The Prade family, who is in control, and the Mu family, who are sad, form a stark contrast between the two sides.

The only one present who was light and breezy and had nothing to do was Wei Xia......

"Tsk~" Wei Xia smacked his lips, then made an unfathomable look, walked up to Biyang Prad and asked:

"What would you do if someone stuck out their left cheek and asked you to hit it?"

Biyang frowned and replied tentatively:

"Hit him on the right cheek?"

"Wrong!" Wei Xia directly denied, shook his head and said:

"The correct answer is, 'together' with his right cheek, hit together!"

Lille Prad looked at Wei Xia intently, and said in a deep voice:

"Young man, who are you? Don't say something inexplicable, I'm afraid you're not qualified to interject in this kind of scene!"

Without waiting for Mu Qian to open his mouth to introduce, Wei Xia had already stopped in front of him one step in advance, and smiled faintly:

"It doesn't matter if you have the left or right cheek, don't worry, there is always a chance to be beaten!

Aren't you looking for an opponent to fight? It's me! The son-in-law of the Mu family, who has been professionally slapping his face for 20 years, has always been of consistent quality. ”

"Fart! I don't know how thick the sky is!" Biyang scolded angrily, and when he stepped out, he wanted to teach this underbeaten boy a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Lille Prad stopped him, his face gloomy:

"Biyang, calm down and don't be distracted by emotions. ”

Turning around, Lille stared at Mu Qian and said:

"In the fifth game of the Centennial Covenant, this young man will be Biyang's opponent, right?"

Mu Qian nodded:

"Yes! It's him, Wei Xia, Mu Feng's son-in-law. ”

At the mention of Mu Feng, a faint wisp of irritability floated through Lilplade's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

But this extremely small emotion was still captured by Wei Xia.

"It's weird!" Wei Xia said secretly in his heart.

Originally, it was just speculation that Mu Feng's death was related to the Prader family, but now this speculation is more confirmed.

"Mu Qian, let's start! don't care about the fatigue of the journey, you can officially start the competition now. Lille said solemnly.

Mu Qian looked at Wei Xia and found that this kid didn't look nervous at all, and didn't seem to take Biyang in the later stage of the day after tomorrow in his eyes at all.

"By the way, what kind of strength is this kid? It's still a mystery to this day!" Mu Qian secretly analyzed, and a glimmer of hope gradually rose in his heart.

"Xiao Xia, do you need to prepare, the other party can fight at any time, if you have no opinion, now we will rush to the martial arts arena together. Mu Qian left some leeway when he spoke.

Wei Xia could hear it, but he didn't need much leeway!

"Grandpa, let's go, I can't wait!" Wei Xia's eyes kept staring at Lilplader, as if with a bloodthirsty excitement.

…………

The martial arts arena is a flat land with a radius of 100 zhang, 10 zhang in length and width, and there are no stones on the ground, and it is all rammed soil.

The land is much stronger than the stony ground.

Accidental bruises, bone damage rarely occurs on the land, this is where the children of the Mu family usually perform martial arts.

Now, in the huge venue, there are only two people, Wei Xia and Biyang Prad.

"Let you strike first! Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even get a chance to make a move. Biyang Prad said.

Wei Xia shook his head and smiled:

"It is said that your Prader family also majors in Jiu-Jitsu, and Jiu-Jitsu is combined with the fierce and domineering Prajna Demon Skill, I would love to see it.

To tell you the truth, I've developed a martial art that specializes in restraining jiu-jitsu, so you have to be careful. ”

Biyang pursed his lips disdainfully and mocked:

"Specifically restraining jiu-jitsu, what kind of international jokes! There is no such martial art in the whole world!

I've given you a chance, but you don't cherish it, so ...... Die!"

Rumble~~

His legs slammed into force, and Biyang's whole person had already run out.

This kind of speed and explosiveness is like a cannonball!

The onlookers of the Mu family unconsciously tightened their hearts:

"It's too fast! The late day after tomorrow and the middle day after tomorrow are completely two levels!"

"In the face of this kind of opponent, the forest, fire, and the mountain, I am afraid that one move will be lost in seconds, and the day after tomorrow will be ...... It's horrible!"

"It's over, it's lost! The last battle of the Hundred Year Covenant just caught up with the birth of such a demon. ”

"My Lin family's Yimu Gong method is destined to lose to the Prader family. ”

The twelve elders were not as pessimistic as the others for the time being, but the extremely solemn expressions on their faces had betrayed their nervous hearts.

In a short moment, Biyang was already close to Wei Xia.

There was a faint golden light on his hands, which was the profound internal force cultivated by the Prajna Demon Martial Arts, and such a pair of hands habitually carried the starting style of Jiu-Jitsu.

Not a fist, not a palm, but—

Scratch!

Look for the opponent's flaws, find opportunities to seize the opponent's vulnerable position, and defeat the enemy with one move!

Wei Xia is in the general starting style of Chinese martial arts, with his left leg flexed and extended, his right leg retreated, and his single palm in front of him, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"There is a flaw!" Biyang was overjoyed when he saw this posture.

