Just wearing Douluo, being chased and killed by the god-king Tang San

Chapter 177 The Swordsman

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Title: [Dou Luo: Xiao Wu, please respect yourself, I really don't like you. 】

Also known as: [Douluo: The strongest villain family] [Douluo: My grandson is super fierce] [Douluo: My martial soul is a gourd baby] [Douluo: The strongest relationship household]

Introduction: A young man crosses the Douluo Continent and awakens seven gourd baby spirits.

Facing the goddess, the seven calabash dolls were in unison, "With us here, we must agree to be our grandma."

Xiao Wu posted upside down, Yang Feng was not moved, he didn't dare to move, Xiao Wu will only affect my performance...

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The protagonist Yang Feng!

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Ye Mansion lobby.

The Patriarch of the Ye Family looked indifferently, aloofly, looking at Yang Feng and his son.

No tea was served.

The atmosphere is very wrong.

Yang Qingfeng doesn't like this.

As long as he is not embarrassed, the embarrassment will always be someone else!

No, Yang Qingfeng sat down carelessly, and ordered to the maid beside him, "Serve tea!"

His son, Yang Feng, didn't want to drink because he was a drunkard, he folded his arms and looked like he had nothing to do with him.

Just kidding, due to the limitations of the system, this engagement is not rare for him!
Aside, the maid is the maid of Ye Mansion after all.

The master didn't speak, so she didn't dare to move.

The head of the Ye family snorted coldly, "Wu Qingfeng, have you never had tea or is there no water in your house?"

Grinning, Wu Qingfeng slapped the table, "Son, tell him about the tea left by our ancestors."

"oh(_)"

To be honest, Yang Feng also felt very unhappy with this Ye Family Patriarch.

It looked like his Yang family owed his Ye family several million.

Clearing his throat, Yang Feng said indifferently: "Junior... I really like how Mr. Ye treats guests, it really opened my eyes."

"My nephew won the prize!"

The head of the Ye family replied coldly, as ugly as his face is.

The corner of Yang Feng's mouth twitched, and his saucy breath expanded, "My Yang family lacks everything, just a lot of water, a pot of Enlightenment tea, and no one in this endless continent can afford to drink it."

"Back then, my Yang family gave you half a catty of enlightenment tea from the Ye family, but there was a deal, otherwise how could I reluctantly give it to you."

Yang Feng's words hit the heart of the head of the Ye family.

Because of Huanjian Villa, Yang Feng's grandfather, that is, Yang Qingfeng's father, once had a deal.

Because Grandpa Yang Feng took out half a catty of enlightenment tea!

The condition is that Ye Wushuang and Yang Feng's baby kiss.

It's just that the two patriarchs are both retreating, and they are still dead!

Due to Yang Feng's poor aptitude, the head of the Ye family changed his face.

Originally, Yang Feng came here to try to make something happen, to get rid of this engagement.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they entered the lobby of the Ye Mansion, their hot faces were put on their cold butts.

He...how could he hurt his father Yang Qingfeng's face.

It is absolutely impossible.

This is a question about Dad's face.

The Patriarch of the Ye family snorted coldly, and looked at Yang Qingfeng, "Yang Qingfeng, your son is ignorant and innately useless. I can't entrust my daughter to him."

"Snapped!"

Yang Qingfeng didn't care so much, he just patted the table, and a marriage contract appeared on the table.

"Don't deny it."

"This is the marriage letter between Mr. Ye and my father. Your daughter is the future sword god queen of my Huanjian Villa!"

"If you don't admit it, I, Yang Qingfeng, will let everyone in Jinyong City know about this matter today, and see how you explain it!"

Patriarch Ye's complexion changed, and his voice suddenly became cold, "What a Yang Qingfeng, you are still acting so domineering. My Wushuang has the holy fetus of swordsmanship. How could it be possible to marry your useless son? It is impossible in this life."

"Master Ye!"

At this time, Yang Feng really couldn't listen anymore.

At the moment when Wu Qingfeng was drawing his sword, he stretched out his hand to hold his father's hand, and smiled brightly.

"To be honest, I don't have any feelings for your daughter Ye Wushuang. She doesn't deserve to have me. Is the holy fetus of Sword Dao really amazing? If you wash my feet, Yang Feng won't accompany me."

"Presumptuous." The Patriarch of the Ye family stood up suddenly, and a sharp sword energy erupted from behind him.

The atmosphere solidified.

Yang Feng was not afraid, he chuckled, stepped out at the same step, and looked down at the Patriarch gently.

"You are such a ruthless and shameless old thing, you should have a taste of my ruthless swordsmanship!"

