The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

Chapter 285 Family Teacher Li Erlong

For five full years, in this imperial capital, as Ning Wuya's only daughter, Ning Weiwei never offered a stick of incense to her dead father.

Behaving so indifferently, how could you have the face to enter this door?
The two great Martial Kings, Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming directly released their auras, forcing the few people who were about to step into the door to retreat.

"Will you kill?"

Ye Feng didn't rush out the door at the first time, but came to the Second Head Teacher's side, and said two words.

"Save your life."

"Ye Feng, Wu Ya has really been sorry to Weiwei in this life, don't blame her."

The Second Headmaster sighed very heavily.

Home and country!
When a man really had to choose between the two, it was extremely difficult, but Ning Wuya finally chose the latter, causing Ning Weiwei to witness her mother's death with her own eyes.

"No blame, just some hate."

The anger in Ye Feng's heart disappeared immediately, he believed what the second teacher said.

Feng Zhen once said that the old Northern King had gone through the most difficult period, Ye Feng didn't understand what happened during that period, but that man really rarely smiled.

He may not be a qualified father, but he is definitely a real king.

King of the North!

"I've tried my best these years, but Wei Wei still refuses to forgive Wu Ya. She's not really heartless, it's just that she can't forget her mother's death."

"Go!"

No one can blame, but the world at that time, it's too bad!

The second head teacher waved his hand, feeling really tired, he worked hard as a master, but five years of time was in vain, Ning Weiwei was still the same as before.

"I'll make her change her mind."

Ye Feng turned and left.

Ye Feng would leave very late every year when Qingming offered incense to the old Northern King's tomb. In fact, he was always looking forward to it, hoping that Ning Weiwei would show up, even if it was just a simple visit, that father.

This is the only wish that Old Bei Wang didn't tell Ye Feng.

When that man was dying, the person he was most concerned about was clearly her, his only daughter.

"Go away!"

"Do you know who I am?"

If she couldn't hit anyone, Ning Weiwei had the right to think that she just missed for a while, but the lingering anger in her heart still persisted.

"Ning Weiwei."

Xiao Chuanqi directly said her name.

Those northern soldiers respected the old northern king, but for Ning Weiwei, if she wasn't the old northern king's daughter, Xiao Chuanqi's sword would have been stained with blood.

"Forget it, Head Xiao, she is after all, let them in."

Hong Qingyan looked at Ning Weiwei with a complicated face.

In this woman who is only a few years younger than her, one can see a trace of Hong Yuting, paranoid and unreasonable.

"Shut up, this is my home, and I don't want you to pretend to be a fool."

"I'll say it again, get the hell out of here, two junior martial kings, do you really think you can stop us?"

Ning Weiwei already had a thin sword in her palm.

She is also a Martial King. There are thirteen people in the whole team. Who is not a genius in Tianyong Pavilion?
Counting her here, there are three Martial Kings, and one of them has a cultivation level higher than the two "door gods". Who is afraid of whom in a fight?

But I don't want to spoil things here!

"It's kind of like the character of the old Northern King."

Xiao Chuanqi thought to himself, and then he said firmly:

"The king has orders, all those who step into Beiyunju without permission."

"Kill without mercy!"

Originally, Hong Qingyan helped to speak, and Xiao Chuanqi and the two were ready to let go, but seeing Ning Weiwei's aggressive tone.

Hit and hit, who is afraid of whom?

"Junior Sister, leave the matter of beating and killing to Senior Brother."

"I've seen people who are arrogant, but I've never seen people who occupy other people's homes and dare to come out so arrogantly to drive people away. Do you know who I am?"

The glorious moment belonging to Lao Tzu has finally arrived.

Yu Cheng rubbed his fists together and looked at Xiao Chuanqi with disdain. In terms of cultivation, he was a coward.

"Dare to take a step forward, die!"

Xiao Chuanqi drew his sword out of its sheath instantly and pointed it at Yu Cheng.

Need to care who you are?
Xiao Chuanqi never talked much when fighting in wars, and the number one killer in the northern border was cold-tempered when he went out.

What a powerful killing intent!
Yu Cheng's heart suddenly tensed up. Although he was true in the mid-term of King Wu, he had killed only a handful of people, so he was afraid of encountering such a ruthless person.

It's just that the younger brothers and younger sisters are watching now, Yu Cheng is not to be outdone, and said:

"Master Li Erlong!"

Ning Weiwei frowned secretly, this senior brother is still annoying all day long, this kind of trick can be used against ordinary people in the imperial capital, but when used against these two people, who doesn't know that those people in the northern border are notoriously fearless?

Furthermore, for the person standing behind the two, it won't work if your tutor comes.

Nothing happens!

The expressions of Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming are surprisingly the same, maybe they are fools?
"Master Li Erlong!"

Afraid that the two of them didn't hear clearly, Yu Cheng roared again.

In the imperial capital, it doesn't matter if you don't give him Yu Cheng's face, but how many people dare not give Li Erlong's face?

"Say it again?"

Leng Wuming, who had been silent all this time, laughed jokingly.

"Master Li Erlong!"

Yu Cheng was obviously very good, and his tone remained the same.

