"Look, what did that kid do?"

The old man handed the note to the big man and said: "You are really brave. You dared to rob a martial saint. He is lucky to be alive. If he had been alive, I would have slapped him to death!"

The big man in purple took the note, read what was written on it, and finally raised his head and said: "Even if Jie'er is wrong, it can't stop Jie'er's martial arts path. Will my Qi family and Xia Jie's family be separated?"

Your home is in your sights!”

"hehe!"

The old man seemed to be angry and laughed, looking at the big man angrily and said: "I told you, in addition to practicing, you should also listen to the news from the outside, and don't let the people around you block your eyes.

Since the last battle with Nanhai, I have all the information about the martial saints in Nanhai at home, and I asked you to read it, and this is how you read it?"

When the big man in purple saw that the old man was angry, he shrank his neck and said carefully in a low voice: "Grandpa, what information?"

How could he have time to look at that thing? He didn't have enough time to practice every day, so he still had time to look at those unimportant things.

"You just said that people don't take our Lu family seriously!"

The old man's voice was a bit sighing, and he said faintly: "That Wuhou had just broken through to the Martial Saint more than twenty years ago. At that time, he only used one move to kill the black-robed ancestor. In a short time

It can kill three demon saints, two of which are still in the middle stage of demon saints, and can even block the perfect level demon saints.

At that time, I was still in the early stage of martial arts. Didn’t I mean that I had broken through to the middle stage now? Now that I think about it, it was just a matter of one blow to me. As for you, maybe you can’t hurt me even if I stand there. We

Only your two great-grandfathers can be considered in the eyes of the Qi family. As for not killing that kid, maybe it was just for the sake of the Xia family!"

"How is it possible? Even my great grandfather doesn't dare to stand and let me chop him!"

Although the big man in purple was shocked by Lu Ziyu's monster and martial arts, he said unconvinced. After all, he is also a martial saint.

"You know shit!"

The old man glared at the big man in purple again and said: "You look like this. You used to complain that you didn't accept the title of Marquis Wu and wanted to challenge others. You don't even know the depth of others. Are you looking for death?"

The old man seemed very angry, even more angry than when he saw his great-grandson's arm cut off.

Although he also likes Xia Jie, he still mostly sees the reason why his surname is Xia. As for that boy's character, he is very impatient, but the person in front of him is his own grandson, and his brainless appearance makes him uncomfortable.

He was very angry. He turned around and walked back into the house and did

He went to the chair and took a sip of tea, and then said: "I am a cultivator both internally and externally. Twenty years ago, even if a semi-sacred weapon was struck on my body, I would be afraid that it would not be able to break through my defense. Now no one knows how strong his defense is.

Anyway, you kid won’t be able to chop them down!”

"Cultivation both inside and outside?"

The big man in purple then opened his eyes wide, looked at the old man with a surprised look on his face and said, "Same as Emperor Xia?"

"Um!"

The old man nodded and finally said: "You also know the prestige of Emperor Xia back then. When Emperor Xia was in the late stage of the Martial Saint, he relied on his powerful body to fight against all the invincible opponents in the world, and that's how Daxia became what it is now!

"

"How come such a monster appears again and refuses to let anyone live!"

The big man in purple shrank his eyes and muttered.

"Your great-grandfather told me last time when he came back that this Lu Ziyu may be even more powerful than Emperor Xia back then, especially with the skill of flying knives in his hand."

The old man said in a complicated tone: "Your great-grandfather said that he was not sure that he could master the skill of flying knives. At that time, he was only in the early stage of martial arts, and now he should be even more powerful in the middle stage."

"Grandpa, did you say that boy is too powerful?"

The big man in purple clothes said with some dissatisfaction when he saw his grandfather's appearance.

"I just want to make it clear to you, so that you don't run away and die on your own. Don't let someone say a few words in your ear one day, and you don't know how high it is to run and cause trouble for others!"

The old man glared at the big man again and said sternly.

"What about Jie'er's matter? If we just leave it alone, what will others say about my Qi family?"

The big man in purple said carefully.

"That's his Xia family's business. Don't forget, that boy's surname is Xia!"

An inexplicable smile appeared on the old man's face and he whispered.

…

Ziwei Island is the core island of the Daxia Dynasty, and its area is of course very large.

There are very few poor people living here, it can be said that there are basically none. There is no city here, only various buildings all over the island.

On this island, all the marquis have their own mansions, but there are very few people living there. Even if no one lives in these mansions, there are still a lot of people on Ziwei Island.

The largest number of people here are from the Xia family. This is the origin of the Xia family. Most of the Xia family basically live here.

In a huge manor in the northwest of Ziwei Island, a middle-aged man wearing purple clothes and a robe embroidered with dragon patterns was holding a piece of paper in his hand and his face was ashen.

"It's so deceiving!"

"boom!"

The middle-aged man smashed the table next to him with a palm, sending sawdust flying everywhere. The two maids waiting in the room were knocked out by the sawdust, vomiting blood from their mouths.

The middle-aged man ignored the two maids at all. He clenched his fists and looked at the piece of paper in his hand with a gloomy expression, as if he was trying to read new words among the small characters.

"What's going on? You're so angry!"

At this time, a beautiful woman wearing a purple cloak, showing her grace and splendor, walked in, followed by two young maids.

When the middle-aged man saw the person coming in, his expression softened a little. After hesitating, he handed over the piece of paper in his hand.

The beautiful woman who came in took the note and looked down at it strangely.

"Jie'er!"

After the beautiful woman read the note, her eyes suddenly turned red, she screamed and her whole body started to shake.

The two maids nearby saw this and hurriedly stretched out their hands to support the beautiful woman so that she did not fall.

The middle-aged man also reacted at this time, reached out and took the beautiful woman from the maid's hand, and then waved his hand to let the two maids go down.

"Master, where is Jie'er now?"

The middle-aged man helped the beautiful woman sit down on a chair. The beautiful woman finally recovered, then raised her head and asked miserably with tears in her eyes.

"I'm on my way back, I've already asked someone to pick me up, don't worry!"

The middle-aged man calmed down and said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!