It seems that the offensive and defensive posture is both offensive and defensive, as long as you attack at absolute speed, you can completely subdue the opposite side before it can make an effective defense!

Sou~~

Biyang's speed was immediately a minute faster, and his body was slightly on one side, already avoiding Wei Xia's front, and his hands grabbed Wei Xia's shoulders.

When Biyang's hands completely grasped Wei Xia's shoulders, something strange happened.

Wei Xia suddenly laughed like that!!

The bullshit is like a great enemy, and it is all acting~

The Great Artist System can also play a role in martial arts, playing this peerless genius of the Prade family once in 500 years!

"Hit you on the right cheek!" Wei Xia shouted, and at the same time, his body quickly broke free from it, and his hands grabbed Biyang's shoulders as well.

Biyang subconsciously didn't want to be slapped in the face, and when he heard that Wei Xia was going to hit the right cheek, he hurriedly turned his right face to the right, and his left face was blocked in front.

"Haha, you're so obedient!" Wei Xia laughed and leaned his head over.

Bang!

"Ah~~~Ah~~~"

Biyang's skull was directly dented by Wei Xia, and his hands immediately let go of Wei Xia, holding his head and falling to the ground wailing.

"Iron head skill, tsk~ It's been tried and tested!haha!" Wei Xia shook his head and said proudly.

"Biyang!

"Big young master!"

"Big young master!"

Lille Prad and the other two old men were star-eyed and nervous.

"Distressed, don't worry!" Wei Xia squinted at the three Prad who were watching the battle in the distance.

Suddenly, he leaned over and reached out and lifted Biyang up directly.

Bang bang!

Two punches in a row, smashed on both of Biyang's shoulders.

"Ah~~~~~h

Another scream rang out.

"Stop! Stop! We're throwing in the towel!" Lille yelled.

"Admitting defeat? Impossible! How can a genius who comes out once in five hundred years admit defeat as soon as he comes up? You say yes?" Wei Xia said teasingly to Biyang.

At the same time, his palms were not idle, shining on Biyang's left and right faces, and slapped them with a snap.

Seeing this scene, Lille in the distance didn't care so much anymore, and rushed towards Wei Xia with two companions.

"Stop! If you don't want him to die, stand still for me!" Wei Xia grabbed Biyang's neck.

Lille was completely panicked:

He had no doubt that Wei Xia had the ability to pinch off Biyang's neck!

"Calm down, don't get excited, what do you want? I'll give it to you!" Lille waved his hand at Wei Xia as he pulled out a book of cheats from his bosom.

Wei Xia dragged Biyang like a dead dog, and slowly walked towards Lille with an extremely gloomy expression:

"You are the patriarch of the Prad family, so you tell me that you killed Mu Feng twenty years ago, was it you who instigated it?"

When Mu Feng was mentioned again, the hair on Lille's face changed color, but he only hesitated for a moment, and immediately denied:

"No, it's definitely not me! Our Prad family has nothing to do with Mu Feng's accident!"

"Ah~~~~"

There was a scream, but it was Wei Xia who kicked Biyang in the middle of his legs.

"Stop! it's me! I admit it! it's someone I sent, I want to get rid of Mu Feng!" Lille was on the verge of collapse, and didn't hide it anymore:

"But we failed! Four men were sent, and the other three didn't come back, except for the one who set the fire outside. ”

"What? failed?" was an answer that was completely unexpected, and he could tell from Lille's expression that it was supposed to be the truth.

But since Mu Qingyu's parents are not dead, where have they gone all these years? At the very least, they have to come and see Mu Qingyu, right?

Rolling his eyes, Wei Xia showed a devilish smile and said:

"For your sake, I'll give you back this genius!"

Call~~

The wind sounded, and Wei Xia grabbed Biyang's neck and threw him towards Lille.

As long as there is still a breath of air, no matter what the cost is, their Prad family will cure Biyang!

Biyang is not only a 500-year-old genius of the Prad family, but also his favorite grandson of Lille.

"This beep can still be a treasure, you deserve to bury him!"

An endless taunting voice rang out the moment the three of Lille caught Biyang.

Poof!

With three soft sounds, their hearts were pierced by a palm sharper than a knife.

A super master of the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow, plus two masters at the peak of the late day after tomorrow, were all killed by Wei Xia when they were caught off guard~

Shaking off the blood stains on his hands, Wei Xia said lightly:

"My eldest sister has had a nightmare for so many years, so she should have charged a little interest!"

Bang!

Another bang.

A genius who comes out once in 500 years, his head has been directly stepped on by a shoe with soil.

After doing all this, Wei Xia walked out of the martial arts arena with a comfortable expression, completely ignoring the fragile little hearts around him.

The Mu family looked at everything in front of them dumbfounded:

The lives of four acquired martial artists, so lightly said they were gone?

After a long time.

Wei Xia was drinking tea and moistening his throat in the room, when the Great Elder walked in alone.

"Xiao Xia, you're really in trouble this time, the Prad family is not as simple as you think!" the Great Elder said worriedly.