Xia Xiaoyu repeated it, and couldn't help but sneer. It was indeed him.
After looking at the two of them silently, he walked up the mountain.
"Quick, send the message to Shanshan, don't provoke Xia Xiaoyu, he really dares to kill people!"
After watching Xia Xiaoyu go up the mountain, the two people hurriedly used special means to send a message to the mountain to let others be careful.
After all, many of them are just like them, and have never even killed a chicken, let alone killed someone.
The reason why they wanted to treat Xia Xiaoyu was, on the one hand, the order of the martial arts leader, and on the other hand, they did not take Xia Xiaoyu seriously at all and bullied the weak and feared the strong.
And those who actually dared to kill had all died on the way Xia Xiaoyu came.
A certain room in a palace on the top of a mountain.
"Is someone going up the mountain?"
A white-haired man received the message and showed a hint of displeasure.
And next to him, there was another person, it was Zhan Hongyun!
"Xia Xiaoyu?"
There was a hint of hatred in Zhan Hongyun's eyes, and he sneered: "There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell, so you break in. Xia Xiaoyu, come on, I have set up a dragnet waiting for you to come and die!"
When Xia Xiaoyu was hiking, the wind was howling, snowflakes were flying, and it was freezing to the bone. The temperature was so cold that he shivered.
"How can humans survive in this kind of weather?"
Xia Xiaoyu walked with difficulty. His head and clothes were all covered with goose feather-like snowflakes. Even the little white wolf was so cold that he huddled in Xia Xiaoyu's arms.
The higher they went, the lower the temperature became. When they climbed to the 100th floor, Xia Xiaoyu and Little White Wolf's souls were frozen.
"If there are really immortals in the world, do they live in such an environment? Live a miserable life like I did when I came here?"
Xia Xiaoyu was thinking wildly as he walked.
After walking for about thirty minutes, Xia Xiaoyu finally reached the top of the mountain.
"Someone's coming again!"
"More than half of the martial arts competition has passed. Why is he here just now? Is he sick?"
"Look at the animal in his arms. Is it a dog or a wolf?"
"It doesn't matter who he is, if you don't accept it, just practice!"
There was an open space in front of Xia Xiaoyu, and a huge palace stood five hundred meters away, with a magnificent momentum.
There were about a hundred people in various costumes standing there in the open space. They seemed to be exercising and waiting. It was quite lively.
After they saw Xia Xiaoyu, they immediately started talking, and many people looked at Xia Xiaoyu with hostile eyes.
"Mr. Xia, you are finally here!"
In the crowd, an old man walked out happily and greeted Xia Xiaoyu enthusiastically. It was Mr. He.
When the old man saw Xia Xiaoyu, it was like seeing a savior. After he came over, he followed Xia Xiaoyu all the time, asking about his welfare, and even asked someone to bring a heavy down jacket to Xia Xiaoyu.
"Mr. He, why are there so many people here?" Xia Xiaoyu asked in confusion.
In his opinion, the martial arts conference should have ended, why are there so many people still here?
Hasn't it started yet?
Or are they all staying here to deal with him.
"It's a long story."
He Lao was so sad that he began to explain to Xia Xiaoyu.
It turned out that just as Xia Xiaoyu thought, the martial arts conference was not over, but only half started.
"I see!"
Xia Xiaoyu sneered, feeling defensive.
However, he also knew that the person behind the scenes was waiting for him and did not kill him on the road, so the final battlefield would definitely be here.
"Brother He, who is this little brother?"
An old man with white beard and hair and a thin body came over, looking puzzled.
"Brother Murong, let me introduce to you. This is Xia Xiaoyu, the little brother Xia I often mentioned to you!" Mr. He helped introduce.
The old man in front of him is named Murong Tongfang. He is a close friend of Mr. He. The two have a particularly close relationship.
Following Murong Tongfang, there was an old man with a hunchback who was even thinner than him. This old man's eyes were cloudy and he looked like he was about to die. This man's name was Hu Jianshu, and he was also a big shot.
"This is the big shot you are talking about. A hero comes from a young age. I admire him."
Murong Tongfang warmly held Xia Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Next, please take care of me, Mr. Xia."
"Oh, who am I talking about? It turns out to be your old and immortal friend named He. Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at his age, he should be about the same as your grandson."
At this time, a strange voice came, and then, an old man with a gloomy look and squinted eyes slowly walked over and said with a sarcastic face: "You actually call your grandson a brother, you are an old man, do you still have dignity?
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"Ma Xingchang!" When Mr. He saw this man, his expression suddenly darkened.
The two are mortal enemies, and the He family and the Ma family are life-and-death enemies.
In recent decades, although there has been no large-scale war between the two families, they are still competing secretly.
Therefore, Ma Xingchang looked for trouble for Mr. He everywhere. At this moment, he saw Mr. He talking and laughing with a young man, and his posture was very low, so he came to laugh at him.
Due to the appearance of Ma Xingchang, the atmosphere at the scene became a bit tense.
"You are old and immortal, worthy of your grandson and brother. You seem to be enjoying it. The head of the He family has fallen to this level. It is really despising! Lowly!" Ma Xingchang said with a sarcastic face.
In his eyes, they were a martial arts family with a certain status, so they should put on airs, stand high, and let the young people admire and worship them.
But Mr. He was so peaceful with Xia Xiaoyu, and even matched the Xia Xiaoyu brothers. In his eyes, it was simply a drop in price!
In terms of reputation, Mr. He is still ahead of him. By doing this, Mr. He obviously slapped him in the face!
After mocking Mr. He, Ma Xingchang looked at Xia Xiaoyu with a condescending and superior look, "Young man! Don't do porcelain work if you don't have diamonds. If you want people to call you brother, you have to ask first if you have the weight!
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Although Xia Xiaoyu has a shaggy beard, his true age cannot be hidden from him. He can tell at a glance that Xia Xiaoyu is only about thirty years old at most.
Mr. He was at least over seventy years old, and his status was extremely noble. However, such an old man called a thirty-year-old young man his brother. This was completely unbearable for him, so he made sarcastic remarks.
"Get out!" Xia Xiaoyu spat out one word coldly.
This Ma Xingchang was really annoying. He called him grandson when he first came up, and also made sarcastic remarks about Mr. He. He had a bad attitude. Therefore, he didn't like this old boy and told him to get out.