The sun is scorching.

In the crowded crowd, everyone was sweating profusely and looking panicked.

In the front row, none of the men, women and children blocking the door dared to go up the bridge.

Several people in the crowd were whispering......

Most of them are talking nonsense, and most of them don't know the truth.

Xia Qing stood in the crowd, without a trace of expression on his handsome face. Because the corners of his mouth are naturally with a hint of upward curvature, even when it is very serious, it still seems to have a slight smile.

This makes him look special in the crowd.

But no one has noticed him yet.

When he saw the words on the wooden sign, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Are all the current warriors so depraved?

It's a shame to be here to compete with these ordinary people!

As an old-timer, he really can't stand it.

It happened that Ma Dashuang's blacksmith shop was not far from the West City Gate, so he asked in a low voice, "Dashuang, do you know these two people?"

Ma Dashuang was tall, and when he looked out, a solemn touch flew over his black face: "Master, they are killers from Stormwind City five days ago. ”

Xia Qing remembered that in the extreme west of the Sanctuary Realm, there was a place called Stormwind City.

Stormwind City does not stop storming all year round, and the four seasons are like winter.

It just so happened that the West Hill Mine they were going to was in Stormwind City.

Xia Qing was curious about these two people: "The killer of Stormwind City, why is it blocked here?"

Ma Dashuang shook his head, looking dazed: "Master, you are embarrassed for me, I am not a martial artist, and I don't know much about these things." ”

Xia Qing was not surprised by his answer.

He looked back at the twenty-year-old boy who was following him, and beckoned, "Come here!"

The young man was sweating profusely and squeezed through the crowd: "Young Master Qing, is there something?"

Xia Qing pointed to the two people on the bridge: "Do you know these two people?"

The young man looked over and shook his head: "I don't know." ”

It's normal not to know.

Xia Qing saw that he was holding a sword in his hand: "If you are asked to send them away, can you do it?"

The young man glanced around, his face was panicked, and he waved his hand again and again: "No, no, young master, don't make fun of me, so many people don't dare to go, how can I do it." ”

Xia Qing secretly sighed at the misfortune of his family.

Why are the men who come out of the Xia family so timid now?

It is no wonder that the Xia Wangfu failed to become the strongest existence among the five major palaces of the Holy Domain......

Thinking back then, when the entire holy domain heard the three words of Xia Wangfu, their souls trembled!

But now......

It's really a family in the middle, and one generation is not as good as the next!

In addition to sighing, using his divine sense to perceive the cultivation of the young man is just an entry-level martial artist.

But the two people on the other side weren't much better.

In comparison, the two people on the opposite side are stronger.

But as a man from Xia Wangfu, it is really embarrassing to be so timid.

Xia Qing was a little displeased: "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

The young man saw that Xia Qing's face sank, and he seemed to be very nervous, and his sweat had already wet his body...... After hesitating for a while, he wiped the beads of sweat from his head: "My name is Xia Ling." ”

Xia Ling?

His name is in the memory of the original owner.

Xia Ling is the son of the head of the inner court, strictly speaking, he is not a member of the Xia family, but a slave of the Xia family. Although there was no negotiation with the original owner, or even a meeting, they all knew each other's names.

Xia Qing doesn't care if he is a slave or his own clansman, as long as he comes out of the Xia Wang's mansion, he is his own family.

This Xia Ling is really not a weapon!

Kung Fu can't be practiced, but a martial artist doesn't even have the guts, and he will definitely not be successful in the future.

A touch of coldness flew in Xia Qing's eyes: "Now I order you to go and drive those two people away!"

When Xia Ling heard this, he trembled with fright: "Young Master Qing, why do you bother to make it difficult, according to the rules of the palace, once we can't solve the things, the masters will solve them." Thou art our master, and I am afraid of ......"

I don't have the ability, I don't have the guts, and I have learned to shirk responsibility!

How can there be such a slave in the world!

Today's Xia Wangfu is actually such a trend!

It seems that the current Xia King is really mediocre to the extreme......

But it doesn't matter, Xia Qing is back this time, and he will definitely not let the Xia family continue to degenerate like this!

So he slapped Xia Ling on the shoulder, and said sharply: "This hasn't been done yet, how do you know it's not good! Hurry up and give it to me, if the trip is delayed, I'll chop you now!"

Xia Ling was stunned!

Usually at times like this, the masters come out.

When I came to Xia Qing today, I actually asked him, the next person, to be a pioneer.

He glanced at Xia Qing complainingly.

There was a scolding in my heart......

Waste is waste, you have to let others die, can you do it yourself?

But he didn't dare to say such things.

After all, Xia Qing has always been his master.

But as soon as he thought of having to fight with the two people on the bridge, he even began to tremble with the hand holding the sword, and said with a sad face: "Young Master Qing, if I die in battle, please send someone to send a letter to my father to report the funeral, just say that I, Xia Ling, can no longer share my father's worries......"

Timid, but a little filial.

Pepsi filial piety comes first, and with him, it is impossible for Xia Qing to watch him die.

slapped him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, those two are just a mere martial artist realm, and if you really do it, they are not much better than you." ”

What, martial arts, and mere remarks?

Who in the Xia Wangfu didn't know that the original master's cultivation was not much better than that of most minions, and it was also an entry level.

The only thing that can be a little better than everyone is that the original owner has learned the Xia family's internal strength since he was a child, and he is more relaxed than ordinary people when cultivating.

Xia Ling secretly disdainful, his face was still full of fear: "Young Master Qing, I can't hide it, I'm just a beginner cultivator, and the other side is a dignified martial artist, even if I fight for this life, it is impossible to hurt a hair of them." But Young Master Qing has to ask me to send me to death, and the slave should take the order!"

With that, he finally stood out of the crowd.

However, his whole body trembled, and it took him a long time to take a step, and the sweat on his head became denser with each step.

Just like him, where is it like going to drive people out, it is clearly to sacrifice ugliness!

Xia Qing really couldn't stand it, so he kicked him hard in the ass: "You should hurry up for me, so many people are waiting to cross the bridge, dignified Xia Wangfu man, do you want to be blocked here for the rest of your life!"

This kick was not light or heavy, but it just hurt a little.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ling fell to the ground with a thud, wailing in pain: "Young Master Qing, your kick is really ruthless, I can't stand up!"

I've never seen someone who is not angry, and I have never seen someone who is so angry!

Xia Qing hates iron but not steel!

This Xia Ling is also a twenty-year-old man, how can he not be as brave as a three-year-old child! What is the difference between him and escaping from the battle!

"Forget it!" Xia Qing was also helpless, and twisted Xia Ling up and threw it into the crowd behind.

And he himself led by example and walked to the suspension bridge with his bare hands......