Chapter 130

Su Ying looks at his father and nods. He knows that once his identity is revealed, he will inevitably be scolded and punished.

This punishment has nothing to do with ranking, because this is his father's way of life.

His father was su zihuai, the "son mouse" of the twelve offerings. He was as cunning as a mouse and as cunning as a ghost. His small eyes were always shining, and he looked at him as if he had seen through his mind in an instant.

He is also the brain in the twelve offerings, and is notorious with the ugly Niu Yinhu, who is called power.

"I really don't know how my clever brain gave birth to such a fool as you!"

Su Ying looks at her angry father. She doesn't want to quarrel with him at all. Instead, she goes in one ear and out the other. If she hadn't had this habit for so many years, she would have been said dead.

"You are as like as two peas, your mother is stupid, and you are not known to be used until you die!" Su zihuai stamped his feet.

At this time, Su Ying suddenly stopped this sentence, and he stood up angrily, "you're talking about my mother's trial once. I can see everything clearly in those years. You personally sent my mother to die. If she didn't let me treat you well, do you think you would have my son?"

Su zihuai was so angry that his face turned red. He looked at Su Ying and spit a lot, "you know what a fart!"

He walked around Su Ying for several times, stomping without taking a step. At last, he took a look at Su Ying and pushed the door directly. Soon he turned back, "you go to the small dark room and stay honest until I'm satisfied!"

Su zihuai went back to his room. He didn't want to say that he didn't need to sleep for the golden elixir, but the fear from the bottom of his heart still made him unable to close his eyes.

At the same time, the Yang family and Yang Yangyang are being accused by a middle-aged woman, who is her mother. She is very unhappy that she went to the contest without telling her.

"Mother, my feet hurt. They will have a martial arts contest tomorrow. Will you let me get up?" Yang Yang's big eyes are twinkling.

"Fortunately, it's su Ying you're up to. If you're up to someone else, do you know what the consequences are?" The woman wanted to continue her education, but an old woman came over clutching a stick. "Well, Yang Sisi, if you kneel down and damage my baby granddaughter, I'll be with you forever."

The old woman lifted Yang Yang up and sat in the first place.

Yang Sisi looked at the woman with a helpless face. "Niang, you can't get used to her. She doesn't care about her wildness now. What will she do in the future?"

"Good granddaughter, tell me if I've been hurt." The old woman said with concern.

"How can I get hurt, grandma? Who can hurt me? You don't have to look at your granddaughter. Who will I be afraid of? If anyone dares to provoke me, I'll take his family..." Yang Yang Yang suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.

The old woman flicked her forehead, eyes full of doting.

......

Early in the morning, the Shura arena was already full of people, but none of them were civilians.

On the stage, there was a man, dressed plainly, with a sword on his cross knee. His eyes were closed. He was waiting for another man to come. It was Yang Fan.

At the moment, in the upper lounge, the soldiers had come three times, but Yang Fan still didn't arrive.

"He didn't run away, did he?"

"Very likely, ha ha ha!" Some people are laughing.

"Yes, very likely."

At this time, there was a sudden quarrel outside. They had a corridor with the competition platform, so they could only vaguely hear someone being chased and scolded.

On the martial arts stage, Yang Fan is being chased by his "palace woman" Yu Yan. Yu Yan is still wearing a suit full of petals. Her abuse of pointing at Yang Fan is extremely elegant.

"Yang Fan, did you say you went to drink flower wine when you came back so late last night? Say it quickly!"

Yang Fan hid behind Jianyou and said, "I didn't. didn't I tell you last night? I went to talk about something important."

"I believe you, you are full of wine and fragrance. I washed all your clothes. I don't know?" Yuyan is so beautiful. Her actions have already made everyone marvel at her. The people in the competition arena are all people who have seen the world.

Some people immediately move a crooked mind, they want to kill Yang Fan will Yuyan to take.

There are too many people who think this way. There are all kinds of masters and dignitaries.

When they saw that the referee was going to play, they immediately ordered their subordinates to intercept. It's not good that these beauties were taken first.

Just suddenly on the west stand, Gongyu stood by the stand and yelled, "he was really talking to me last night. Don't press me. The contest has already started. Go down quickly, so as not to hurt the innocent."

Yuyan knew it was the new emperor, but she pretended not to know, "who do you dare to ask my husband to drink so much wine? Do you know how harmful it is to drink?"

Gongyu was not happy. He pointed at her and said, "lift her down!"

Soon more than a dozen soldiers came to carry Yuyan down. At this time, Yuyan lost his elegant posture and fought hard. But the soldiers and their loyalty, how could they let go.

Yuyan was carried out, this carried away all people's crooked mind.

"Is that all right?" Jianyou asked.

Yang Fan looked at the sword that the head didn't turn, you said with a smile, "yes."

After stroking his disordered clothes, Jian you said coldly, "you surrender. I don't want a sword. Once you get out of the sword, you need blood."

Jianyou holds the sword in his arms and stands up. He lowers his head and opens his eyes without looking.

"Oh, I mean it."

"Then you should surrender quickly to save my time."

Yang Fan waved his hand, "you seem to be wrong. I'm asking you to surrender, not that I want to surrender."

Jian you suddenly raised his head, but he just gave Yang Fan a light look, and his face and feet showed disdain, "then I drew my sword!"

With a sound of miso, Jianyou separated the sword from the scabbard. The scabbard was so simple that it seemed to be made of wood. It was only covered with a layer of grey cloth.

Don't put the scabbard behind you and hold the sword in both hands. This is his respect for the sword and his kendo.

Just a wave, the sword pointed at Yang Fan, it made a clear sound.

"It's no use surrendering now." Jian you stabs with his sword and is silent. Yang Fan gives a thumbs up for this ordinary sword, because it makes his whole body feel the crisis. It seems that no matter which side he goes, it's useless. Since he can't go, he's going forward. His left hand is bowing and lightning is in his hand.

In the East stand, a middle-aged man is explaining to everyone that he is the master of Jianya, Jianyou's master, Jiannan palace.