Chapter 154: The undercurrent is turbulent

Riding on the ground-footed cattle beasts, Wang Dahammer and they ran wildly all the way, non-stop, without the slightest delay at all.

However, the foot of the cattle and beasts are indeed running steadily, although running like the wind, but Wang Sledgehammer riding on its body does not feel the slightest bump at all, compared to the four-wheeled car on the earth is also a lot stronger, not only faster and stronger, but also environmentally friendly and energy-saving.

"It takes about two days to go to the Hundred Flowers Valley from the Snow Sword Sect, we set off overnight, and we will be able to reach the Hundred Flowers Valley at noon the day after tomorrow, I believe that Liu Rumei should be able to hold out until that time. ”

Tang Ying sat quietly on the back of the ground-footed cow beast, and his voice was clear and clear, which made Luo Yufei, who had been anxious, feel a little relieved.

Hurry up the horses, and in the low roar of the cattle and beasts on the feet, Wang Da Hammer and they will go away, and in an instant, they have advanced for several miles.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Wan Xing, who was full of drunkenness, smashed another black jade wine glass, and the maid next to him trembled with fright, and she didn't even dare to gasp.

"Pour the wine!"

Wiping the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, Wanxing roared.

"Yes......"

The maid timidly took another wine glass from the side and sent it to Wan Xing, but the hands that poured the wine trembled slightly because of panic.

"What are you shaking?!"

As soon as he raised his head, Wan Xing's pupils flashed with cold light, and he grabbed the maid's wrist and said, "Are you afraid of me?!"

"I didn't ...... No. ”

Caught coldly by Wan Xing, the delicate maid was like a frightened little white rabbit, cowering and trying to withdraw her hand, her pretty face was already pale.

"Ha Luha, you're afraid of me. ”

After a few crazy laughs, Wan Xing shook off the maid's hand violently, and the strong force pushed her directly to the ground. I shuddered and didn't dare to get up.

"Now in the eyes of all martial arts colleagues, my Wanxing has become a joke, what are you afraid of me for?"

Slumping into the chair, Wan Xing tugging at his hair in pain, his eyes bloodshot.

Wang's sledgehammer's powerful and almost humiliating blow made him unable to let go at all.

He is a genius, and at a young age, he has the strong cultivation of an eight-star martial artist. The seven-star glazed sword with the sword spirit made him the only demon who could form a single battle.

But all of this has come to naught in front of Wang Da Hammer, and others have cracked it all out casually.

"If Wang Dazhui is not removed, not only will my Seven Star Pavilion be suppressed now, but even after my father passes on the position of head of the sect to me in the future, it will be difficult for me to overwhelm them again, no, absolutely not!!"

Fists clenched. Wan Xing's eyes had a strong murderous aura rising and flickering.

"Listen to the Snow Sword Sect, although he won us in the martial arts, but the foundation is not as strong as us after all, Wang Da Hammer, I want to get rid of him, at all costs!!"

"Bang bang!"

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a knock on his door from outside.

"Who?!"

A hint of impatience flashed on Wan Xing's face, and he shouted angrily: "I didn't confess. Don't bother me?!"

"Boom!"

But the next moment, the door of his room was slammed open from the outside by a strong force. Wan Han's serious figure was revealed.

"Father's ......"

Wan Xing was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head, even if he had emotions, he would never dare to be presumptuous in front of Wan Han, because he could also understand that Wan Han who lost to Tang Ying. The mood is definitely not much better.

It's just that with his city, it is naturally impossible to show it.

"Clean up and come out with me to see the sleeve lotus of the Hundred Flowers Valley. ”

"Sleeve lotus?"

Wan Xing was slightly stunned, he naturally remembered the elite disciple of Baihua Valley who was good at dancing with long sleeves, but what he didn't know was what the other party was doing at this time.

But doubts are doubts. Since his father had ordered, Wan Xing had to restrain his thoughts, then tidy up his outfit a little, and followed Wan Han out of the room.

In the main hall of the Seven Stars Pavilion, the Sleeve Lotus had long since lost its previous calmness, and was anxiously waiting for the arrival of Wan Han and Wan Xing.

"Sect Master Wan, the Valley of Hundred Flowers is in an emergency, and I ask the Sect Master to help!"

As soon as she saw the father and son, Sleeve Lian's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly sobbed and fell directly to the ground.

"Something up, so urgent, what's wrong?"

Wan Han stretched out his hand and lifted it up, emitting a wave of softness, and helped the body of the sleeve lotus up.

"Brute beast, brute beast has gone berserk and invaded the Valley of Hundred Flowers, Sect Leader, Sect Leader go and save your life!"

Sleeve Lotus sobbed as she roughly explained the situation in the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

"Brute invasion?"

Wan Xing frowned, glanced at his father, and did not speak.

"Ahem, the brute beasts are invading, we naturally won't stand idly by, but now the person who holds the bull's ear in the rivers and lakes of Chuzhou is no longer our Seven Star Pavilion, have you told the Snow Sword Sect about this matter?"

After listening to Wan Han's words, Sleeve Lotus nodded and said, "Senior Sister Luo Yufei went to them personally, if it goes well, she should already be on her way to Baihua Valley by now." ”

"Hmph, it's fast enough, I heard that the Snow Sword Sect has just become the number one sect today, and I actually know that the Dao Sect has sent a big disciple to them!"

Wan Xing's heart snorted coldly, and his resentment towards Wang Da Hammer couldn't help but deepen.

"By the way, then Wang Dazhui and they should also go there to fight the brute beasts together?"

With a move in his heart, Wan Xing suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Sleeve Lian was slightly stunned, not understanding why Wan Xing would ask about Wang Da Hammer, but he still nodded subconsciously and said: "I should go, Wang Da Hammer is so powerful, if he can go, it will definitely be of great help to turn the tide of the battle." ”

Hearing this unintentional praise in the mouth of the sleeve lotus, a cold light flashed in the depths of Wanxing's eyes, and then nodded and said, "Okay, our Seven Star Pavilion will definitely help!Father, please take us to the Valley of Hundred Flowers for reinforcements!!"

"Hmm. ”

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, looking at the cold light in Wan Xing's eyes, Wan Han had already roughly guessed what Wan Xing was thinking, but he also had this plan.

"Wang Da Hammer, Wang Da Hammer, you are indeed a genius, but it's a pity that you don't understand what Mu Xiu Yu Lin is, the wind will destroy it!" The smile on Wan Han's face was like a spring breeze, but he said coldly in his heart: "If you die in the mouth of a brute beast in the chaos, then even if Tang Ying sees through it, there is nothing you can do!"

The father and son looked at each other and smiled, but they both found the cold and piercing murderous intent in each other's eyes.

Hearing that the Snow Sword Sect has a sledgehammer, this is like a thorn in their hearts, making it difficult for them to sleep and eat, and they will not be unhappy!

"Okay! I'll take the elite disciples of my sect and the sleeve lotus, you set off first, and the rest of the people will follow later, and you must help Baihua Valley block the brute beast back!!"

Wan Han waved his hand and immediately gave a summoning order.

"Wang Dazhui, you must go, otherwise, won't it be in vain to waste this great gift I prepared for you?"

Ready to go, Wan Xing looked up at the starry sky and sneered in his heart.

The night owl roared through the sky, leaving behind a terrible cry, piercing and piercing...... (To be continued......)

PS: I went to a friend's house today, and tomorrow's eight o'clock in the morning may be postponed to the evening together, or it may not be too late, maybe, well, please forgive me.