Wu Xiaoyao left the Liuxian Restaurant and walked in the bustling crowd, no strange eyes came, Wu Xiaoyao suddenly understood that Leng Ao had withdrawn the order to arrest him.

Wu Xiaoyao did not stop in Tianbao City, and flew directly back to the Burial Sword Villa on the white dove flying demon beast.

When Wu Xiaoyao appeared in the Burial Sword Villa, the sensation caused was unprecedented, and for a while, Wu Xiaoyao came back from the dead, and the news of escaping from the Heavenless Prison spread all over the Burial Sword Villa.

"Did you hear that? That Wu Xiaoyao is back. ”

"Which Wu Yao?"

"You don't even know Wu Xiaoyao, you're still a disciple of Neizhuang!"

"Do I have to know who Wu Xiaoyao is?"

"That's not it, people Wu Xiaoyao dares to offend the eldest young master, do you dare? The heart suffers a fatal sword and does not die, can you? Being sent into the Heavenless Prison and coming back from Tianbao City on a white dove flying demon beast, are you okay?"

Three questions in a row made the disciple who didn't know where Wu Xiaoyao was look ashamed, and when he saw that everyone looked disdainful, he had no face to stay, and left with a depressed face.

"You don't know!"

"What?"

"I know Wu Xiaoyao!"

"Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

"That's it, I also said that I knew Wu Xiaoyao, and I also said that Wu Xiaoyao is my brother!"

"Hahaha!"

There was a commotion among the disciples of Waizhuang, and they said wildly that the disciples of Waizhuang who knew Wu Xiaoyao were ridiculed and despised by the disciples.

"Look, isn't that Wu Xiaoyao?"

"It's really him, Ge Quai, aren't you bragging about knowing someone Wu Yao? You call him and see that he can't get by. ”

"Don't be embarrassed for Ge to get sick, who doesn't know that he has no other skills, and his bragging skills are invincible in the world!"

"Hahaha!"

Another burst of laughter!

Ge Quai's face was the color of pig liver, and he looked at Wu Xiaoyao who was walking in the direction of Neizhuang, and shouted: "Don't believe it, I'll convince you of losing!"

"Oops, someone's getting angry!"

"Ge Quai, you can die if you don't blow it for a day, if you really know Wu Xiaoyao, Lao Tzu will give you this medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, haven't you always wanted it?"

"Count me in, Ge Quai, if you can win, I will lose you ten fourth-level longevity pills, and all my belongings will be pressed to lose you!"

Ge Quzhi glared at the two of them angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "You have a kind, senior brothers, let me testify, if I lose Ge Qu's illness, I will never step into the sphere of influence of the Burial Sword Villa again!"

"If you lose, kneel down and kowtow, and we will forgive you. ”

"It's not, I can't stop talking about leaving the Burial Sword Villa, I'm tired of hearing it!"

Ge Quzhi looked at Wu Xiaoyao's back when he was about to go away, and shouted in the loudest voice in his life: "Wu Xiaoyao! I am Ge Quyao! I am Ge Liang's grandson!"

Ge Qu closed his eyes tightly after yelling, he didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that he wouldn't see Wu Xiaoyao's back when he opened his eyes, it was a shame at that time, and he really didn't have the face to stay in the Burial Sword Villa.

Tong Ge went to the sick bet disciples and the disciples who watched the excitement looked at Wu Xiaoyao's back, and everyone was guessing whether Wu Xiaoyao would turn around.

So quiet!

Did Wu Xiaoyao turn around?

Why is no one talking?

Ge Quai's heart kept drumming, he had a feeling of suffocation, it became more and more difficult to breathe, and there was a feeling that he didn't dare to breathe.

In the extremely quiet silence, Ge Qu's illness was really unbearable, and his closed eyes loosened slightly, only to see him open his eyes little by little.

When Ge Quzhi opened his eyes and saw what was in front of him, he couldn't help but say "Ah!", his mouth opened wide in shock, his eyes rolled wide, and his eyes were full of disbelief and stunned.

Wu Xiaoyao stood beside him with a smile on his face!

