Bu Xiaoman's brows furrowed, and he was a little anxious to look at Mrs. Ya for help, but Mrs. Ya smiled faintly and patted the little hand that Bu Xiaoman handed over, indicating that it was okay!

"Xiao Lang, one day, I will defeat you with my own strength!"

Situ Zhantian left a sentence and walked towards the ring, but Xiao Lang laughed and didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the arena became weird again!

In the face of his great enemy, Situ Zhantian actually said a word that was neither light nor serious? Is this still the demeanor of the first gentleman in Medicine King City? The most important thing is to "defeat you" instead of "kill you?"

A simple sentence, but it contains countless mysteries, and smart people immediately guessed some. Is this Situ Zhantian giving in to Xiao Lang? Or is the Situ family bowing to the eighth master?

The name of the first son of Medicine King City seems to be hanging on Xiao Lang!

Many people secretly thought about it, and many small family martial artists looked at Xiao Lang with a little fiery gaze. Thinking about it, after this martial arts competition, it seems that I want to talk about life with Xiao Lang and visit the kiln!

Although the situation is weird, Situ Zhantian is here, he wants to win the last place, and all the students in the field obviously have no opinion!

A high-level war master, or a young patriarch of the Situ family who has suppressed anger in his heart, who dares to ask for hardship?

So, it didn't take long for the martial arts competition to come to an end, and the quota for representing the Feixue Martial Arts Academy to participate in the Western City Martial Arts Academy League came out!

The young patriarch of the Bu family killed Bu Xiaoman, the first beauty of the academy, Mu Feiyu, the young master of the Mu family, Situ Zhantian, the first son of the former Medicine King City, and Xiao Lang, who killed him sideways with the momentum of a dark horse!

"Go back and rest for a day, gather at the Martial Arts Academy the morning after tomorrow, and set off for Fire Phoenix City to participate in the Western Ten Cities League!"

In the end, under the soft voice of Mrs. Ya, the curtain came down on the Flying Snow Martial Academy.

At the end of Dabi, Situ Zhantian took the students of the Situ family and his vassal family away, Mu Feiyu and Bu Xiaoshou also left, but Xiao Lang was surrounded by everyone!

The appearance of Bu Xiaoman and Mrs. Ya shows a certain attitude of the Liu family and the Bu family, such as hoping to cooperate with Yanyu Villa, such as throwing an olive branch to this young man with peerless talent...

The members of the small family who stayed behind, of course, were to hug Xiao Lang's thighs, maybe for the family, or maybe to establish some kind of friendship with this young man who might soar into the sky!

Yesterday, the eighth master took a hundred strong people around the Medicine King City, and easily broke the alliance of the Liu family's Bu family and the Situ family, in the face of absolute interests, loyalty is just a pitiful fig leaf!

Xiao Lang smiled bitterly and refused the invitation of some small family members to eat and drink together and visit the building. Everyone's eyes swept a few ambiguously glances at Xiao Lang and Bu Xiaoman, handed over an envious and ridiculous look, and left one after another.

There were only three people left in the square, Xiao Lang, Bu Xiaoman and Mrs. Ya, and Xiao Lang was even more embarrassed. Bu Xiaoman's slightly red face, the shy look of wanting to speak, drifted to Xiao Lang's gaze from time to time, even a fool could feel Bu Xiaoman's affection.

"Let's go together!"

Mrs. Ya smiled and opened her mouth to relieve Xiao Lang's embarrassment, and the three of them walked towards the gate of the martial arts courtyard, Mrs. Ya and Bu Xiaoman got into a luxury carriage, but Xiao Lang still rode his little donkey. The little donkey and two luxurious carriages walked side by side towards the city.

"Xiao Lang, come on!"

Walking through two streets, Bu Xiaoman's carriage curtain suddenly opened, revealing her pure face, after saying that, she smiled sweetly, lowered the curtain with a red face, and the carriage accelerated away!

"Ugh..."

Xiao Lang sighed slightly, he knew very well that after the Western Martial Arts Academy League, he would leave the Medicine King City immediately, and maybe he would not return to this place in five or ten years!

"Xiao Lang, is our agreement still valid?"

The curtain of the carriage on the other side was also opened, and Mrs. Ya leaned against the window, smiling like a flower, and her fox eyes narrowed slightly, full of charm!

Xiao Lang was stunned, he was originally perfunctory to Mrs. Ya, but that day, Mrs. Ya did not protect him in the end. But he still has some gratitude to Mrs. Ya in his heart, and it is naturally not good to continue to be perfunctory at this moment!

"Giggles!"

Seeing Xiao Lang's embarrassed expression, Mrs. Ya let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell, and said, "Okay, I won't embarrass you! But it's always open for you!"

With that, Madame Ya chuckled again, and the carriage sped off toward another avenue. Xiao Lang touched his nose, thinking that if this widow continued to tempt herself like this, she would arch her if she was in a hurry!

A few hundred catties of mysterious beasts in Devil Mountain can be knocked down by themselves, and they are still afraid of a fox spirit?

Slowly walked out of the West City Gate, walked towards Qingniu Town, walking on the official road, Xiao Lang's face suddenly turned cold, in a no-man's land, Xiao Lang suddenly swept towards the small jungle on the right behind him, and with a movement of his hand, three flying knives were already in his hand, and he shouted and said, "Come out, friend!"

