Chapter 1: The roots of troubles

"Situ Battlefield, I want to fight you!"
In the north of Yaowang City, inside Feixue Wuyuan, a young man's roar, like a thunder in the flat ground, shocked the whole Wuyuan.
Feixue Wuyuan does not forbid duels, as long as both parties agree and do not kill people, the Wuyuan will not control it. There have been several duels in the martial arts school in the past two years, but this time it was completely different.
In the past, the duels were all about being jealous and playing handsome performances. This time it was the first time that the Cammen warriors challenged the family warriors.
Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the people do not fight with the officials!
On the Continent of Souls and Souls, the Camel Warriors and the Aristocratic Warriors are two different ranks!
When countless people heard this news, their first reaction was that Xiao Lang's brain was kicked by his donkey?
Let alone Xiao Lang's strength in the Warrior Realm, where is his opponent in the Battlefield Situ Battlefield. Even if you beat him by despicable means, and let out a nasty breath, will you still be in the martial arts school in the future? Although Situ Zhanye is not the true young master of the Situ family, the two words Situ in Medicine King City...but represent a certain power!
When the cause of the incident spread, countless Camelites began to feel sorry for Xiao Lang, and of course they became more interested in this inexplicable duel.
The duel between the two is because of a woman, the first beauty of the martial arts school, the young lady of the Bu family, Bu Xiaoman.
After going to Devil Mountain to practice, Miss Bu Er, who was injured by a third-level profound beast, came to the martial arts academy on the first day of recuperation for half a month. It seemed that her mind was not normal.
She, who has always treated men without pretentiousness, actually stopped Xiao Lang in full view at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy in the morning, and then even gave way to the Bu family to openly collect Xiao Lang's information?
Bu Xiaoman and Situ Zhantian, the eldest son of the Situ family, have already concluded a marriage contract, and Yaowang City is well known.
What Bu Xiaoman did was undoubtedly a loud slap in the face of Situ Zhantian. Although Situ Zhantian is still practicing in Devil Mountain, how can the Situ family be annoying?
So Situ Zhantian's clan brother, Situ Zhanye stepped up domineeringly, Bu Xiaoman didn't dare to provoke him, Xiao Lang, a Cambrian, naturally became the object of his anger...
When Situ Warfield provoked in every possible way, and finally directly greeted Xiao Lang's female relatives of several generations, Xiao Lang, who had only been in the martial arts academy for half a year, but had always been an honest person, finally couldn't help but shoot the case and let out a roar.
"Miss, they went to the grove!"
Bu Xiaoman took a nap and hurriedly pulled and sat in the school, beautiful and beautiful Bu Xiaoman. In fact, Bu's collateral child, Bu Nap, was also very skeptical-Was Bu Xiaoman hurt in Devil Mountain? Otherwise, how could such a ridiculous and unreserved thing be done today?
If Xiao Lang is disabled today, it will be nothing. But it doesn't matter if it goes out to the Situ family, the Bu family is about to be ashamed, but rumors can kill people!
"Let everyone stop watching and booing, wait... I'll go and see!"
Bu Xiaoman sat quietly, dressed in white, like a budding lily. She raised her eyelids and confessed softly. But the body did not move, and there was a hint of playfulness in the beautiful eyes that made countless young people in the martial arts school.
Miss Bu Jia spoke, and countless teenagers and girls who wanted to watch the excitement could only circulate outside the grove. Waiting for Situ Zhanye to come out with dignity, or... wait for Xiao Lang to crawl out covered in blood.
"Boy, some women, it's not you who can... get involved!"
In the grove of the Martial Arts Academy, Situ Warfield, dressed in brocade clothes with a sullen smile on his face, looked at Xiao Lang mockingly at the inferior samurai uniform, ordinary-looking, even mediocre. He feels that today's special man is very domineering. When he will walk out of the small forest, there will be countless women screaming for him.
