A pair of palms that were not wide suddenly grabbed Luo Linzhu's arms when her knees touched the ground.

Luo Linzhu turned his head abruptly, and when he saw the owner of the hands, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Mother. ”

Ye Haotian smiled and looked at his mother's dignified and beautiful face, which was as white as jade, and although he was over thirty years old, he only looked like he was in his twenties, and called softly.

"Tian'er, you, are you awake?"

Luo Linzhu finally relieved himself, and grabbed Ye Haotian's arm excitedly, his arm was trembling.

"Wake up, the child is not filial, it makes you worried, let's go, let's go home. ”

picked up Luo Linzhu, and then chased Xiao Man also stepped forward to support his wife's other arm, and the three of them turned around and walked out, and when they were about to reach the door, Ye Haotian suddenly turned around and grinned at the young woman with Danfeng eyes who was standing behind him and staring at him.

"Lin Jiao'er, don't take it as an example, if you dare to be disrespectful to my mother again, don't blame me Ye Haotian for poking out the ugly things you did, and with the irritable temper of the second uncle, I promise not to kill you. ”

Lin Jiao'er's body suddenly stiffened when she heard Ye Haotian's words, and it wasn't until the three figures disappeared that she came to her senses, and screamed in a trembling voice: "What is something ugly about me, what did I Lin Jiao'er do! Okay, you Ye Haotian dare to threaten me, see how the old lady cleans you up!"

shouted in his mouth, for some reason, Lin Jiaoer, who has always been arrogant and spicy, broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

Ye Haotian clearly remembered that Lin Jiao'er had an affair with someone in that life, and was beaten to death by the second uncle with a whip, that incident happened half a year later, if he didn't know that the water-based poplar woman in front of him couldn't live for too long, he would never let her go so easily today.

"Tian'er, today is the sword sacrifice day in Zhuangzi, since you are awake, go and participate, it will be too late. ”

On the way, Luo Linzhu, who was sure that his son had recovered as before, was surprised and delighted, how could he still have the heart to ask the reason for the recovery of the injury, and heard the noise in the distance, and then remembered that today was the big day of the villa.

"Okay, mother, why don't we go and have a look?"

"Me?"

"What's the matter, my dad hasn't come back from going out, if you don't go, they really think that there is no one in the third room, let's go, Xiaoman, let's go and have a look." ”

"Master Haole. ”

Xiaoman agreed, looking at Ye Haotian happily, not to mention how happy he was.

Sword Day is an annual festival in Tibetan Sword Villa.

On this day, from the elders of the village to the maids and servants, they all went to the front yard to participate in the sword sacrifice ceremony, which was the glory of every disciple of the villa.

Except for the sword sacrifice ceremony.

The sword competition that tested the disciples' cultivation strength in the villa was the highlight of the day.

The disciples who win the big competition and get the title of 'Sword Leader' will be directly promoted to the inheritance sequence of the villa.

Not only can you enter the sword shrine to choose a rare sword, but you can also choose a sword slave as a guard.

The Ye family's sword slaves are all sword masters who have escaped for a hundred miles, and they are famous in the entire Black Rock City.

In the last two years.

Ye Haotian also participated in the sword sacrifice conference.

However, due to the loss of cultivation, he could only watch others compete in the ring as a bystander, and now that his withered meridians have been restored by divine blood, it is time to enter the sword mound and choose a sword that suits him.

On the wide square in the front yard.

The disciples of the whole mountain villa gathered together, all smiling and smiling, and there was a lively and festive atmosphere.

In the middle, on a three-foot-high, twenty-zhang stone platform, a long and wide offering table was filled with pigs, sheep and fish meat sacrificial swords.

At the end of the table, a sword made of fine iron lay a thick iron sword with a black sheath and black handle, which was the Ye family's heirloom sword sword slaying demon sword.

Back then, the mad sword Ye Donglai used it to cut off the head of the sect master of the Demon Sect, and he became famous in a fight.

To the left of the altar is the VIP area.

Zhou Mantang, the hall master of the Golden Sword Gate, the other two major forces in Baiyun Town, and Du Sangun, the master of the Golden Gun Gate, sat on the VIP chair with more than a dozen elder disciples, talking and laughing with the mad sword Ye Donglai, talking about the strange things that had happened in Baiyun Town in recent days, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.

There were eight chairs beside Ye Donglai, who had already had white hair, and behind the chairs sat eight old men with gloomy faces and iron swords on their backs, all of them were not angry and arrogant, they were eight of the eighteen swordsmen who followed Ye Donglai to the Demon Heaven Palace, and they were also the eight elders of the villa.

The seats on the right are divided into four zones.

There are three seats at the front of each area.

The first two areas were already packed.

There were also two men and one woman sitting on the chairs in the fourth area, and there were more than a dozen men and women standing behind them.

Only the third district is deserted, and it looks particularly eye-catching around the crowded altar.

This seat belongs to the four sons of Ye Donglai, the mad sword.

"Big brother, the third child hasn't returned from his trip for almost four years, I think these chairs might as well be removed clean, it's really an eyesore to be empty here, so that the people of the Golden Knife Gate and the Golden Gun Gate can see it, jokes. ”

Second Master Ye Yue turned his head to look at the empty seat beside him, and said with a smile at Uncle Ye Xing.

"The third child is not here, his precious son Haotian is not still in the Zhuangzi, as long as there is one person left in the third room, this chair cannot be removed. Uncle Ye Xing said lightly.

"What are you mentioning that embarrassing waste?" Second Master Ye Yue sneered in disgust: "I was seriously injured by meddling on the street three days ago, and now I am still lying on the bed, I am afraid that today's sword sacrifice meeting will not come." ”

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's certain. ”

The corners of Ye Xing's mouth raised slightly.

"If he dares not to take such an important day as the Sword Sacrifice Conference, see how the old man explains to the people of the whole villa, in the past few years, the old man has taken enough care of the third room, if the resources wasted on Ye Haotian are invested in Shenghu or Qingyang, they are afraid that they will have already broken through the condensation realm and entered the transformation qi realm. ”

"What the eldest brother said is extremely true, hey, where has Shenghu gone? Why hasn't he come yet?" Ye Yue looked behind Ye Xing and pretended to be surprised.

"Hasn't your Qingyang arrived?"

Ye Xing looked at his second brother Ye Yue playfully, the latter was slightly stunned, and then looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly broke into the watch, and it was Ye Shenghu and the others.

"Shenghu, what's wrong with your nose?"

Ye Xing saw that his son's face was distorted, a piece of gauze was wrapped around his nose, and a blood-red mark was revealed underneath, and his brows immediately wrinkled.

Ye Qingyang hurriedly said: "Uncle, it was Ye Haotian who did it and injured Brother Shenghu's nose. ”

"What?!"

Ye Xing's eyes widened: "Ye Haotian, that waste injured you?"

Ye Shenghu said with a red face and hatred: "Dad, it was him who sneaked attack, otherwise, my son would never suffer this loss." ”

"What about the others?"

Ye Xing's face suddenly became ugly.

"Ran. ”

"Ran away?" Ye Xing seemed to hear a big joke, "A waste of the first level of the Condensation Realm who was even injured in his heart has injured you, a high-level swordsman of the seventh level of the Condensation Realm...... Still running away?"