Xiao Lang's beast-like keen perception, he has always felt that someone is following him when he goes out of the city, and at this moment there is only a small jungle in the surrounding cover, if someone is following, he can only hide inside.

"Chihiro, the eighth master's subordinate, has seen Childe!"

Sure enough, there are people!

The person who was following had not yet appeared, but he spoke first, and Xiao Lang felt that in front of him, a man in black turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of him. It was a green ox of about thirty years old, with a thin body, a white face and no beard, but a silver ring hanging from his left ear.

"What a speed!"

Xiao Lang was taken aback, this person's speed is too fast, it is conservatively estimated that he can have the speed of Situ Bandit that day, Situ Bandit is a middle-level commander.

Chihiro grinned and said a little proudly: "Hehe, Childe, this speed is only half of mine!"

Xiao Lang's eyes shrank again, this is still half the speed? If he is full of strength, how amazing will his speed be?

Wrong!

If it is the King of War, how can the Emperor of War be the Eighth Master's subordinate?

"Childe doesn't need to guess, I'm just a high-level commander!" Qianxun explained with a smile as if she had guessed what Xiao Lang was thinking.

Xiao Lang frowned, thought of a possibility, and suddenly realized: "You are a Divine Soul Warrior? Your Divine Soul Combat Skill Blessing is speed!"

"Childe is really talented and smart, the eighth master is afraid that there will be a young person who will murder the child, so he sent his subordinates to protect the son during this time, the son can rest assured, even if there are subordinates here, even if he is invincible, if he escapes, no one in this medicine king city can catch up with us, hehe!"

Chihiro's attitude towards Xiao Lang is very respectful, but there is a bit of arrogance in her words. Xiao Lang saluted Qianxun politely, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Qian, the day after tomorrow, I will go to participate in the Western Ten Cities League, and I will not go to the Colosseum in the past two days, and when the league is over, I will come to thank the eighth master!"

"Hey, hey, little things!"

Chihiro grinned, shook his body, and disappeared on the official road, Xiao Lang sighed secretly, but he was even more puzzled about his aunt's identity. If my aunt really only had some friendship with the eighth master, would the eighth master deliberately send such a strong person to protect herself?

Back at home, as Xiao Lang expected, he told the Eighth Master about sending someone to protect him, but his aunt didn't explain, just said to let himself be careful, and some things would naturally be told to him later!

Xiao Lang didn't ask much, nor did he think too much!

Since he was a child, he was most convinced of his aunt's words, not that he didn't like to think too much like Xiaodao, but he was sure that this woman would not harm him, and he was wholeheartedly good for him.

After he silently washed his aunt's feet, he went to the backyard, where the strong knife was still being cultivated. Xiao Lang waved his hand to signal the knife to stop to continue, and he also ran with the knife on his back with another boulder!

Martial arts cultivation first tempers the body, if the Xuan Qi is wine, the body is the wine bottle, only the wine bottle is big enough, strong enough, can hold more wine!

Under the moonlight, the two figures were running wildly with two huge stones of thousands of catties on their backs! Xiao Lang's speed was a little faster than the knife, and he surpassed him a few times at once. Whenever Xiao Lang overtook him, Xiaodao would grin, looking silly and happy.

The two of them practiced until late at night, and then took a shower and fell asleep. Before dawn, the two of them got up and began their daily Xuan Qi cultivation!

As the two of them breathed, one strong and one thin body, the blue light gradually weakened and intensified, like fireflies in the night, which was extremely strange.

As the morning dawn broke, the knife got up to get food, and it was hard to imagine how awkward it would be for such a tall and mighty man to be busy in the kitchen. But the knife has been cooking for many years, and the food made by his big thick hands is still extremely delicious.

Xiao Lang didn't go to help or anything, he was used to it all these years, Xiaodao insisted on himself, and wanted to repay Xiao Lang for saving him, and repay his aunt for raising him and teaching him martial arts. Xiao Lang treats him as his own brother, and between brothers, many things are not so particular, as long as they understand each other.

Xiao Lang continued to cultivate Xuan Qi, although it was only one day, he still felt that it would be good if his strength could be stronger at all! The Western Ten Cities Martial Arts Academy League must be won, and Feng Ling Dan must be won!

For a whole day, Xiao Lang was cultivating, Xiao Dao didn't ask a word about Xiao Lang's trip to Fire Phoenix City, his aunt was extremely silent, and Xiao Lang didn't say a word. This peculiar trio seems to have formed some kind of tacit understanding, they don't talk much, but they understand each other and trust each other.

As soon as it was dawn on the second day, Xiao Lang got up, did not go to the backyard to practice, and rode his little donkey away quietly, without saying goodbye to his aunt Xiaodao, and the two did not get up to send it off.

It wasn't until Xiao Lang's figure disappeared into the morning mist in the dream that the gate of the courtyard opened, and a man as strong as a brute elephant pushed a beautiful woman out, there was no worry in the eyes of the two, the knife was silent, but the aunt's eyes were foggy, and a person muttered to herself: "I, Xiao Qingyi, a peerless genius that I have cultivated for seventeen years, am I going to be famous in the Fire Phoenix City?" I don't know if it is right or wrong to let him be exposed to the world so early?"