Xiao Lang seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was of medium height, about 1.75 meters, and he was well-proportioned under a black samurai suit. His facial features were ordinary.
"No one followed up?"
After he entered the woods, unexpectedly there was no trace of anger. Instead, he swept his eyes in the woods twice. After confirming that no one was watching, the corner of his mouth suddenly bends in a strange arc.
It was just an arc, his plain face had undergone earth-shaking changes.
One word, demon!
Awe-inspiring!
It's hard to imagine that a person's face has changed greatly because of an arc, and his temperament has completely changed!
Situ Zhanye was a little annoyed when he saw Xiao Lang ignored him, but at this moment, he was a little confused when he saw this demon-looking face. Is this changing your face? How can a person's temperament change so quickly and so greatly?
Then he felt a sudden burst of vigor from Xiao Lang's body that made him tremble, and his expression instantly changed!
This kind of aura, he has felt in many members of the family, but they are all powerful men who have experienced many battles and dyed countless blood. This kind of aura is called murderous aura, a kind of temperament that would never appear on a 16 or 17-year-old boy!
Next second!
Situ Zhanye has no time to think about this, because the opposite Xiao Lang moved, like a tiger, rushing towards him quickly, a fist quickly enlarged in his eyes.
This is definitely not an intermediate fighter!
Situ Zhanye's eyes were full of horror. As a child of the aristocratic family, although his strength is not superb among the younger generation, he still has eyesight. Xiao Lang's speed and the powerful power contained in the fist that broke through the air, he believed that he would never be able to do it.
"drink!"
Although Situ Zhanye knew in his heart that he would be defeated, he instinctively threw a punch to resist Xiao Lang!
"boom!"
The two fists collided, but it was a completely different situation. Xiao Lang did not move, but Situ Battlefield flew out. Had it not been for a huge old tree more than two meters away from his back, he believed he would definitely fall into a shit-eating dog.
Forty Tiger Power!
There was a fierce pain in the finger bones, and Situ Zhanye knew that his right hand had been temporarily abolished. He knew better that Xiao Lang's punch had forty powers. In other words, Xiao Lang's strength is not an intermediate fighter, but... an intermediate fighter!
The ranks of the martial artists of the Soul of the Continent were very clear and distinct. The first-level fighters have the power of a tiger at the peak of their cultivation. The second-level fighters have the power from one tiger to ten tigers. As for the fighters in the Situ battlefield, they have the power from ten tigers to a hundred tigers.
Situ Battlefield had twenty tigers' power, but Xiao Lang, who had only a few tigers' power, suddenly burst out forty tigers in a test in the academy not long ago, and he lost with one move!
A Cambrian, his cultivation speed is actually more talented than a family of warriors!
"Impossible, impossible..."
Situ Zhanye was a little confused. He knew very well that he could reach this state today because his family spent a lot of resources to cultivate it. He Xiao Lang is a Camel, how could he cultivate so fast?
Shoo!
Just when Situ Zhanye's mind was in confusion, Xiao Lang on the opposite side moved again. He waved his left hand at random, and then three bursts of air sounded, completely frightening Situ Zhanye.
"Tick, tick!"
The perplexed color on Situ Zhanye's face disappeared. Instead, he was full of panic. There was no color. Under the expensive robe, drops of yellow liquid with peculiar smell kept dripping.
He was scared to pee...
Situ Zhanye opened his eyes wide, looking at the two flying knives that were wiping his ears directly into the ancient tree, and the third flying knives that almost destroyed his life under his crotch. There was an urge to cry.
It's not fun, he doesn't play anymore, he can't play with such lunatics...
"Situ Zhanye, a child of the Situ family, your father is in charge of the Situ family weapon shop, and a younger brother, six years old this year, your family lives at No. 68, South Alley next to the Situ Mansion! These information... yes. Right? Young Master Situ?"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Situ Zhanye's thoughts were pulled back by a hand who was gently tapping his face. He shook his head and looked at the dreadful face in front of him, and his heart became even more frightened.
