There are some people in this world who are destined to be unprovoked, and that Whitewater City Lord Lan Ning belongs to that kind of person.

Xue Ding knew this, and Yan Hong knew even more, so she said that even if Xue Ding asked her to leave with her, she would not leave.

In the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes, Lan Ning is a high-ranking and incomparably noble grandmaster, but in Yan Hong's eyes, he is a perverted madman.

"I can help you do something," Xue Ding already caressed one hand on the hilt of the Basheng knife, "Help you go to Whitewater City." ”

Yan Hong's face immediately showed a look of panic: "No, absolutely not." Her voice was noticeably raised: "You will never be Lan Ning's opponent. ”

Xue Ding stood up and looked at Meng Juntong, and at this moment, Meng Juntong's spiritual sense had also returned to his body.

"Juntong, you may need to go to the Beishan Mine by yourself, I have to change lanes and go to Whitewater City. ”

The Beishan Mine is in the northernmost part of the Zhao Kingdom, adjacent to the former Yan Kingdom, while Baishui City is in the south, passing through Luoxia County, and needs to change lanes to the south, and the two places are nearly thousands of miles apart.

"Xue Ding, you didn't hear me. I won't let you go. After saying that, Yan Hong seemed to think of something, and stretched out a finger: "The first thing I want you to promise me is not allowed to go to Baishui City," and then turned into two fingers: "The second thing I want you to promise me is that I will never be allowed to go to Lanning for trouble." ”

After saying two things, Yan Hong thought about it, and stretched out three fingers to say the third thing.

But Xue Ding was simply carrying the Basheng knife on his shoulder: "I said that I would only promise to help you do three things that I have done." ”

"Schröding!" Yan Hong's voice was significantly raised.

Xue Ding looked directly into her eyes and did not back down at all: "And the two things you just said, I can't do it." ”

The Basheng Knife seemed to feel the majestic battle intent in the depths of the master's heart, and the patterns of the alien beasts on the blade continued to flicker, and at the same time, wisps of crimson knife qi came out through the blade.

This meeting was in Yangguan Chengyang, and Meng Juntong had seen it once.

"Get out!" Suddenly, without warning, Xue Ding shouted, and without seeing him swing his knife, a vague crimson knife had already cut through the wall of the not very sturdy hut, and tore it in one direction.

Meng Juntong hurriedly turned to look outside the house, in the martial arts, she was already a master of entering the house, and it was not difficult to say that her eyesight could see things late at night.

She saw several figures, turning in mid-air to avoid Xue Ding's crimson knife aura, and then scattered to all corners of the courtyard.

Xue Ding's face was expressionless, and he strode out of the courtyard with a knife.

"It is worthy of being the master of the famous sword," the door of the outer courtyard was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a brocade python robe stepped into the courtyard.

The masters who had been scattered all over the place immediately gathered around the noble man.

Yan Hong ran out of the house as soon as possible, and after seeing the man in python clothes, she subconsciously shouted, "Dad, why are you here?"

The man was born like a crown of jade, and Yan Hong has seven or eight points of resemblance, he can be regarded as a handsome man at the top of his life, and his demeanor does not decay due to the years.

He smiled and said to Yan Hong: "I heard that you came out, and I knew that you were here to see Mr. Xue when I thought about it." ”

For martial artists, as long as they reach the realm of grandmasters, the people of the rivers and lakes will respect 'sir' when they see it.

In terms of age, Xue Ding is not much younger than this king of Luoxia County. But who is called Yan Hong just fell in love with this man who is almost the same generation as his father.

Without waiting for Yan Hong to speak again, the man in the python robe waved away the group of master guards around him and walked five steps in front of Xue Ding alone.

The distance of five steps, for a top master, to take a person's head is a moment, let alone a small grandmaster like Xue Ding

"I can't afford Mr. Yan Junwang. Schröding did not treat the person in front of him in any way because of his identity, and his indifferent expression and indifferent attitude were always his routine.

Yan Fengyi smiled, and didn't mind Xue Ding's rudeness: "Mr. Xue, the last time I walked through Luoxia County, Yan never had the opportunity to visit, and this time I can be regarded as seeing the deity." ”

"You're welcome, you and I have fought before, City Lord Yan. ”

Yan Fengyi smiled even more: "It turns out that Mr. Xue still remembers?"

Xue Ding looked at Yan Fengyi's eyes and said, "There are not many people who can block my sword with a majestic realm." ”

The so-called majestic realm refers to a state in which the second stage of cultivation is completed after entering the hall.

The masters who have reached this step, although they are still far inferior to the little grandmasters, are already able to be proud and arrogant among the masters of Rulin.

"Fifteen years ago, Yan led 3,000 Luoxia troops against 600 people in the Red Fox Battalion of the Yan State Iron Cloth Army led by Mr. Shang. Yan Fengyi sighed.

How high-spirited he was back then, scolding Fang Yi.

At that time, he was not the county king of Luoxia County, but he was the most capable war spear in the hands of the old county king.

Before encountering the Red Fox Battalion of the Iron Cloth Army led by Xue Ding, Yan Yifeng had hardly encountered any setbacks.

But in that battle, he had to fight head-on with the Yan army face to face with five times the enemy's military strength, but in the end, he was still broken out by the opponent, and he himself was seriously wounded and almost died.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the young and vigorous Yan Fengyi.

After returning to Luoxia County, it took more than a year to heal his wounds.

Fortunately, the sky is endless, and the blow and heavy injury did not defeat him, but allowed him to advance bravely within ten years, breaking through the shackles of martial arts in one fell swoop, and becoming another little martial arts master in Zhao State.

"If it weren't for Mr.'s knife back then, Yan would probably not have been able to enter the realm of a little grandmaster for another twenty years. Yan Fengyi's words are very sincere.

For martial artists, what they are afraid of is not the weak strength at the moment, but the martial arts realm that has not advanced for more than ten years, which the martial artists call Longguan.

Don't break the dragon pass, don't turn into a flying dragon, once you break the dragon pass, the flying dragon is in the sky.

Xue Ding's knife back then slashed Yan Fengyi's physique, but at the same time, it also split the martial arts dragon pass that had shackled him for many years.

Xue Ding didn't have the heart to recall the past with the county king: "You also want to stop me from going to Whitewater City?"

Yan Fengyi laughed: "Sir, don't you think that I, Yan Fengyi, am stupid, Mr. wants to help my family Hong'er get ahead, as a father, I just can't ask for it, how can I stop you." ”

"Then I still agree to that family business, it was you who sent your daughter to the tiger's mouth. Meng Juntong said dissatisfied.