Li Dalei was furious, not only for Jiang Baiyu's grievances, but also because of the same situation, what happened to our waste? Waste deserves to be despised? Angry said: "What a big breath, at the door of my Li family, one important person kneels, believe it or not, I let the guards beat you to kneel first?"

Jiang Hu felt a little jealous, the family's face was no trivial matter, if someone made such a disturbance at the door of Jiang's house, the Jiang family's face would be equally ugly.

Glaring at Li Dalei with disdain, Wang Hu retracted the long knife unwillingly, snorted rudely, with a look of extreme disdain on his face, and glared at Jiang Baiyu: "Brother Jiang Lin is right, you are a dog, a dog with a good birth! With the protection of the patriarch at home and this dead fat man outside, you will always be a nest dog hiding behind others and barking, a miscellaneous dog!"

"Hmph! Spare your dog's life today! Half a month later, wait at the family meeting, what qualifications does a miscellaneous dog young master have to sit in the position of the heir of the family? Ready to use your blood to repay Jiang Hai's younger brother's qi sea!"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Baiyu spoke calmly: "Half a month later, I will let you know who is the waste!"

"With you, the wreck, the miscellaneous dog, Ha Luha, the big joke!" Jiang Hu Da Lu couldn't stop laughing, looking at Jiang Baiyu, as if he saw a clown daydreaming, the presumptuous Da Lu smiled and turned around: "Wo bag dog, I'm waiting, waiting for you to prove it to me! I hope you won't be so scared that you pee your pants and escape before the family meeting." ”

The sound of Ha Lu Ha Da laughing gradually faded away, Jiang Baiyu clenched his fist lightly, half a month later, the family meeting, then prove it to you!

"Bai Yu, don't pay attention to him, a dog's leg!" Li Dalei comforted.

Jiang Baiyu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, this is the last time he is arrogant!" After a pause, Jiang Baiyu said, "I'll go back first, in addition, if you have time, go to the west courtyard of the school and help me ask Teacher Wang for leave, there is something in the family for half a month, and I can't come to class." "Liutaicheng Academy is divided into the East Academy and the West Academy, the West Academy is to teach those ordinary students, they can neither become Xuanshi nor become demon alchemists, but because of their rich families and the like, they are qualified to learn some theoretical knowledge, just like the knowledge of alchemy, and occasionally have the opportunity to come into contact with it, Jiang Baiyu studied in the West Academy.

And the East Courtyard, as the name suggests, is a place to teach occult techniques, imparting more advanced knowledge to those with the potential of metaphysics, and Li Dalei is also in the East Courtyard. A West Courtyard, an Eastern Academy, are all in the same school, but their status is very different, they are like clouds and mud, the students of the West Courtyard are in front of the students of the East Courtyard, even if they are embarrassed to raise their heads, those who have the talent of Xuanshi, in the eyes of ordinary people, are the pride of the sky.

Li Dalei nodded his head and grinned: "Okay, don't worry, your beautiful teacher Wang, you can make people eat three more bowls of rice at a glance, haluha, this is a beautiful difference!"

On the way home, Jiang Baiyu's mind repeatedly lingered in Jiang Hu's previous humiliation, relying on his cultivation to be aggressive, if it wasn't for Li Dalei's support this time, he would not be able to escape Jiang Hu's humiliation, and even be secretly poisoned and beaten, and it is not necessary to be mutilated. This made Jiang Baiyu a little worried, what he was worried about was not Jiang Hu, but the future.

Now he is too weak, so weak that anyone can threaten his safety, there is Jiang Hu now, and there may be Jiang Lin in the future, and it is not even ruled out that the Great Elder himself secretly poisoned him! And his father cannot protect him anytime and anywhere, in case of a situation, he will call every day and earth to be unwilling, and this opportunity to be reborn will be in vain. Therefore, while he is crazy about improving his cultivation, he also needs a strong protection!

After thinking about it again and again, Jiang Baiyu's eyes flashed and he disappeared into the crowd.

In the south of the city, the market is bustling, the cars are flowing like dragons, and in the corner of the downtown area, a skinny old man is kindly selling sugar gourds to a few children. The old man was about seventy or eighty years old, with an old face, wrinkled face, cloudy eyes, and seemed to be about to enter the coffin in the next second, but his hands were very sharp, taking sugar gourds, collecting money, and his movements were smooth and natural in one go. In the eyes of ordinary people, they only think that this old man has good bones, but in the eyes of Jiang Baiyu, a master of swordsmanship, this is the realm achieved by a small success in swordsmanship.