Xiao Lang unexpectedly... investigated his data clearly!
He swallowed, nodded vigorously, and made a trembling sound: "Xiao Lang, Young Master Xiao, I was wrong, don't kill me! I won't mess with you again, I swear to God..."
Happiness!
Xiao Lang slapped Situ Zhanye's face again and again, looking at this pustule-like young man, a trace of disgust flashed in his heart, and the rich murderous intent in his eyes quietly passed away, he said mockingly:
"Don't call it son, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I shouldn't be called a son. Bu Xiaoman's kind of heavenly proud girl, I really can't get involved, and I'm not interested in getting involved. You listen carefully to me-I only I want to practice quietly in the martial arts school and mix with a martial arts school approval certificate. I don’t want to cause trouble, and I don’t intend to be an enemy of the Situ family, but you dare to continue to pester me in the future, or let the Situ family retaliate against me, I can promise as long as I can’t kill me , I will... kill your family, understand?"
"Understand, Understand, Understand!"
Situ Zhanye's little chicken nodded fiercely as if pecking at rice, he couldn't believe that this young man who was about his age would definitely say and do it. Because of this look, he had seen it in the eyes of the Patriarch of the Situ family. It was a kind of slaughter and resolute, arrogant and arrogant looking at human life!
"That's a good boy, you are your son, and when I mess with me, it's not good for everyone to play different birds? It's boring to fight for a woman, isn't it?"
Xiao Lang smiled again, with a monster look on his face. He easily drew the three flying knives out of the ancient tree and put them in the wide sleeves.
"Brother Xiao said yes, yes!"
Situ Zhanye followed and laughed, but it was more ugly than crying. His eyes glanced inside Xiao Lang's wide sleeves, but they shrank again. Because he saw Xiao Lang’s wrist strapped to a small mechanical crossbow, and the crossbow bolt on it was still glowing, obviously soaked in poison...
Who the is this? Is it the legendary killer of the underground world?
Unexpected--
Before Situ Zhanye had time to express his shock, Xiao Lang turned his hand into his palm, grabbed his fist, and then pulled it toward his chest. He just touched his body, but his body suddenly flew out more than two meters, crashed to the ground, and shouted in horror and pain, "Ah, Lord Situ, stop beating, I promise you will never get close again. Miss!"
Situ Zhanye is at a loss, what is Xiao Lang going to play again? This expression pretends to be so like, is it because he won the battle today?
When he saw Xiao Lang winking at him constantly, he was suddenly awakened, and his gaze swept across the path on the left without leaving a trace. Sure enough, he saw a white figure flashing, hiding behind a big tree.
Bu Xiaoman is here!
Xiao Lang really didn't think about her, but wanted to quietly mix up seniority in the martial arts school.
Situ Zhanye is not stupid, he quickly guessed the tricks, and of course he was willing to walk down this step. So he took a deep breath and kicked Xiao Lang fiercely. Of course...before the foot touched Xiao Lang’s clothes, he immediately tightened his eyebrows and raised his eyes, cursing and grinning: "I will give you this time. Keep a long memory, I will dare to do this next time, never be merciful!"
After speaking, Situ Battlefield couldn't bother to deal with the yellow liquid on his robe, and walked outside like a general returning triumphantly, with his head high and his chest high. It's just that the right hand hidden in the sleeve is still shaking...
Xiao Lang got up "difficultly", his face was depressed and panic, his clothes were messy, his teeth were grinning, and he staggered towards the outside.
When the two of them left the small forest, under an ancient tree in the distance, a slim white figure flashed out, Bu Xiaoman's pretty face that made countless teenagers dreams was full of surprise, beautiful eyes blinked and muttered Said: "Has it been half a month ago that he was really the one who saved my life in Devil Mountain? But... why is this figure so alike?"