Ge Quzhi hurriedly closed his eyes and said to himself: "I must be dazzled, how can he still remember who I am!"

His voice was small, but it was heard.

"Hahaha!"

The good-natured laughter of everyone made Ge Qubing scratch his head in embarrassment, how could he still have the disdain for Wu Yao in Xuantie City.

"I promised Uncle Ge to take good care of you, I haven't forgotten!"

Wu Xiaoyao smiled, patted Ge Quai's shoulder and said word by word.

"Hehe-"

Ge Quzhi didn't know how to speak, and just now he said that Wu Xiaoyao would ignore him, and now it seems hypocritical to say anything.

"Has anyone bullied you?"

Wu Xiaoyao changed his words, and his cold gaze suddenly swept over everyone.

How could the onlookers think that Wu Xiaoyao, who was still smiling before, instantly turned into a Shura from hell, and his eyes did not dare to make people look directly.

The disciple who had bullied Ge Quai's illness trembled with fright, his legs trembled, and now in the Burial Sword Villa, who doesn't know the name of Wu Xiaoyao? People don't care who you are, if you offend him, you can kill him!

They are all ordinary people who have no background, and Wu Xiaoyao even dares to kill the person who buried the eldest young master of Sword Villa, the other party, what do you need to say?

Wu Xiaoyao's words, the solemn and oppressive atmosphere spread, and the first to feel this pressure was a group of people who had offended Ge Quai.

The second is Ge Qubing himself, he looked at the people who had bullied him before, and saw that those who bullied him were all shrugging their heads, and he couldn't bear it for a while, and shook his head and said: "No!

"Whew-"

Ge Quai's words gave everyone a chance to breathe, and the people who had bullied Ge Qubing before also turned their grateful eyes to Ge Quai.

"Whoever dares to bully you, tell me, I slaughtered him for you!"

Wu Xiaoyao didn't give up, stared at Ge Quai, and said.

Everyone thought that what Wu Xiaoyao said was just a scene, but now it seems that people are sincere at all, and they don't dare to breathe for a while, for fear of arousing Wu Xiaoyao's disgust and causing death.

"No, grandpa is coming to Tianbao City in a few days, if you have time, let's go and meet his old man together?"

How dare Ge Quzhi admit that someone bullied him, even if he really did, he was unwilling to rely on Wu Xiaoyao's hands to get rid of it, it would not do him any good.

Ge Qubing was afraid that Wu Xiaoyao would continue to ask, and mentioned the news that Ge Liang was about to come to Tianbao City, and opened the topic.

Sure enough, when Wu Xiaoyao heard that Ge Liang was coming, he didn't continue to entangle, nodded and said, "Of course, I have to meet Uncle Ge if he wants to come." ”

"Grandpa must be very happy to see you, but I'm embarrassed by his old man's face. ”

When Ge Quzhi said this, his nose was sore, and he almost cried when he was unhappy in the Burial Sword Villa.

Wu Xiaoyao couldn't hear the deep meaning hidden in Ge Quai's words, looking at Ge Quai, he felt that he should do something, if nothing else, he rushed to Ge Liang to help him many times, he should do his best to help Ge Quai.

"Xuantie Wood Shield, a medium-grade defensive spiritual weapon! It was one of the three major medium-grade spiritual weapons in the Drifting Valley before, and its defense was quite good. ”

Wu Xiaoyao Lingnian summoned the Xuantie Wooden Shield, which naturally caused an exclamation, although these disciples in front of him were disciples of the Outer Village of the Burial Sword Villa, there were still a few who had medium-grade spiritual weapons.

Wu Xiaoyao used his spiritual thoughts to forcibly cut off the connection with the Xuantie Wooden Shield, and handed it directly to Ge Quai, and said with a smile: "Right now, all I can give you is this Xuantie Wooden Shield, and the blood will be collected into the body!"

"It's too precious, I can't ask for it!"

Ge Quzhi waved his hand again and again, everyone knows that offensive spirit weapons are good, after all, there are too few, and defensive spirit weapons can save lives at critical moments.

Ge Quzhi didn't like it to be fake, he said no, his eyes stared at the Xuantie wooden shield, and he couldn't extricate himself.