China. He behaved extremely modestly, which was completely different from before.
Two people.
The crowd around him looked at Ye Shaohan with a natural expression in astonishment, and couldn't help but sigh that his face could change so quickly.
"Boy, how did you become so polite!" Huo Qilin expressed contempt again. He was well aware of Ye Shaohan's shamelessness.
Ye Shaohan curled his lips slightly. Normally, he would not be polite to this old immortal, but now the matter of selling the sword is not over yet. If the old man does not put away the sword, then his trip will be in vain.
Ye Shaohan's humble performance naturally aroused the old man's favor. A slight smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth and he said lightly: "What kind of sword is it!"
"What kind of sharp sword can he have! Ye Shaohan, if you want to sell some scrap copper and iron, you can go to other weapon stores. My Wu Family Sword Pavilion never collects garbage!" Wu Yanmei joked, with a look of disgust still in the corners of her eyes.
, in her opinion, Ye Shaohan was able to knock the young man unconscious just now just by relying on a sneak attack.
Ye Shaohan was too lazy to pay attention to Wu Yanmei. He curled his lips slightly and continued: "Senior, is this how Jiange treats guests?"
"Ye Shaohan, how dare you ignore me!" Wu Yanmei suddenly frowned, and then the whip in her hand swept towards Ye Shaohan like a rainbow, and a burst of wind sounded.
Ye Shaohan's face turned cold. Wu Yanmei's repeated unreasonable troubles had made him tired. The right hand that was shrunk in the sleeve suddenly and quickly grabbed back. The weak spiritual energy flowed in the fingertips. Wu Yanmei only felt a huge force from
There was a sound coming from the long whip, and the long whip came out immediately.
Ye Shaohan casually threw back the long whip in his hand, and his cold eyes shot at Wu Yanmei like a real sword, as if he was about to go berserk at any time.
Wu Yanmei, who was stared at by Ye Shaohan, suddenly turned pale. Cold sweat immediately penetrated her clothes.
"My little friend, my sword in the sword pavilion has naturally been retracted. I wonder where your sword is!" The old man's figure suddenly appeared between Ye Shaohan and Wu Yanmei like a ghost, blocking Ye Shaohan's cold eyes. This move undoubtedly resolved the tension at the scene.
Awkward.
Ye Shaohan also knew what was going on. He understood that this was the territory of the Wu family, and the old man could not let him hurt Wu Yanmei. He said lightly: "Senior, please take a look at it. I don't know the quality of this sword. Senior, you have tasted countless swords. Please
Look at this sword in this junior’s hand!”
The surrounding eyes couldn't help but fall on the sword behind Ye Shaohan, and they all showed a hint of joking. This boy is so arrogant that he wants the sword from the master of the sword pavilion! You must know that the swords produced by the master of the sword pavilion are all top-notch swords.
Popular among warriors.
Wu Yanmei raised her eyes slightly, and her face gradually returned to normal. There was also a hint of joking on her face. She did not believe that Ye Shaohan in front of her would take out a top-notch sword.
Ye Shaohan ignored the joking glances around him, he held the sword behind his back with his backhand, and with a whoosh, a sharp sword energy spread out in all directions!
A rather simple sword, three or four feet long, extremely dark, and a world of difference compared to those gorgeous-looking swords. The scene fell into silence for a while, and then a loud laughter broke out, and everyone was in difficulty.
He looked at the sword in Ye Shaohan's hand with confidence.
Wu Yanmei also burst into laughter and laughed regardless of her ladylike image.
Ye Shaohan ignored the laughter around him. He looked at the old man with slightly narrowed eyes thoughtfully and said calmly: "Senior, I don't know what this sword is like!"
The old man slowly stroked the sparse beard on his chin, and then said slowly: "What is the name of this sword?"
"Show dance!" The plain voice fell into the ears of Wu Yanmei, who was wiping her lips and laughing, and exploded like the thunder of the Nine Heavens. Wu Yanmei's expression was shocked, and her face immediately turned gloomy!
Show dance, show dance, don't you want to divorce Wu Yanmei!
Wu Yanmei paused for a moment, then her delicate face filled with anger, she pointed at Ye Shaohan and shouted: "Ye Shaohan, you...you are going too far!"
Ye Shaohan ignored the angry Wu Yanmei around him. He lowered his head and flicked the tip of the sword. The sword kept trembling, and then a crisp sword roar came out, followed by Ye Shaohan's plain voice. He said again: "This sword
It’s called Show Dance!”
"How dare you divorce me!" Wu Yanmei's eyes widened and she said in disbelief. With her beauty and background, she would be divorced by a loser.
Wu Yanmei shrugged nonchalantly and said with regret, "I'm afraid those old men in the Ye family won't allow it!"
At this time, Wu Yanmei's beautiful eyes were full of anger, and his whole body couldn't help trembling, pointing at Ye Shaohan and saying: "You don't have this chance, because I will never marry you!"