Lu Songliang's strong prestige and popularity in the Yanxia Martial Arts world, even He Chen, was astounded by it.

Facing everyone's begging, Lu Hua stood with his hands behind his back, full of vigor.

The pride and boldness above the corner of the mouth is as high as the sky!

Lu Songliang at this time has undoubtedly reached the peak of his life.

The ancient emperors ascended the throne, and it was nothing more than that.

Lu Hua in the audience, watching these scenes, was also heartbroken, and his eyes were full of yearning and burning.

"One day, I, Lu Hua, will be like my grandfather, standing at the pinnacle of power and bathing in supreme glory!"

With firm brows and eyes, Lu Hua growled secretly in his heart.

"Being Yanxia Zhu Kingdom?"

"The Lu family's old dog, he is also worthy?!"

However, just when this title feast reached its climax.

Suddenly, a powerful and cold voice exploded quietly at the end of the sky.

No one knows what kind of sternness and chill is contained in this shout.

Once it sounds, it will sweep the world here.

The grass and trees no longer sway, and the breeze stagnates.

It is the water of the West Lake, which is almost frozen under this chill.

"Um?"

"who?"

"What courage!"

"How dare you speak disrespectfully to Mr. Lu?"

"Can't you find death?"

These sudden words undoubtedly made everyone tremble.

For a moment, everyone turned around, full of sullenness, and looked at the source of the sound.

Lu Hua also raised his head and looked up, his palms clenched under his sleeves, with murderous intent raging in his heart.

Someone even dared to disturb his grandfather's title feast.

Lu Hua has already decided that no matter who the other party is, he will let the other party's corpse be laid here in a short while, as a warning to everyone else!

Just like that, when everyone was angry, a blurry figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

Because they were too far away, everyone couldn't see his face clearly.

It can only be seen that the man is dressed in black and black trousers, with a thin figure, walking slowly.

The breeze blew the hair on his forehead, and his feet stepped on the calm water, but it was like walking on the ground. JrNovels.com