The tiger's body shook, and Yang Qingfeng also stood up.

This son of mine has that kind of self-confidence that he didn't have before.

He stood up, fearing that his son would be hurt by the Patriarch of the Ye family, after all his cultivation was not at the same level.

Invisibly.

The Patriarch of the Ye family has already gone out of his body with Yang Qingfeng's primordial spirit, fighting dozens of swords.

It's just that Yang Feng and the standing maid didn't notice.

soon!
A wave of primordial spirit suddenly exploded between the two, and a crack appeared on the ground!
"puff!"

"puff!"

The Patriarch of the Ye family and Wu Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood almost at the same time.

They staggered, each backing away.

"Dad."

Yang Feng had quick eyes and quick hands, and he supported Yang Qingfeng.

And the head of the Ye family sat down on the throne.

The two of them were still staring at each other.

Full of gunpowder flavor.

God fights once.

They all tried out each other's details, with a radius of eight taels.

It's just, let's see who lasts to the end.

Yang Feng really wanted to get involved, but his father held his hand.

"Stand back and let daddy come, you are a child after all! Show me."

Yang Feng's mind was united, and a sword energy penetrated into his body along the palm of his father's hand.

He was startled!
Dad, he was injured, his "Sword Consciousness" was disordered, his blood energy...

"Yang Qingfeng, I didn't expect that after so many years, you have improved a lot."

At this time, the head of the Ye family above said.

Yang Qingfeng snorted coldly, "It's still the same sentence, your daughter belongs to me."

"If you persist in your obsession, I, Huanjian Villa, will let you have a taste of regret."

"I'm looking forward to it." The head of the Ye family said coldly.

Yang Qingfeng shook his hand, picked up the marriage contract, "Son, let's go, come back tomorrow."

"........."

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded when he thought that his father was injured.

"puff!"

Just as the two father and son left, the Patriarch of the Ye family on the throne spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

"Patriarch, you, are you okay?" The servant girl was frightened.

After waving his hand, the Patriarch of the Ye family ordered, "I want to go into seclusion. When Yang Qingfeng comes in the future, he will be turned away, and I don't want to see him again."

.........

Magic Sword Villa.

"Son, enter the Jiange for me, practice hard for me, and step down the Ye family tomorrow."

With a "bang", Yang Qingfeng kicked Yang Feng into the Jiange.

When I came to Jiange, I saw an old man head-on.

His head is full of white hair, his clothes are simple and old, his eyes are dim, and he is wearing a cane. The wrinkles on his old face are like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, dry without any moisture.

"It's been a long time since anyone came here, are you the new blood of my Huanjian Villa?" the old man asked.

"You are?" Yang Feng asked back.

"Sword Keeper." The old man pouted and looked at Yang Feng, as if he understood everything.

"hiss!"

Yang Feng couldn't help gasping, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He naturally knew that this was the sword guard of his Huanjian Villa in the past.

Moreover, age cannot be considered.

The point is, when someone enters the Jiange in normal times, this old man will never appear.

Even if her father Yang Qingfeng came, he still couldn't see the old sword guard.

did not expect.

As soon as he came, he almost hit his chest!

Are you moved...don't dare to move.

The sword guard's body was haggard and frightening, Yang Feng naturally felt the aura of depression.

"Junior Yang Feng, pay my respects to senior."

"Get up and talk."

The sword guard had a gentle voice, as if he was very satisfied with Yang Feng.

However, what the sword guard said next left Yang Feng speechless.

"In the past, women affected the speed of drawing the old man's sword. Otherwise, the old man would have gone through the void long ago. After waiting for a long time, he finally got a physique that was naturally not interested in women."

"Emm..." Yang Feng understood.

Since ancient times, great powers have often been fettered by beauty and misfortune. He naturally understands this truth.

He's not interested in women...that's a lie.

It's just that the system doesn't allow it.

The sword guard smiled gently, "I have countless Taoist companions, and in the end they broke through the void, and I can only stop here. With you coming, there is hope again."

Yang Feng was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Countless women...

He really didn't know what to say!
When the old man was young, he must have been very romantic.

After a pause, he asked, "May I ask, how many years have you lived, senior?"

Shoujian said humanely, "According to the time, it has been 1 years, and the old man's lifespan is approaching."

"..."

Yang Feng was dumbfounded again.

1 years have not died, how strong is it?
On this continent, living for three thousand years is the limit.

I don't know how many girls this bad old man on Kang has harmed in the first half of his life, and he has lived for a full 1 years.

Moreover, he has not died yet!
This broke his cognition.

Even if you tell the outside world to someone at the level of the leader, I'm afraid they won't believe it!
(End of this chapter)