Nangong Duhuo and Zhang Ziyan are both people with cultivation. They care about their son's safety and return quickly, but their speed exceeded Su Yun's expectations. Before Nangong's lover arrived, the couple arrived.

Faced with Zhang Ziyan's doubts, Su Yun obviously could not explain it.

"Why are you wearing my son's clothes? Where is my son? Where is my son? What's wrong with my son?" Zhang Ziyan questioned her voice, and her heart became colder. She seemed to be thinking about something, her face suddenly turned pale, and she suddenly became crazy, and rushed over with red eyes.

She was fierce in her aura and judged her strength, and was afraid of having the first-class Ling Xuanzun. However, Su Yun was not afraid. He flashed and rushed outside the door, and Zhang Ziyan rushed into the air.

"Zi Yan, what happened?"

Nangong Duhuo rushed over and frowned when he saw Su Yun: "Who is this? Why are you wearing the clothes I gave to Qing'er?"

"I don't know, Duhuo, hurry up and catch him. Qing'er must have been hurt by him. Qing'er was hurt by him!" Zhang Ziyan shouted in a low voice, tears flowing out of her eyes.

"What?"

When Nangong Duhuo heard this, he was furious and accumulated energy with one hand and grabbed Su Yun.

He is different from Zhang Ziyan, and his cultivation is extremely strong, and Su Yun can't see his combat power and cultivation at all.

"Misunderstanding, Lord Nangong, Mrs. Zhang, this is a misunderstanding! Your son is not dead!" Su Yun said anxiously.

"My son is not surprised, why are you wearing his clothes and why are you here? Stop talking nonsense! Being hiding first!" Nangong Duhuo said annoyed.

It's really unreasonable.

Su Yun's heart was spitting darkly.

According to the legend of the Fengshen Sword Technique, he was completely different at this moment. Facing Nangong Duhuo's fierce attack and killing, Su Yun took five steps under his feet, and his body turned, and he was like lightning, and he instantly landed a hundred meters away.

So fast!

Nangong Duhuo was slightly shocked and felt a little weak. Su Yun had real wrist guards, and he couldn't see through this person's cultivation.

However, thinking that his son was very likely to be murdered by this person, Nangong Duhuo could not control himself. He roared, pulled out a wide sword, rushed forward step by step, and the sword was slashing at Su Yun with the momentum of breaking the sky and slashing the earth.

Seeing this, Su Yun was not polite and directly sacrificed his sword.

Crane.

The Shenxuan Red Blood Sword was sacrificed, and the sword edge turned sharply, and a thousand attacks were bombarded in one second. The sword was fierce and the sword was fierce.

When it hit two hundred swords, the power on the big sword had been cancelled. When it hit five hundred swords, the hardness of the big sword was blown away, and cracks appeared on the sword body. After the entire thousand swords were split, the big sword had a "clang" and turned into pieces

The gorgeous and brisk sword skills make people dazzled.

"Wind God Sword Technique!!"

Nangong Duhuo was shocked and stared at Su Yun and yelled: "How come you have the lost sword technique from my ancestor Nangong??"

Su Yun didn't say anything. At this moment, he just wanted to escape unstoppably.

Whoosh swosh swosh swosh

At this time, a large number of masters rushed out of the courtyard, surrounding Su Yun with a siege.

"Catch this person, I will torture him seriously!" Nangong Duhuo shouted.

"Yes, the head of the family!" The masters of the Nangong family shouted together and rushed towards Su Yun.

The situation seems to be a crisis, but Su Yun is not panicked. Although these people are far stronger than him, they are known to Fengshen Sword Technique. Su Yun has an absolute advantage in speed, so it is very easy to go.

"stop!!"

Just then, a cry sounded from outside the courtyard.

"This is Qing'er's voice!"

Zhang Ziyan was happy and quickly looked away.

Nangong Qing and a woman wearing green clothes ran quickly towards here. Nangong Qing was wearing a yellow gown and her long face was full of urgency. He ran over while shouting, urging his mysterious energy and his speed was very fast.

"Stop!"

Nangong Duhuo shouted immediately, and a deep doubt flashed into his eyes and his eyes were fixed on his son.

Nangong Duhuo spoke, and the masters of the Nangong family around him immediately stopped moving. However, many masters still surrounded Su Yun to prevent him from escaping.

"Qing'er! What's going on? Who is this person? Why is he in your room? Why is he wearing your clothes? Give me honest explanation!"