"Do you want to say it again?"

A red light flickered, and Yu Cheng suddenly came back to his senses. Yu Cheng found that there was a small blood-colored sword on his neck, pointing directly at his throat.

Shinto powerhouse?
My lord, what kind of Martial King are you pretending to be, a majestic god?
"Good man spare your life."

The legs in the sleeves were trembling non-stop, that is, the sword soul at the throat, Yu Cheng's will to survive made Yu Cheng endure it and not collapse.

That's right!
"Who else wants to do it?"

Xiao Chuanqi glanced at the group of people in front of him coldly, full of disdain, thinking that they were good at fighting, but they were just a group of softies who had never seen the world.

No one dared to say anything.

Ning Weiwei quietly exchanged glances with a woman beside her, both of which were vetoing. This person is not divine, but his combat power is extremely terrifying.

"Brother, can you put away the sword? I'll retreat now."

Yu Cheng asked hard.

With such a deadly sword pointed at his throat, he can't do anything, if he dares to act recklessly, he doesn't want his life. He doesn't even have the slightest doubt that this big brother who is holding the sword dares to kill himself.

"Take it."

A resolute and mellow voice sounded from behind Xiao Chuanqi, and he immediately withdrew his sword.

"Ye Feng!"

Seeing the person coming, Ning Weiwei immediately gritted her teeth, and then she said angrily:

"Brothers and sisters, my enemy is him!"

It was this man who slapped him in front of everyone.

Ning Weiwei has never forgotten the scene at the Martyr's Mausoleum. She appeared at Ning Wuya's funeral once, but Ye Feng beat her in front of everyone.

Just because, not offering incense and kowtow to Ning Wuya?

If this happened before Yu Cheng was subdued, these people would definitely criticize him, and then swarmed up and beat Ye Feng down to help Ning Weiwei vent their anger, just now.

Who can't see that the two door gods listen to this man?

Ning Weiwei glanced back and felt powerless. The thirteen elite disciples of Tianyong Pavilion were frightened by three people just like that.

And still the same age!
Judging from the age of Ye Feng and the others, they are actually about the same age as them.

"Fight it, so that you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. There are people beyond others."

Beiyun lived inside, the Second Headmaster was indescribably melancholy.

The thirteen gifted disciples carefully cultivated by Tianyong Pavilion outside were really shocked by Ye Feng and the others. They lost before fighting, and of course their skills were not as good as others.

Throw shame at your own door!

"Enemies?"

"Again, what did you call me?"

Ye Feng took Hong Qingyan's hand and walked slowly to Ning Weiwei, frowning coldly.

"Friend, tutor Li Erlong."

Again, Hong Qingyan couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Li Erlong is famous?
But Ye Feng didn't even look at him, he just said one word:
"roll!"

"I'll count to three, and if anyone doesn't get out, I'll throw you out one by one."

Alright, you guys are ruthless!

Youdao is a good man who does not suffer from immediate losses, Yu Cheng turned his head immediately, unexpectedly, he met a group of ignorant idiots, who couldn't beat them, and the moves to become famous are not easy to use, so I will let you hang around for a while.

"Friend, do you know who we are?"

Not everyone is as enlightened as Yu Cheng, a dignified disciple of the Tianyong Pavilion, who will leave after being scolded.

Isn't it all a joke?
"Give you a chance to draw the blade."

Including Ning Weiwei, a total of seven people stayed behind.

"Go together!"

Seeing the two women taking the lead, the five people behind them rushed over immediately.

"Ridiculous."

Ye Feng strode forward with his head held high, defusing the offensive of Ning Weiwei and another woman as easily as picking flowers, and then pushed forward with a palm.

With just one slap, the five great masters in the back suddenly turned on their backs and fell down the steps.

"So strong!"

Whether it is the opponent, Yan Hongqian made a move and tried it out.

"Throw it out."

Ye Feng came to Yan Hongqian's back in an instant, and pushed her towards Xiao Chuanqi with his palm.

then!

Hong Qingyan just saw the scene that made her tangled up. Xiao Chuanqi didn't have the slightest feeling of pity, so he grabbed Yan Hongqian by the neck and dragged her out.

In just a few breaths, the seven of them were completely defeated, and only one Ning Weiwei was left in a daze.

"When did you become Martial King?"

Five years ago, Ning Weiwei's cultivation level was even higher than Ye Feng's. If it wasn't for the presence of many big figures around her, she wouldn't have been beaten.

But five years later, Ye Feng completely crushed her in terms of cultivation.

"Before I ask, what should you call me?"

Ye Feng's fingers shook the soft sword in Ning Weiwei's hand, his words were domineering.

enemy?

A gentle and regretful gaze, looking directly at Ning Weiwei, unexpectedly, five years later, you brought someone here to find me, the so-called enemy.

Settle accounts!
"Ye Feng, why do you control me, why do you beat me?"

Ning Weiwei suddenly yelled, tears kept flickering in her eyes, but she stubbornly didn't let them flow out.

"Because I'm your brother."

Ye Feng also yelled out, who in this world can understand the relationship between him and the old Northern King?

Although there is no name of father and son, it is better than father and son.

(End of this chapter)