Chapter 270 The increasingly powerful Yanhuang Dynasty

"Do you know? Jiang Jingtian, the bastard, withdrew from the game when my father was covered in blood and collapsed to the ground with only one breath left.

"He withdrew from the competition, which means that my father won, but my father only has one breath now. How can he have the ability to fight with the Wen family?"

"My father's temper is very stubborn. As long as he has a breath, he will definitely fight with the Wen family. Jiang Jingtian caught this point."

"Jiang Jingtian quit when he only took a breath. By doing this, he was completely humiliating my Xia family and hitting my Xia family in the face."

"The people of our Guwu family can die, but they must have a face."

"My grandfather looked at the scene quietly and said nothing and had no expression."

"If my grandfather shoots, he can kill him with his fingers. If my grandfather let go, even if all the masters of the ancient martial arts family take action together, my grandfather will not be afraid."

"But can my grandfather take action? He can't."

"hehe."

"Finally, it was the duel between my father and Wen's family."

"At that time, my father couldn't even stand still, and his eyes couldn't open. Ha ha, in such a state, it is estimated that a gust of wind can blow."

Ling Muwei's eyes blinked. Although he had never seen whether the bones of the Xia family were strong or not, he at least heard it.

When Xia Feng said "hehe", she felt an inexplicable vicissitudes.

Xia Feng continued to say, "The Wen family appeared as a martial arts maniac, Wen Wudao."

"He can completely beat my father, who was already unsteady, outside the court, but he didn't. He knocked my father down with one move, fell with one foot, and stepped directly on my father's wrist."

"Originally, my father's wrist could still be cured, but after hearing the martial arts, the toxins in his wrist instantly spread and distributed throughout the wrist nerves. Even my grandfather could not cure it."

"The second move of martial arts stepped on my father's head."

When he said this, Xia Feng grinned.

"That's the dignity of my father and the dignity of my Xia family!"

"That guy stepped on it for ten minutes. I was proud of my father. He didn't shout a word of pain or begging for mercy."

"There is no gorgeous counterattack in the novel. My father was defeated, the defeated family was ruined, and the dignity of my Xia family was lost."

"My grandpa passed away after learning the news. Although I haven't seen my grandpa, I know that he must have died with hatred."

"My grandfather got up, wrote a row of big words on the white wall behind him, and then helped my father to leave."

"From that day, my grandfather was far away from Yanjing and lived in seclusion in the flower basket market for more than 20 years."

"Although my father lost, I am proud of my father, at least his bones are not soft."

"There are many strong people in the world who can make my Xia family bleed, but the bones of my Xia family will never be soft."

Xia Feng turned his body sideways and turned his back to Ling Muwei's big bed.

Wolf always likes to lick wounds alone in the darkest place.

No one can see the wolf licking the wound.

No one saw the tears of a tough man.

Ling Muwei is a smart woman. After Xia Feng finished telling the story, she immediately guessed the purpose of Xia Feng's return to Yanjing.

She always knew that Xia Feng was carrying something, but she didn't expect that what Xia Feng was carrying was so heavy.

The room became silent again.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Muwei's voice sounded again: "Give me a little more time, next time."

As long as a man understands the meaning of this sentence, Ling Muwei can say that she has exhausted all his courage when she said this sentence.

The summer wind did not respond.

Da Damn it!

Ling Muwei gritted her teeth and listened to Xia Feng's rhythmic and steady breathing. This damn guy actually fell asleep.

The next day.

After breakfast, Xia Feng sent Ling Muwei to work and went home. He wanted to play the Second World.

Xia Feng lay in the game warehouse and landed in the second world.

After Xia Feng went online, he sat on the dragon chair in the hall of the Yanhuang Dynasty.

Ten minutes later, Jian Moxi and Xia Ren and his party came back. Looking at their happy appearance, they knew that they must have succeeded.

Jia Moxi curled her little mouth and shook the handsome seal in her hand at Xia Feng.

[Handsome seal]

Effect: "It can command 30,000 terracotta warriors."

Terracotta Warriors, 30th-level soldiers, cannot be resurrected after death.

Xia Feng's excited handrail was great. With these 30,000 horses, he had absolute confidence to slaughter the Frost Leaf Pavilion, the temples and dragons all over the world.

Now, just wait for the sparrows and others to return, and Feiyu and others to train their own men.

Just as Xia Feng and Xia Ran, fireworks are easy to coldly deploy and attack the strategy of attacking the three major gangs, Qian Xingtian sent a message. Xia Feng knew that it was time to return the debt.

The Shuai seal was temporarily kept by Xia Ran, and the Yanhuang Dynasty was temporarily replaced by fireworks. Xia Feng and Jian Moxi went to Qiange together.

Qian Ge's huge power needs to find masters outside, which shows that the difficulty of this task is not ordinary.

In the real world.

This is an extremely simple martial arts arena. The surface of the martial arts arena is not small, and it is open-air.

On the left side of the competition, there is a small attic.

In the hall of the attic, there are ten rows of chairs.

The word "wen" is engraved on the back of the first chair, the word "Jiang" is engraved on the back of the second chair, the word "Xia" is engraved on the back of the third chair, the word "Lin" is engraved on the back of the fourth chair, and the back of the fifth chair...

The order of visits to these ten chairs is according to the ranking of the top ten families.

The chair of Wenjia, which ranks first, is obviously a little bigger than the other nine. Although it is only so, it is a symbol of status.

On the white wall not far behind the ten chairs, there is a row of large characters written in a brush.

"Champion of the 19th Martial Arts Competition-

Xia Feng's martial arts competition was 18th, but Xia Cangqiong wrote down the 19th. Coupled with the lead behind, it is obvious that this layout is obviously not completed, because someone needs to add the name of the debt collector.

An old man sweeping the floor is slowly sweeping towards him. He is 80 years old this year and retired at the age of 60, but he did not leave.

He swept the ground here for 60 years. He witnessed the brilliant Xia Cangqiong on this martial arts platform and Xia Feng's defeat on this martial arts platform.

He witnessed the prosperity and decline of the Xia family.

The old man glanced at the row of unfinished words on the wall, and then continued to sweep the floor.

"Cough."

His health is getting worse and worse. He is not afraid of death, but he wants to live for another half a year. He wants to see it again.