Ding Peng suffered a blow from Mei Hua and Mo Zhu, and fell to the ground, still laughing.
Ridiculous, Li Ridiculous, this thing is too ridiculous, too ridiculous, too ridiculous. He didn't say it because no one would believe him.
Those three days were the happiest and warmest three days in his life, but at this moment, those three days were simply a road to hell... It was only because of the existence of those three days that he became the hell he is now. situation.
Ding Peng thought a lot, and suddenly thought of what the silver-haired young man said to him...
"The most precious thing for people in the martial arts world is their own unique secrets, and they do not teach martial arts. Even if they are as close as parents and brothers, they may not reveal it. People are always happy when they are stupid. When people know that they are stupid , I don’t know if I can withstand such a blow.”
"If a beautiful woman can properly use smiles, tears, tenderness and compliments, at least nine and a half of ten men will fall at her feet."
Did he already know this? Or did he guess it?
Who is the person in the carriage? Is it him?
It was not the person Ding Peng thought. The person who got off the carriage was a man in his forties, with long sleeves and white clothes, a soft face, and handsome appearance. His expression was calm and his eyes were cold and arrogant.
His style and magnanimity are a thousand times better than Liu Ruosong's. Who is he?
Others also want to know this question, but no one seems to know this man. There seems to be another one!
There was an expression on Yuanyuan's face that was more surprised than the others. Mr. Xie opened his mouth, but when he saw that he ignored her, he wisely closed it again.
The man in white glanced at Ding Peng, who was sitting on the ground, and said calmly: "Get up!"
Ding Peng covered his wounds, stood up and asked, "Who are you?"
The man in white didn't answer him, but simply said: "Follow me!"
Ding Peng was a little surprised, and what was even more surprising was that he turned around after finishing speaking... He never glanced at anyone else, no matter it was plum blossoms, black bamboo, or Liu Ruosong, or even Dian Cang's Zhong Zhan, Xiejiazhuang Mr. Xie didn’t even look at it.
It was as if he was too lazy to look at them, as if they didn't exist in his eyes.
In the world of martial arts, being looked down upon can make someone take advantage of the situation, let alone being ignored?
"stop!"
It was Old Man Meihua who spoke, and the man in white also stopped and turned around.
Old Man Meihua sneered and said, "Who are you? You don't take us seriously enough."
The man in white chuckled and said, "What kind of thing do you think you are, worthy of being looked at by me?"
He scolded everyone in one sentence, even Mr. Xie. Ding Peng was not only surprised, but even started to be horrified.
After listening to his words, almost everyone looked angry, only Mr. Xie still had a smile on his face, and Mrs. Liu's eyes seemed to be shining.
Old Man Meihua became even more furious: "You are looking for death."
The sword that once cut through Ding Peng's chest was thrust out again, and he struck out with anger. The sword light went away faster and the sword edge was more poisonous.
This sword is intended to kill, not to injure, but to stab the fatal part of the heart.
A ray of cold light flew up, and everyone saw it, like a crescent moon, but no one saw what it was, and no one saw how he took action.
They only saw the tip of Plum Blossom Old Man's sword piercing it, but the sword changed!
From one sword to two pieces of iron, it was like a piece of bamboo suddenly split by an extremely sharp knife as thin as a cicada's wing, neatly split into two pieces from the tip of the sword to the hilt.
The sword fell to the ground, half on the left and half on the right.
The old man Plum Blossom also had four broken fingers, and his fingers fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. He just stood there blankly, like a stone statue.
When everyone else saw that scene, they were like Old Man Meihua, stunned!
He didn't know what that cold light was, because after the light disappeared, there was still nothing in his hand.
The man in white said coldly: "I told you that you are nothing."
No one dared to say anything except fear. They could only wonder who he was?
Mr. Xie couldn't help but ask: "Why are you here?"
The man in white said: "Come to do something."
Mr. Xie looked at Ding Peng and said, "Ding Peng?"
The man in white said, "Yes, he wants to see this kid."
"He?" Mr. Xie's expression suddenly changed and he said, "There is absolutely no one who can ask you to do things, unless..."
The man in white said with emotion: "He is back."
After saying that, he said to Ding Peng: "Let's go!"
Ding Peng seemed to have lost his mind and followed him absentmindedly.
Mr. Xie's body trembled, as if he thought of an extremely terrible thing...
Approaching the carriage, the driver on the carriage said: "Over the years, you have always seemed to be imitating him, consciously or unconsciously."
The man in white glared at the coachman and said, "I'm not him, I'm me."
The coachman smiled and said: "Of course you are not him. If you were him, the plum blossom would not be as simple as breaking off the sword and fingers."
After smiling, a pleasant female voice came from the car: "Okay, sir, don't laugh at him. He has always admired the young master the most, and there is no shame in learning from the master."
The man in white ignored the driver and got into the car.
The coachman looked at Ding Peng and said curiously: "I don't understand how he could take such a liking to a silly boy like you. Come on and get on."
Ding Peng doesn't understand either. There are many things he doesn't understand.
Who is this man in white? Such martial arts, such demeanor, this coachman, the woman in the coach, and the man they are talking about, that young master, who is his master?
Ding Peng couldn't understand. He only knew that he was saved by them today.
The whip whipped on the horse, the wheels rolled, and the carriage slowly left...
There were still some people standing in Wansong Villa. They stood there motionless as if someone had cast a immobilizing spell on them.
"well……"
A sigh broke the peace here. The person sighing was Mr. Xie. He looked at the old man Meihua and said: "Don't think about revenge, and don't provoke him."
Old Plum Blossom shouted angrily: "Could it be that all four of my fingers were broken in vain?"
Mr. Xie sighed again: "It's a blessing that you can save your life. If it were him..." He didn't say any more, just shook his head and said nothing.
Old Man Meihua shut up, but Liu Ruosong asked with some fear: "Mr. Xie, do you know the person just now?"
Mr. Xie hesitated, as if he was reluctant to say it. However, everyone looked at him as if they wanted to break the casserole and ask the question. He said helplessly: "His surname is also Xie. In fact, he..."
Before he could say anything, Liu Ruosong exclaimed: "Is that also from Xiejiazhuang?"
Mr. Xie shook his head and said, "Although his surname is Xie and he is related to the Xie family by blood, he is not from Xie's village."
Zhong Zhan suddenly said: "Youran Villa, Youran Forbidden Land, he is...he is the owner of that forbidden land?"
Mr. Xie glanced at Zhong Zhan unexpectedly and nodded: "He is indeed the only son of the third young master and the owner of Youran Villa."
Hearing his admission, Zhong Zhan seemed to have thought of something again, and his body couldn't stop trembling.
