The Conceited Young Man

When Xu Qingzhi arrived, the two sides were in a confrontation. In front of Mo Yunchang was Wang Jing, who had arrived first. At the Wei clan's side, there was also an old man, and behind him were about three hundred armored soldiers, all pointing their spears at Wang Jing.

"Are you really going to protect this little girl like this?"

Wei Ying's hair was white, but her eyes were full of vigor. It was obvious that she was a veteran from the battlefield. Even when facing the famous Great Grandmaster, he did not show the slightest bit of fear.

"My actions are not up to you to judge! "I do not wish to cause trouble for little Xu. If an old fellow like you is still unable to differentiate good from bad, don't even think about living today!"

Wei Ying's expression finally changed when he heard Wang Jing's harsh words. Honestly speaking, he hadn't expected there to be a Grandmaster standing behind him. He didn't even dare to warm up Wang Jing with just the three hundred patrolling soldiers in his hands.

This was a small matter, and Wei Xin did not sustain any injuries either. At most, he would just be killed by a guard. However, this was a huge disgrace to him. Furthermore, it was a disgrace to be scammed by Li Yao.

No, it would be fine if it was someone else, but he couldn't let Li Shen get the upper hand.

"My son is injured, and I have lost a loyal general. What's to be said about this debt?"

"Pfft!" Your son still has the face to say that he's just a slut that doesn't know what's good for him. Old thing, you're not giving me face, but you're not giving me face.

As Wei Ying's voice faded, we, Miss Mo, could no longer bear it. It looked like she had been greatly wronged this time.

Mo Yunchang was so angry that she could not even hit the dagger-wielding fella, but the fact that the fella would always hit her from time to time still made her angry.

Seeing that both sides were getting more and more intense, Xu Qingzhi did not dare to wait any longer. He slowly walked over.

"Old General Wei, why don't you listen to the reason for this matter?"

Wei Ying sized up Xu Qingzhi as he walked over. Beside him, the man in the long gown that was fighting Mo Yunchang also cast his gaze towards Xu Qingzhi. When he sensed the aura coming from Xu Qingzhi, he let out a light cry of surprise.

He felt a trace of danger from Xu Qing.

"This junior of yours looks very unfamiliar."

What it meant was that Xu Qinghui, you are nothing.

Xu Qingzhi naturally knew the disdain in Wei Ying's words and smiled.

"Junior is Xu Qingzhi. This lady is my friend."

"Oh? Are you going to stand up for him? "

Xu Qingzhi smiled but didn't say anything. He sized up Wei Ying's back.

"May I ask, which one is Young Master Wei?"

Wei Ying didn't understand where this young man came from, but he felt that after this young man came out, no matter if it was that grandmaster or that noisy wild girl, they both stopped talking and let this young man take charge.

"What is it? This young noble is Wei Xin! "

Xu Qingzhi smiled as he looked at Wei Zheng who had walked out from the crowd. At this moment, he was still painfully rubbing his butt.

"You're Young Master Wei Ju Wei?"

"If you don't change your name, then sit down and don't change it!"

"Alright."

Xu Qingzhi suddenly dashed in front of Wei Zheng and kicked him far away.

"What!?" "You're courting death!"

"Who dares to move!"

The crowd present did not react in time. Even Wang Jing did not expect Xu Qingzhi to act this way. They looked on with interest.

Seeing that their Young Master had suffered a second injury, all the soldiers were filled with righteous indignation. Even the three hundred soldiers of the Patrol Guard Regiment turned their spearheads and pointed at Xu Qingzhi.

What was interesting was that Xu Qingzhi did not choose to release his moderate and calm taiji sword intent. Instead, he chose to release the extremely cold and bone-chilling sword intent from the Netherworld Sword Seed, as if it was the Nine Netherworld Ice, shocking the crowd so that they did not dare to take even half a step forward.

Wei Ying finally reacted at this moment.

"Idiot!" "Hurry, let's go see the young master."

He gave the man a look.

The man in the long gown shook his head with a solemn expression.

He was also very surprised, these were all demons and devils, a little child with inborn divine strength and a young girl with exquisite sword skills. Not to mention that the great grandmaster behind them was present, even without him, these three would not be able to deal with him.

Naturally, they would not know that Xu Qing was only a sixth grade. In this world, there had never been a person who could condense an 'intent' in the mortal rank realm.

This was precisely the effect Xu Qing wanted!

"Old General Wei, I heard that you've also stayed in the Frostblade Battalion before. After the first battle at the West Lake, the Frost Blade disappeared. Including Chu Yinan, there are only seven remaining Frosted Blade Battalion soldiers, right?"

"Humph!" What qualifications do you have to mention the two words "Frost Blade"? "

"Old General Wei, is … is it?"

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.

Wei Ying was very familiar with this feeling, or perhaps it was the look in his eyes. He had once seen a young general wearing a white helmet and silver robe on another young man. Thus, he subconsciously said, "Yes."

"I once had the privilege of meeting an old Frost Blade soldier in Yanyang. His body was already disabled, and he created a light riddle on the Lantern Festival. It seems to be called … How could the weather be calm? Borrowing the heart of ice, carrying snow in one hand. My second half is... "

Xu Qingzhi looked at Wei Ying's weather-beaten old face.

"Just how close is my family letter? Fellow brothers and friends, I'll never see you again!"

Wei Ying took two steps back as if he had been struck by lightning. From then on.

"Old General, do you still remember the blood mud at the bottom of the Xizi Lake? Do you still remember your record of fighting for 6000 Li? Old General, did you forget it after so long? "

"Nonsense!" You... "What qualifications do you have? How can I forget about those blood and tears? How can that be?!"

"Wei Xin!"

Xu Qingzhi gave a loud roar, and the shocked Wei Zheng who had sunk into a trance almost jumped up from his seat.

"Have you ever heard this from the old general? Do you know how much blood flowed from the three thousand people that fought to the last seven? Do you know the pain of crawling out of a pile of dead people and looking around with your sword drawn and shouting and no one answering? Do you know that what you are squandering right now is the foundation and status that your old father risked his life for? Do you know? "

Wei Ying's face was covered in tears. At this moment, he finally remembered who the young man in front of him was. The only person in the world who could call a great general by his name was the great general's son.

"Wei Ying greets the crown prince!"

The old general knelt down on the street, and Wei Fan stared blankly at this scene. Xu Qing had spoken of these tragic battles, but his father had not said a single word to him.

"Wei Ying! "Take off your jacket."

The old general was stunned, but Xu Qingzhi continued to stare at him. In the end, out of trust for Chu Huainan, the old general took off his upper body.

"Wei Fu, go behind your father. Yun Chang, let's go. "

Xu Qingzhi pulled Mo Yunchang and Li Tongxuan over, and just like that, the group of people left.

At the same time, Wei Zhen fell to his knees with a thump.

In front of him, there were seventeen densely packed scars on Wei Ying's back!