Chapter 1167 This door is not strong at all
Bingwei and Bingwu saw that Xue Shilou's legs were trembling and they felt like crying.
Although they and Xue Shilou are both in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm, they can walk sideways under the Fusion Realm together, but Xue Shilou is a sword cultivator who can rival the Fusion Realm! It is said that he has never lost to the cultivators in the early stage of the Fusion Realm. There are also rumors that he fought with the demon king and did not win but was not injured! If Xue Shilou strikes them with a sword, they will be seriously injured if not killed!
Why was Xue Shilou here, and why was he holding a nail rake? Bing Wei and Bing Wu took out nails and hammers from their storage rings and started repairing the door.
As close confidants of the Ice Dragon Clan leader, the two men were proficient in everything from killing and arson to repairing doors and mending shoes.
Xue Shilou supervised their work. They did not dare to use ordinary wood, and heartbrokenly took out the trunks of dragon blood wood, cut them into wooden doors and installed them.
This is dragon blood wood, which is the best material for refining magical weapons of the god-transforming level.
"Teacher Xue, please continue teaching. We won't disturb you anymore."
Bing Wei and Bing Wu bent their necks and waists and humbly left the martial arts hall.
The two left the martial arts hall and Muxue City. Ignoring the surprised looks of passers-by, they turned into dragons and flew away.
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The Ice Dragon Clan leader coiled on the ice pillar, intimidating without even getting angry. In the Ice Dragon Clan, he was the king.
Hearing the reports from these two useless subordinates, he looked unhappy: "You mean, Xue Shilou was teaching that bastard how to use a rake in the martial arts hall?"
"It's true, sir!"
Bing Wei and Bing Wu cried and kowtowed as they recounted the horrific scene at that time: "We had a feeling that if we were a step slower, we would be chopped into pieces by that killer's sword!"
The clan leader snorted coldly, "Two frightened losers who can't even tell right from wrong. They must have gone to Muxue City to observe the sword energy left by the peerless swordsman, and used the martial arts hall as a place to stay. They just taught the kids a few moves in their spare time."
"Do you really think that bastard is a disciple of the 10th Snow Floor?"
Shi Yi is considered half a member of the Ice Dragon Clan. It would not be a good idea to let someone other than a close confidant take action to kill Shi Yi.
"I still have to do it myself."
The clan leader was not a man who would procrastinate, so he immediately set off for Muxue City.
As a cultivator in the late stage of fusion, he is not afraid of the Killing Star Snow Tenth Floor.
The clan leader landed on the ground and turned into a human form, not even trying to hide his murderous intent, passers-by could feel his aura and avoided him.
He went straight to the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School in Muxue City and kicked the door of the school to pieces.
"Mr. Xue, don't think that my two subordinates..."
"Xiao Shi, punch according to your feeling and don't be stiff." Teacher Lu pointed out the shortcomings of Shi Yi's movements.
Shi Yi studied very hard, and he did whatever Teacher Lu told him to do. He felt that learning the Tiger Roar Fist would be beneficial in helping him awaken his bloodline.
The students all turned their heads to look at the Ice Dragon Clan leader.
Lu Yang also looked over.
The moment he saw Lu Yang's appearance clearly, the clan leader felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body stiff as a puppet.
The Ice Dragon Clan is a branch of the Dragon Clan. He had the honor of attending the birthday celebration of the old Dragon King of the East China Sea. At the birthday banquet, he saw with his own eyes Lu Yang and the ancient ancestor of the Dragon Clan walking out of the dragon ball. The ancient ancestor of the Dragon Clan also thanked Lu Yang for awakening her.
He also heard that Lu Yang was the next leader of the Wendao Sect and was highly regarded by Guiyuan Tianzun and Hanhai Daojun, who was also a Taoist couple with Ao Ya, the ancestor of the dragon clan.
Not to mention that Lu Yang is the world's number one genius and has a strong background.
None of them are something I can afford to offend.
"What are you going to do?" Lu Yang asked with a frown. He was interrupted in the middle of the class.
The clan leader angrily said, "Don't think that my two men are reliable. Look at this broken door they built. It's not strong at all and can be broken with one kick. It's really embarrassing. Fortunately, I came to check it out!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely make this door solid!"
As the Ice Dragon Clan leader spoke, he took out a hammer, nails, and the trunk of a thousand-year-old Panlong wood from his storage ring.
The ten thousand year old Panlong wood is one of the foundation stones of the Ice Dragon Clan. Anyone in the fusion stage would covet it, and the clan leader would feel pain when taking it out.
Soon a new wooden door was installed in the martial arts hall, and the Ice Dragon Clan leader smiled apologetically and walked away.
"I won't disturb you in class. Please continue."
As soon as he left the martial arts hall, he transformed into a dragon and flew back to the Ice Dragon Clan with lingering fears.
"Father, did you kill that bastard?" The son of the Ice Dragon Clan's chief was a pale young man with unsteady steps and a creepy smile.
He has always coveted Bingwu's beauty, but unfortunately Bingwu refused him. Even his father's personal lobbying was useless.
I guess he was always thinking about his son.
This time, the father killed her son and gave up the idea. Bingwu should submit to him.
Snap——
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
The clan leader slapped his son in the face and said, "What bastard? Watch your words. He is the Holy Son that my clan secretly cultivated!"
"Ah?" The son covered his face in shock.
The clan leader did not explain too much and hurried to the forbidden area to release Bingwu, hoping that Lu Yang would not bother with him.
The biggest dream of their Ice Dragon Clan is to produce a real dragon and join the Dragon Palace. If they really offend Lu Yang, just a single word from him can prevent them from joining the Dragon Palace forever.
"Bingwu, do you think we should bring your son and your husband here, or do you go back?"
Bingwu looked at the tribe leader suspiciously. What happened? The tribe leader's attitude towards her changed so much that she thought there was some conspiracy here.
"I'm going back."
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When Shi Yi returned home, he saw his father, who had quit drinking, lying on the table, drinking to drown his sorrows. He was already drunk and unconscious.
I had originally buried my wife's affairs deep in my heart, but when I told my son about the past, the memories came flooding back and I could only numb myself with alcohol.
Shi Yi sighed, and at the same time, endless fighting spirit rose in his heart.
So what if they are from the Ice Dragon Clan? He must rescue his mother even if it costs his life!
He felt that when he practiced the Tiger Roar Fist, it could promote the awakening of his blood. Although he didn't know the reason, it would definitely be an opportunity for him to rescue his mother! Suddenly, the door of the house opened, the north wind howled, the snow poured back, and the beautiful woman stood at the door, covering her tears with excitement.
Stone Hunter's eyes were blurred, as if he saw the beautiful figure he had not seen for fifteen years.
"Bing'er."
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Uncle Murong looked at the banner on the table and fell into deep thought. Several of his disciples said they knew nothing about it, so he called Teacher Lu and Teacher Xue.
He pointed at the banner and asked, "Shi Yi's family sent a banner to our martial arts school, thanking us for helping them reunite. Do you know why?"
The two teachers looked at Uncle Murong blankly and shook their heads.
"Then our martial arts hall has a very sturdy door. Did you ask someone to replace it?"
The two teachers still looked at Uncle Murong blankly and shook their heads.
“We didn’t call anyone.”
Uncle Murong hissed, are there so many kind-hearted people in this world?
(End of this chapter)