Nangong Duhuo shouted coldly with a cold face.

"He is the one he is the one I invited, and his name is Su Yun."

Nangong Qing ran over and heard his father's questioning, hesitated for a moment, and whispered.

"Su Yun?"

Nangong Duhuo locked his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the man.

"What did you ask him to do?" Nangong Duhuo continued to question.

"That one"

Nangong Qing hesitated.

"Hurry and honestly explain it!!" Nangong Duhuo felt that this must be the cause of his son, so he was furious and his voice increased by octave.

Seeing that his father was stern and angry, Nangong Qing knew that it would be useless to continue hiding it, so she had to whisper: "Is it for him to pretend to be a child?"

"Pretended to be you?"

"Qing'er, why do you ask me to pretend to be?" Zhang Ziyan walked over and asked in confusion.

"That me, I want to find someone with a low level of cultivation to pretend to me, so that Miss Huairou will become disgusted with me, and thus let her take the initiative to terminate my engagement with her." Nangong Qing whispered.

"What?"

Nangong Duhuo almost roared. He glared at Nangong Qing with his fire-breathing eyes, stomped his feet, and shouted: "You unfilial son, you have done such a thing! Kneel down quickly! Kneel down!"

Nangong Qing knelt on the ground with her knees, gritting her teeth, and her expression was gloomy.

"Qing'er, why do you do this?" Zhang Ziyan's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked heartbroken: "Do you know how important this marriage is to the Nangong family? What's wrong with Huairou Muyu? You actually want to do such a thing? If the people of the Huairou family know about this, our Nangong family might have an unprecedented disaster!! Are you going to harm the entire Nangong family? My child!!"

"This matter will not be known to the people of Huairou family, let alone Su Yun has succeeded. Huairou Mu Yu has decided to return to Huairou family and terminate the marriage!"

Nangong Qingdao.

"No!! I don't allow the marriage to be terminated like this!! I will never agree!" Nangong Duhuo roared.

He walked over a few steps and kicked Nangong Qing on the body. Nangong Qing did not dare to use his mysterious energy to resist it. He was kicked to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.

"Love Master!"

"Love!"

Zhang Ziyan and the woman who came with Nangong Qing hurried over and helped him up anxiously.

"Duhuo, what are you doing? Are you going to kill your son??" Zhang Ziyan cried at Nangong Duhuo.

"This bastard! He is so willful, he actually did such a thing! If I don't teach him a lesson today, will it be better in the future?"

Nangong Duhuo said angrily, he had to take action.

Seeing this, Zhang Ziyan hurriedly hugged Nangong Qing and cried, "You dare to touch my son, I will fight you to the death!"

"Get out of here!"

"Don't let it go!"

"you"

Nangong Du was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

"Master, the mistake has been made and cannot be saved. What we should do now is not to punish the young master, but to make up for it. The marriage between Nangong and Huairou is related to the future development and future of the Nangong family. We cannot give up. Now Miss Huairou is still in the mansion, and we still have a chance." At this moment, an old man walked up and whispered, saying, "This is the manager of the Nangong family.

When Nangong Duhuo heard this, he took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly.

"You're right. I almost got fucked by this bastard. Now is not the time to get angry."

He glanced around and shouted: "Are you sure that nothing you saw and heard just now?

"Yes, lord!" The masters from the Nangong family around shouted.

"This beast, I'll settle the score with you later!"

Nangong Duhuo snorted coldly, then turned around and walked towards Su Yun.

Su Yun looked at Nangong Duhuo who was walking over and frowned slightly.

"Your name is Su Yun?" Nangong Duhuo asked with a serious face.

"Yes."

"Let me ask you, why did you get the "Wind God Sword Technique" lost by my Nangong family?" Nangong Duhuo's voice was a hint of unprecedented solemnity.

"How do you recognize that it is "Wind God Sword Technique"?"

"Quick as the wind of the gods, as fast as lightning. Although I don't know "Wind God Sword Technique", there was a rough record of the secret script of Nangong's ancestors. Your move just now is exactly the same as the first move of the Wind God Sword Technique. How can I not recognize it? Su Yun, who are you?" Nangong Duhuo said with a frown.

Su Yun hugged his fists and said calmly: "I am just an ordinary spiritual practitioner invited by Master Qing. As for the "Wind God Sword Technique" was taught to me by a man named Nangong Wentian."

"Nangong Wentian?"

"Isn't that the ancestor?"
To be continued...