Jiang Baiyu was very impressed by this old man, Liutai City was destroyed that day, he was one of the few people who escaped, and it was at that time that he showed the amazing strength of the hidden eighth layer of fetal breath, killed several enemies in a row, and successfully broke through. And before that, almost no one in Liutai City knew that this old man who sold sugar gourds was actually a master of the eighth layer of fetal breath!

"Give me a string. Jiang Baiyu put his hands behind his back, with a smile like the bright moon of the nine heavens.

The old man raised his head, took one with a smile and handed it over, Jiang Baiyu stretched out his hand, and when the old man's hand was still in mid-air, he impartially grabbed the bottom end of the sugar gourd with two fingers, and easily took the sugar gourd away.

The old man's face was smiling, and he subconsciously poked the back of Jiang Baiyu's hand with two fingers and a sword, like a sword coming west, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Jiang Baiyu held the sugar gourd in his hand, only stretched out a little thumb, seemingly poking out at random, his movements were slow and disorganized, and the old man's imposing two fingers were very different, however, the two touched, the old man withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, and looked at the handsome young man with a gentle smile in front of him with a shocked face.

At the moment of the fight just now, the old man found that the other party's seemingly random finger was actually pointed at the extremely small dead end of his sword finger, so that his majestic sword was actually cracked lightly!

"Hehe, young man, I haven't paid yet. The old man had the mentality of giving it a try, and once again stretched out his fingers and sword.

Jiang Baiyu didn't make a move, he casually bit off a sugar gourd, bit it in his mouth, grinned, and muttered vaguely: "Your sword is indomitable, strong and brave, fast as thunder, which means that you focus on speed and accuracy in sword practice, judging from the performance just now, it can barely be regarded as an entry to swordsmanship, but if you want to go down the way in swordsmanship, there is not much hope, your swordsmanship ...... IMHO, it's too sloppy, really. ”

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he could detect his swordsmanship path in just one confrontation, this person was really a master of swordsmanship! But what made the old man extremely angry, and even had the urge to vomit blood, was that the swordsmanship he practiced was the swordsmanship of the Zhenzong of the sect back then, which was unfathomable, and he could be invincible with one enemy and two enemies to the extreme, but in the eyes of this person, it was actually "too sparse"?

At this time, the old man finally decided that this person was a kendo master, and then he fixed his eyes to observe, and what shocked him was that this white-clothed kendo master was too young! How old is this? Is he fifteen years old? He is seventy-eight years old this year, but in the confrontation just now, he was actually at a disadvantage, which made the old man's heart shake for a long time.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said lightly: "It turns out that you are a fellow practitioner, you won't be just a temptation, right?"

Jiang Baiyu bit off all the sugar gourds in one go, devoured them, puffed out his cheeks comically, and said vaguely: "My son's time is precious, of course I don't have time to test with you, I'm here to tell you, now I'm giving you a chance to be my sword slave." ”

The old man looked at his young face and his funny appearance at this time, and was a little skeptical of his judgment, this son is really a kendo master? However, when he heard this son say that he was not ashamed and said that he would be given the opportunity to be a sword slave, the old man laughed angrily and sneered: "Ignorant child, even if your swordsmanship is on par with me, what qualifications do you have to ask me to be a sword slave?

Jiang Baiyu swallowed the sugar gourd with difficulty, his funny face suddenly straightened, his expression was solemn and solemn, the cynicism just now was replaced by an indescribable fierce temperament, and the old man suddenly found that he seemed to be facing a fierce sword with a peerless edge.

At this time, the wooden skewer of the sugar gourd in Jiang Baiyu's hand stabbed lightly at the old man's face. The old man snorted coldly, confident that the swordsmanship was not too weak than the other party, not to mention that the other party's sword was smooth and unskilled, and it was ordinary, he grabbed the same wooden skewer casually, used the wooden skewer as a sword, and swept out casually, this sweep, without any suspense, could easily sweep away the stabbing sword.

However, the old man's wooden skewer swept away with amazing momentum, but he actually failed to sweep the wooden skewer in Jiang Baiyu's hand! The old man's heart missed a beat, his face became solemn, he became serious, and swept again, but he still did not sweep the seemingly slow and disorderly wooden skewer!

The old man finally changed color, his face was shocked, it was a mistake to not sweep once, and there was a problem twice!