"What's the breaking of the rules?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Zicong's face became even more indignant: "Now even a three-year-old child knows that pouring tea for guests cannot fill the tea. You are the first family of ancient martial arts, so why don't you even understand these rules?"

The girl in white dress looked at him in dissatisfaction and said, "Does it have anything to do with you? Tea is given to Mr. Lu, and even Mr. Lu didn't say anything. What are you, a servant, talking here?"

A third-rank official in front of the prime minister.

Not to mention the personal maid who follows Dongfang Yanran, the first lady, all year round.

When she went out, ordinary ancient martial arts family leaders would treat each other with courtesy.

If it weren't for Dongfang Yanran's personal instructions, people like Ma Zicong would not even look at him directly.

"That's because I, Brother Lu, is a large number of people, and I don't just have the same knowledge as your lady. Why are you maid so arrogant?"

Ma Zicong was not willing to be outdone. He had long disliked these big families. Today, relying on Lu Fan to stay here, he wanted to vent his anger for the previous events.

"I see."

Lu Fan shook the tea in his hand, drank the cup of water in one go, and then handed the tea cup to the girl in white dress: "Tell you the lady, I've received her feelings, thank you."

"That's it?"

The girl in white dress was obviously not satisfied with Lu Fan's answer.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Fan turned his head curiously at her: "Is there anything else?"

The girl in white dress was stunned. For some reason, when she looked at Lu Fan's clear eyes, she suddenly felt a very strange feeling.

It was like, facing a generation of masters... that sense of distance made her feel a little at a loss.

"If you have nothing to do, go back first, I'm going to watch the game."

Lu Fan said lightly, then turned his head and turned his gaze back to the ancient martial arts arena.

At this time, neither of the two sides of the battle made any further moves.

Nangong Wuxiu was covered in blood, standing quietly in place, looking at Yao Ziyang curiously: "You are ancient martial arts."

"The true qi transforms into shape, and the shadow of the knife can break the mountain and rock."

"Only the ancient martial arts recorded in ancient books can do this."

"Where did your martial arts come from?"

Nangong Wuxiu faced the nineteen sword lights against Yao Ziyang, and was struck by four. Although it seemed messy, only Yao Ziyang knew that he knew that his breath was not at all disordered, but was more calm than before, and his body was filled with an extremely strong breath of true energy... Yao Ziyang knew that Nangong Wuxiu was going to take real action.

Yao Ziyang didn't say anything. He stood not far away with a knife in one hand, looking at Nangong Wuxiu in a cold manner.

"Die for me!"

"boom!"

The sword light surged again!

Yao Ziyang's sword energy in his hand was like a tide, and it was boiling in the air, and he slashed directly at Nangong Wuxiu with one knife!

"Do you know all about this?"

Nangong Wuxiu's voice was like a devil: "It seems that you have not thoroughly understood such heavenly martial arts. You should keep a low profile and come out to fight with others."

"A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure."

"You are too arrogant!"

"boom!"

As the sword light approached, Nangong Wuxiu's entire figure became blurred and swayed under the sharp sword light. An illusion that his entire body was about to be melted under the sword light appeared.

Tens of thousands of people in the audience held their breath at this moment.

If Nangong Wuxiu was killed with Yao Ziyang, it would probably become another event that could be praised for a hundred years after the dramatic changes in martial arts in China thirty years ago!

"boom!"

The sword light finally landed on the ground.

The dazzling gray light in the sky dissipated, and Yao Ziyang's figure gradually appeared on the ring.

At this time, he stood on the ring with a knife in one hand and half bent down, gasping heavily, his face pale.

This sword almost exhausted all his strength. He even needed to rely on the power of the sword to barely support him and stand on the ground.

But there was a strange brilliance in his eyes!

Old Man Xuanyuan and Nangong Wuxiu were right. The domineering sword techniques he used were indeed from ancient times and could be called a heavenly rank!

This was cleaned in his family's library and discovered by accident.

And practiced, and completed breakthroughs again and again in a short period of time!

From an unknown disciple of the Yao family, he has transformed himself into a peerless young man who is comparable to Nangong Wuxiu! Standing on this arena, entering the semi-finals, and comparing with Nangong Wuxiu!

"After today, I am the strongest young man in this generation!"

"And you are only worthy of being trampled by me and becoming a stepping stone for me to reach the top."

"You should, be honored by this."
Chapter completed!