The slogan of "Destroy the Big Four, Protect China" quickly spread on the Internet.

Countless commoners spoke out in support of Wang Wu.

They have always been oppressed by the four major families, and they have long been unaccustomed to the style of the four major families.

It's just that no one has ever dared to stand up against the four major families.

Maybe there was before, but before the climate was formed, it was absorbed by the four major families, or disappeared quietly.

The louder the support, the louder the opposition.

Surprisingly, these voices of opposition did not come from the four major families, but also from the common class.

"If you want to die yourself, don't pull us along. ”

"Is there any benefit to going against the big four, can I get a salary increase or can I afford to buy a house?"

"It's no good, and you want us to do it with you, you treat us as fools!"

"If you win a game, you don't know how thick the sky is, and the background of people is comparable to a civilian team like yours?"

......

Wang Wu ignored these voices.

When the warrior is shouting, there is always a swarm of flies buzzing next to him.

When the fighters have decided the winner, they will pounce on them and crawl on the wounds of the fighters to suck the blood.

There is no need for this kind of person to bother with him, and when they come together, they can just slap them to death.

Some people are accustomed to being dogs, accustomed to relying on the owner's reward to eat, and helping the owner to take care of the home.

Passers-by saw him pitiful and wanted to help him untie the collar around his neck and let him regain his freedom.

Not only does the dog not appreciate it, but it will also point its teeth at the passerby.

There is no denying that there are many such dogs, they are used to being dogs and do not want any changes.

At night, Ellie confronted Wang Wu with her mobile phone.

"Lao Wang, you ...... You even openly declared war on the four major families?"

"That's right, is there a problem?" Wang Wu tilted his head and asked.

"Are you dying?"

"I put the contradictions on the table, so they don't dare to make small moves in the dark, and if they still take care of a little face, they can only beat me in the arena. ”

"They can be faceless when they have to. ”

"It's not time yet, is it?"

The four major families have always been high-minded, and they have never looked down on Wang Wu and these people.

Although Wang Wu had just defeated the Qin family, they wouldn't think that Wang Wu would be able to win all the time.

They're just going to find a way to win it back on the field, and they're confident they can win it back.

......

Late at night, alleys.

The Inomi people carry lanterns.

In front of him was a sturdy man more than two meters tall, standing with his hands behind his back.

This man is the think tank of the younger generation of the Qin family-Qin Yuehu.

Qin Yuehu, his plan is like a fox.

The reason why he came to meet the Imi people was because among the many children of the family, there was only one who had never bullied the Imi.

"I have already consulted the upper echelons of the family, and from now on, you will revert to the 'Qin' surname. ”

Qin Yuehu said.

"Oh!" the Inomi replied.

"The family did have a place to be sorry for you before, but the result was good, and now the family wants you to come back. ”

"Oh, does the family need me now?"

"To be honest, the family doesn't lack a combat power like you, but the family doesn't want to have excellent children fall outside. ”

"You mean, if I don't excel in the future, the family may still kick me out. ”

"Now that the seeds of hatred have sprouted, I believe you will no longer be ordinary. Qin Yuehu turned around and stared at the Yimei people's eyes, "Only the family can give you countless resources to make you stronger. ”

"What I want most is not to be stronger, you don't have what I want. ”

After saying that, Inomi turned to leave with the lantern.

Qin Yuehu shouted at him: "You can not go back to the Qin family for the time being, but listen to my advice, leave Jingda, in order to survive." ”

The Imi figure paused, then lifted his steps and continued walking.

......

In Murong Xuanbai's room, a small sword flew in from the window and stuck it next to his bed.

A token hung from the small sword, dangling back and forth on the hilt.

Murong Xuanbai opened his eyes, took the token from the hilt of his sword, and carefully read the words on the token.

After reading it, he crushed the token and continued to sit cross-legged on the bed, meditating with his eyes closed.

Every time he breathed in, he breathed and exhaled very steadily, as if nothing had happened just now.

Only the core disciples of the Murong family knew what that token represented.

As soon as the sword order came out, it was like the head of the family coming in person.

Any family disciple must act according to orders, and if they disobey, they will be killed.

However, Murong Xuanbai not only ignored the order on the token, but also directly crushed the token, leaving no way back.

The next morning.

Murong Xuanbai went out with a long sword on his back, and he was going to practice swordsmanship in the cultivation hall in the league village.

With three days to go until the next round, all the fighters have to train normally to keep themselves in shape.

Murong Xuanbai, a cultivation madman, naturally wouldn't waste a single bit of time.

"Brother!"

A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Murong Xuanbai couldn't help but stop.

Just like Gujing Wubo's heart, it also beats.

"You, what are you doing here?" Murong Xuanbai said.

Without looking back, he knew that standing behind him was his younger brother, the younger brother who had taken his place as heir after the awakening system.

The current first heir of the Murong family - Murong Xuanhui.

"I came over to see my brother. ”

Murong Xuanhui's words made Murong Xuanhui's white eyes moisten slightly.

"Brother, you know, I don't want to be the heir of the Murong family, the responsibility is too great, I can't do it well. ”

"This position should be done by you, you are my brother, the genius of our Murong family. ”

"When I was a child, I always followed behind you, pulling the corner of your clothes and not letting go, I was afraid that you would secretly hide and practice swords, so that no one would play with me. ”

"You are my only brother, and I want you back. ”

Murong Xuanhui finished these words in one breath, and then looked at his brother expectantly.

Murong Xuanbai took a deep breath, "I'm going to practice my sword, don't follow." ”

After he finished speaking, he walked into the training hall without looking back.

Just like him many years ago, he carried a wooden sword on his back and shook off his younger brother who grabbed the corner of his clothes, "I'm going to practice swords, don't follow." ”

Exactly the same words, two different tones.

Murong Xuanhui listened, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he turned to leave.

Murong Xuanbai entered the cultivation hall, swiped his card to pay the money, and opened an independent private room for five hours.

As always, he raised his sword and slashed at the special wooden figure in front of him.

The long sword stopped above the wooden man's head, and the sword qi came out of the sword, sweeping past the wooden man in front of him, and the wooden man was torn apart and shattered to the ground.

The difference is that the fracture of the wooden figure is not as smooth as it used to be.

The sword qi was a little chaotic, just like his heart.

(End of chapter)