Wu Ling still shook his head with a serious expression: "Thank you for the second pavilion's love so much. The younger generation is really grateful, but there is no grain of sand in my eyes. I don't want to be forced because of Song Yujia. Become a disciple of the senior. The junior asked himself that there was nothing wrong with killing Song Yujia."
The expressions of Hanshuangying, Wu Xieyang, and Yang Tian all changed.
Yang Tian looked gloomy and took the lead in attacking: "What a guy who doesn't know what's good or bad! How could the death of Junior Sister Yujia make you so cheap?" He said, he had to do it.
Wu Ling was also serious about it. He did it right away. He didn't care about it and was not afraid.
Wu Xieyang knew that Wu Ling was not yet Yang Tian's opponent. He hurriedly leaned towards Yang Tian and did not give Yang Tian a chance to do something.
"Fine, nothing." A sense of frustration was like a wave of waves rolling in, Han Shuangying shook his head helplessly, he had never failed like he did today.
Under such rich conditions, Wu Ling can still maintain his original mind. It seems that this son's perseverance is really firm enough. He knew that no matter how hard this matter was, he would surely die without a problem. It seemed that his Frost Shadow was destined to have no relationship with Wu Ling as a master or apprentice in this life.
"Well, that's fine, it's a pity that you can't be your master, but I still want to give you some motivation. Young people have some ideas that are naturally good, but they can't become a wild horse." Hanshuangying secretly thought in her heart. So, he was just a pity for Wu Ling's persistence. He didn't feel a bit of anger, but instead thought about Wu Ling's future.
Suddenly, Frost Shadow's eyeballs turned, and his heart came to mind.
"Huh." Hanshuangying's face was cold, and a sound like Huang Zhongda Lu, shocked people's hearts, and attracted the eyes of several people.
"Since you don't know how to promote, then I don't have to protect you. We still have to say something about Yujia." Han Shuangying became serious again.
"Second brother." Wu Xieyang hurried forward. He knew the temper of the second brother, once he made up his mind, no eight horses would come.
Han Shuangying waved her hand: "The third child, you don't have to intercede, you have seen it, I didn't give him a chance. I always do things, and this time it’s Song Yujia who made the mistake first, but she is me after all. The core disciple of Huaxianshan. Brother, I have spent a lot of thought to train her. The core disciple can't die in vain, otherwise, let others see us in Huaxianshan, how do you think about you, brother, and me?"
At the end of the day, Hanshuangying was already violent, as if he had a bloody and deep enmity with Wu Ling.
But Wu Ling was not afraid, and stood upright: "Second Pavilion Master, I respect you as my senior. Just now, the juniors rejected your kindness and there is no trace of disrespect. As for Song Yujia's matter, seniors can handle whatever you want. I will continue to kill or hit me."
The two people who were still cherishing each other just now suddenly pinched their needles to the Maimang.
Yang Tianle was happy, and he looked refreshed. This is the result he wants to see: "I want to fight, come, I fight you!"
Wu Xianyang was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He had clearly seen that things had turned for the better, but he didn't expect Wu Ling to make such a choice. If it were him, he would definitely respond to Frost Shadow. Bar!
Besides, it is not a shame to be a disciple of Hanshuangying. But Wu Ling happened to be such a stubborn temper that couldn't be pulled by eight horses, a tendon, which really made Wu Xianyang love and hate.
Seeing the conflict at this moment, he knew that Wu Ling would not be able to get any benefits here, so he quickly said: "Brother, you know the identity of this son, you have to think twice."
Hanshuangying was taken aback for a moment: "What's his identity? Isn't he a heavenly king?"
"I'm not the king of heaven, he is the child of Junior Sister Qian Jingxue." Wu Xieyang said angrily.
Han Shuangying almost fell off his chair with excitement. Even Yang Tian, who had been gloating, looked at Wu Ling, and there were some elusive expressions in his eyes, including respect, inferiority, disbelief, and mixed flavors. Chen, don't do it all one by one.
Wu Ling saw all this in his eyes, he did not expect that his mother's name would cause such a big wave in the hearts of the two pavilion masters.
Wu Xianyang is also relieved, "Shallow Jingxue" is a golden sign in Huayu Pavilion. Qian Jingxue's son, it seems that Hanshuangying is not too embarrassed. It is very likely that Hanshuangying had let Wu Ling on the face of Qian Jingxue, and would not blame Song Yujia for his past.
Just when Wu Xianyang thought that this matter would come to an end by this time, Hanshuangying woke up from shock. He immediately regained his stern character: "Sister Qian Jingxue, I am indeed respected by Frost Shadow, but this cannot be a weight to redeem this kid. Qian Jingxue is Qian Jingxue, and Wu Ling is Wu Ling. Ling. However, I still want to give you the face of Junior Sister Qian Jingxue and the third child. I will give him five years. After five years, if he can beat Yang Tian, Song Yujia will not be held accountable anymore. If not, then I have the final say."
Wu Xieyang sighed, knowing that Hanshuangying had already made a big concession. The core disciple, in the eyes of every pavilion master, it is sweet and delicious. Han Shuangying made such a final decision, it can be said that he has given him a lot of face.
"Five years, isn't it a little too short? Yang Tian is in the realm of qi, he is only the first level of Yi Marrow. Besides, is it unfair to compare him with Yang Tian, Yang Tian is nearly sixty years old, He is only nineteen years old, and five years later, he will only be twenty-four years old. I think it’s better to let your disciples of the same age compete with him, how about?” Wu Xieyang is still fighting for Wu Ling .
Han Frost Ying looked so annoying about you, almost smiling and cursing and said: "The third child, you are really a good calculation. The nineteen-year-old Yi Sui first floor, I don't have such an outstanding seedling. This matter, just It's so set, and nothing will change if you say anything."
At this moment, a firm voice came over, and the voice was full of unwavering color: "It doesn't take five years, it only takes three, three years, I can defeat him!" Wu Ling stared at Yang Tian , Murderous.
Strong as Yang Tian, was also taken a step back by this terrifying look. This step was a shame for his life.
"So domineering, so kid, so ignorant! Even if you give you ten or twenty years, you won't be able to keep up with me." Yang Tian said fiercely, and barely found some places.
Seeing Wu Ling and Yang Tian's momentum towards Maimang, the old guy Hanshuangying gave a weird smile, gratified that his treacherous trick succeeded. Looking at Wu Xingyang with a gloomy face next to him, Han Shuangying's sense of accomplishment has become more and more inflated: "Three years will be three years. After three years, I will personally host the test of the two of you."