Nangong Wuliang is the leader of the Wuhun Army. Except for Lei Jiuming, who has been promoted, no one here can beat him.
Nowadays, most people are unhappy when they see him attacking Song Yan, but they do not attack due to his status.
Song Yan, on the other hand, didn't pay attention to Nangong Wuliang's provocation at all, and just picked up a glass of wine and started drinking.
Seeing that Song Yan remained silent, Nangong Wuliang shouted harder and asked: "You coward, don't you dare to accept my challenge?"
"Nangong Wuliang, don't go too far! This is not a place for you to act drunk."
Jue Wuxue slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Nangong Wuliang and cursing.
Facing Jue Wuxue, Nangong Wuliang looked at her with a sneer "hehe", with a look of resentment flashing in his eyes: "Bitch, why do you scold me? I am your fiancé, but you are doing it in front of me I’m such a shameless bitch for kissing another man!”
"What did you say? If you have the guts, just say it again!" Hearing this, Jue Wuxue's face suddenly became as cold as frost, and the look he looked at Nangong Wuliang was filled with deep disgust.
Seeing Jue Wuxue's angry look, Nangong Wuliang couldn't help but take pleasure in it. He pursed his lips and said, "Tsk, tsk, you are allowed to do it but I am not allowed to say anything, you shameless bitch!"
Seeing Nangong Wuliang being so rude, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads secretly.
Jue Wuxue, on the other hand, stepped forward with an even colder expression, and shouted softly: "Nangong Wuliang, listen carefully, I am not the one who agrees to propose marriage. You can go to whoever agrees to propose marriage to you. Also, You must apologize for what you just said, otherwise, don’t blame me for drawing a sword against you!”
With a groan, a long sword exuding an icy aura came out, slanting towards Nagong Wuliang's chest.
Stimulated by the cold breath, Nangong Wuliang's mind seemed to be clearer. Thinking of the words he just said, he felt a little regretful, but when he saw that Jue Wuxue had drawn a sword towards him, that regret disappeared instantly. , the true energy surged in the body, and a strong aroma of wine spread out.
After forcing out 80% of the alcohol in his body, Nangong Wuliang became more and more sober. A mocking smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Jue Wuxue and said slowly: "Jue Wuxue, listen carefully, you, this young master is determined to marry you." , when you enter the gate of my Nangong house, I will train you well and let you know what it means to be a woman!"
"you wanna die!"
Jue Wuxue's eyes were filled with coldness. With a flick of her wrist, the long sword in her hand was about to stab Nangong Wuliang. At this moment, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Huang Liang, don't stop me, I'm going to kill this bastard!" Jue Wuxue said firmly.
"Sister Xue, please be patient, he's just a mad dog, why bother with him!" Song Yan said slowly.
Hearing this, Nangong Wuliang's eyes surged with murderous intent, and he stared at Song Yan: "Huang Liang, if you have the ability, stop talking nonsense and come and have a real fight with me!"
"Huang Liang, you have seen it. This person is completely unreasonable. Let me go quickly. I will teach him a lesson so that he will know what respect is!" Jue Wuxue said in a hateful voice.
Song Yan shook his head: "The men here don't have the Four Skills yet, so there's no need for you to take action, Sister Xue. It's just a mad dog. If Sister Xue doesn't like it, I'll just get rid of it for you!"
Hearing these words, Jue Wuxue couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and the people around her also secretly cheered for these words.
As for Nangong Wuliang, he almost went crazy when he heard Huang Liang calling himself a mad dog again and again: "Huang Liang, do you dare to fight me?"
"Don't be impulsive." Jue Wuxue quickly reminded her in a low voice for fear that Song Yan would agree.
Seeing this scene, Nangong Wuliang was angry and jealous at the same time, and said in a vicious tone: "Why, do you only hide behind women? You coward!"
Song Yan glanced at him indifferently and said, "Okay, since you are so anxious to send him to your door for abuse, it doesn't matter if I agree to it!"
"Huang Liang, don't be impulsive!" Lei Jiuming suddenly advised him, and then said to Nangong Wuliang: "Master Nangong, it's time for you to sober up!"
In response to Lei Jiuming's reminder, Nangong Wuliang gritted his teeth and said: "Commander Lei, don't worry about this matter. This is a personal enmity between him and me, the hatred of taking away my wife. If I, Nangong Wuliang, can endure it, how will the world think of me in the future? !”
"Nangong Wuliang hopes you can keep your moral integrity. I, Jue Wuxue, am not your wife!" Jue Wuxue reminded her coldly.
"Sister Xue, don't listen to his barking. It's not worth getting so angry." Song Yan followed up and said.
"snort!"
Nangong Wuliang couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
Soon, everyone moved to a small school grounds in the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion.
Everyone who came to the banquet stood around the school grounds and talked a lot.
"Who can win this fight?"
"Although I hope Young Master Huang will win, Nangong Wuliang is a late-stage grandmaster, and Young Master Huang is only a late-stage grandmaster. There is almost no chance of winning!"
"Don't forget, Mr. Huang still has formations!"
"It takes time to set up the formation, so Nangong Wuliang wouldn't be stupid enough to give Mr. Huang a chance to set up the formation!"
"Yes, Mr. Huang is in danger now!"
Many people showed worried looks.
On the other side, Li Feng, Meng Li, Song Jiuhe, and Han Gu stood in a group.
"Old Song, do you think our commander can win?" Li Feng asked worriedly.
"That Nangong boy is nothing. If he wants to win the position of commander, he should go back and practice for another few decades!" Song Jiuhe said disdainfully.
"Not necessarily!" Han Gu shook her head: "The commander is indeed powerful, but Nangong Wuliang is not bad either. He has fused a king-level martial spirit, and his combat power is very close to that of a martial saint. It will be easy for the commander to defeat him!"
"But I am still optimistic about the commander!" Song Jiuhe insisted. Although he had not been in contact with Song Yan for much, Song Jiuhe always felt that this young man with a master level was full of mystery.
"Madam, who do you like?"
On the other side, Lei Jiuming asked Mrs. Lei that he originally wanted to stop the fight, but Nangong Wuliang refused to give him face due to his deep background, and Song Yan himself did not refuse, so he could only let the two of them fight. .
Mrs. Lei glanced at Jue Wuxue, who was beside her with a worried face, and shook her head: "It's hard to say, but you'll know after you read on!"
In the center of the school grounds, Song Yan and Nangong Wuliang stood ten meters apart from each other.
"Huang Liang, without the formation, you are nothing. If you slap yourself ten times now, and then kneel down and kowtow to me ten times, how about I spare you?" Nangong Wuliang said proudly.
Song Yan shook his head calmly: "Even without using formations, it's very easy to deal with a character like you!"
Nangong Wuliang's eyes turned cold, and he sneered again and again: "It doesn't matter if you are still stubborn now, I will let you know what the gap is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Wuliang took a step forward.
It seemed like a simple step, but in an instant, he stepped one meter away from Song Yan, then waved his fist and hit him with a fierce wind.
Author's digression: First update
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