Behind Mu Nianci was a middle-aged man. The wounds on his face covered his original appearance. He was dressed in a coarse shirt and looked very simple.
Xia Mo recognized at a glance that this person was Yang Tiexin, Wanyan Kang's biological father.
He was dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand. He had bright eyes and white teeth, and his face was very handsome. Without looking, one could tell that this was his junior brother, Ling Weifeng.
Standing opposite Ling Weifeng was a young man wearing a brocade robe. From his clothes, one could tell that he was either rich or noble.
The youth's appearance was far inferior to Ling Weifeng's, but the arrogance in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.
"Today, I hope that brother will not be stingy with your teachings."
The young man in embroidered robe said politely. The contempt in his eyes was not concealed.
"F * ck, who is this person? He dares to provoke the third most powerful person in Wandering Know-it-all?”
"Yeah, do you really think Ling Chuwei is someone to be trifled with?”
"I think this kid is most likely an NPC. Which player would dare to challenge the Ling Tian Union? Do you think you're Xia Moweiliang?”
News of Summer's massacre had long since spread among the players. Now, the various large Guilds did not dare to provoke Summer. After all, he was an existence that could kill tens of thousands of people by himself.
Moreover, it didn't seem to be the limit. They only had a few hundred thousand people at most, which was probably not enough for Xia Mo to kill.
Offending Xia Mo, the vengeful killer, their guild would definitely not have a good life.
So now, all the guilds had issued an order that they could not offend Xia Mei. If they offended her, they would be expelled from the guild immediately!
"Hey, but speaking of which, Ling Chuweiliang's name is similar to Xia Moweiliang's name. Could there be any relationship between them?”
In the crowd, Xia Xia, who was watching the show, couldn't help but be speechless when he heard this.
Speaking of which, he really didn't know if the two of them were really fated to become fellow disciples. Even their names almost collided.
It was fortunate that Ling Weifeng's surname was not Xia. Otherwise, there would be two late summer breezes.
Regarding the game ID, Xia Mei had asked Ling Weifeng about it, but Ling Weifeng said that when she took the game ID, this name just happened to flash through her mind.
Heart-to-heart connection? Xia Mo shook his head. It was too scary. As a man who wanted to become the king of picking up girls, there were still countless beautiful women waiting for him to save under Jin Yong and Gu Long's pen. He absolutely, absolutely did not want to be gay.
Even though the more he looked at this junior brother, the cuter he felt (▽).
"I don't dare to teach you. Just treat it as a spar."
Compared to the youth's arrogance, Ling Weifeng was more humble.
Even Mu Nianci and Yang Tiexin looked at Ling Weifeng with satisfaction.
"Young Master, today is the Groom Search Competition. If Young Master wants to compete with this white-robed young master, why don't you wait until after today?”
The more Yang Tiexin looked at Ling Weifeng, the more satisfied he became. Of course, he had to remove obstacles for Ling Weifeng.
"You old man, you are so unreasonable. This is the arena for the martial competition for a spouse. The winner can marry this lady. If I defeat this brother, I will marry this lady, right? Why can't I participate?"
" This..." Yang Tiexin was stunned." Looking at Young Master's clothes, you must be from a wealthy family. We are all uncivilized people in the Jianghu and thought that we could not afford to be friends with you. Young Master, please..."
"Cut the crap, this is ten wen."
According to the rules of the Joust For A Spouse, one had to pay ten copper coins if they wanted to go on stage.
"Young Master!"
"It's okay, uncle. I also want to try my cultivation."
Ling Weifeng narrowed his eyes. After three months of hard training, her cultivation had skyrocketed. She was just worrying about not having any opponents.
There was a fool who came to practice.
"Come on, Ling Chuwei!"
"Beat up this reckless NPC!"
"Good luck! Ling Chuweiliang!"
The players below the stage didn't mind the matter getting out of hand and even supported Ling Weifeng to make a move. In any case, he had no chance. He could take a look at the style of the big shots on the Wandering Know-it-all list.
"Tsk tsk, who do you think is stronger? Ling Chuwei Liang or that NPC?”
"Do you think a late-stage third-rate can defeat an early-stage second-rate?”
Xia Mo smiled faintly. He could naturally tell the other party's cultivation level at a glance.
Compared to Ling Weifeng, the other party was still too lacking.
"Is that so? But weren't the NPCs in the game very powerful?”
The player didn't think so. Ever since they entered the game, there was still a huge gap between players and natives.
Xia Mo didn't say anything. They didn't understand Jin Yong's Wuxia, so it was understandable that they thought so.
Based on the youth's appearance and realm, Xia Mo could already guess who he was.
In the arena, Ling Weifeng's expression was guarded and his attitude was very serious. On the contrary, it was Wanyan Kang. His expression was frivolous and obviously didn't put Ling Weifeng in his eyes.
He raised his hand and pulled out his sword. The first move of Quanzhen Sword Art, Yang Needle, was thrust out.
"Are you from Quan Zhen Sect?"
Pulling out his sword, he blocked Yang Kang's attack with ease.
"Yes, this one is Wanyan Kang, the first disciple of Chang Chun Zi, Taoist Qiu."
Although he didn't want to admit it, Qiu Chuji's name was quite scary sometimes.
"You really are the successor of the Taoist priest with the nose of a cow?!”
Perhaps it was because of Lin Yu 'er's influence, but three months later, Ling Weifeng was also biased against Quan Zhen Sect.
When he heard that Wanyan Kang was Qiu Chu Ji's disciple, his face was solemn and his every move was vicious.
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