Since Murong Xiu has agreed to be his bodyguard, how can Hai Dafu say that he is also his nominal master, others ask their bodyguards, and the master comes forward to make an introduction, which is understandable.

"Master Haizhuang, did I ask you? I didn't ask you, so you'd better stand aside obediently and don't speak, okay? Do you know that the most annoying thing about me is that someone has a lot of tongues next to me," Sun Ce said in a weird manner, his fierce and cruel gaze glanced at Hai Dafu, and Hai Dafu immediately felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice hole.

However, he suddenly felt a warmth all over his body, just like the three spring suns melting the snow-capped mountains frozen for thousands of years, and the fierce murderous aura disappeared suddenly, and the world suddenly became warm and peaceful. Murong Xiu was already standing sideways between the two, like an impassable Great Wall of steel, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"Boss Haida is indeed my master, you are so disrespectful to my master, how can you put my little woodcutter in your eyes? Isn't there any rule in the Burning Heaven Sect, and the Xuanyuan Sect Master hasn't taught you how to treat guests?" Murong Xiu's gaze became even colder, like two ice blades piercing into Sun Ce's heart.

"You...... You...... Sun Ce wanted to stand up several times to teach this little woodcutter who didn't know the height of the sky, but he found that his courage quickly melted under the majestic gaze of the little woodcutter, which made his heart can't help but pass a shadow of fear.

"Are you ............? How is this possible?" Sun Ce suddenly remembered Murong Xiu, only Murong Xiu was his nemesis among the top masters of the young generation, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't surpass him, Murong Xiu was his eternal heart disease.

But the little woodcutter in front of him, whether in appearance or voice, was a completely different person, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

Gu Ju looked gloating, Sun Ce, this kid is now riding on his head as a prestige, which makes him feel very unhappy, today someone came to teach his son Sun Ce a lesson, and he also got a little comfort in his heart.

"Do you want to know my name, let me tell you that my surname is Ye, a one-word name," Murong Xiu said.

"Oh, you're Ye Ye (grandfather), phew, you dare to be presumptuous here, do you want to die?" Sun Ce finally burst into anger, after all, there were still Gu Ju and more than a dozen disciples of the Burning Heaven Sect in the hall, which made his face too dull!

As he spoke, the monstrous spiritual power on his body surged out, like a violent hurricane rushing towards Murong Xiu.

Murong Xiu didn't dodge or retreat, dodging Hai Dafu and the others behind him would definitely suffer, and if he retreated, he would be forced out of the gate by the surging spiritual power wave, he was not a person who liked to retreat by nature, I saw him firmly on the ground with both feet, and he actually faced Sun Ce's fierce spiritual power, and walked towards Sun Ce step by step.

His steps seemed brisk, without any pressure, but with each step he took forward, the hard stone ground beneath his feet would crack like a spider's web, and the cracks would continue to stretch in all directions, as if there was no end in sight.

On the other hand, Sun Ce was not easy at all, when Sun Ce was less than two feet away from him, Sun Ce's big beads of sweat on his forehead had already fallen, the green tendons on his face burst out, his eyes were angry, his expression was extremely hideous, his face turned blue and purple, obviously he even used the strength to eat, but he still couldn't resist the earth-shattering pressure that Murong Xiu exerted on him, and he was almost about to burst his whole body.

Moreover, Sun Ce has been shrouded in that god-like spiritual power, and he can't even dodge and dodge, he wants to condense the Great Demon Sword to make the final struggle, but he is still hesitating, is it when the Great Demon Sword is unsheathed, is it when his soul is scattered?

It seems that Sun Ce has to die, but Gu Ju is indifferent when he stands aside, it doesn't matter who dies in the world, the important thing is that as long as he is alive.

At this moment, a more powerful spiritual power suddenly came from behind Sun Ce, but this spiritual power was extremely mysterious, not only easily dissolving the pressure exerted by Murong Xiu on Sun Ce, but also leaving Sun Ce unharmed.

When Murong Xiu felt that spiritual power coming, the person had already been knocked out, and it hit the stone wall with a "bang", but the stone wall was not damaged in any way.

"Haha! Who should I be, it turned out that an old friend came to help me, it really made me shine on the wall of the Burning Heaven Sect!" With a hearty laugh, Xuanyuan reappeared in front of everyone.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Uncle Shi"

"Sect Master Xuanyuan!"

......

Everyone is gossiping, there are all kinds of names, Sun Ce originally followed Elder Yun Yao with Nie Xiaoqiao to learn art, and Yun Yao is a disciple of Xuanyuan Chong, so Sun Ce is naturally Xuanyuan's disciple, but his current status in the Burning Heaven Sect is obviously more than that of Elder Yun Yao, because his cultivation is already above Yun Yao, whoever has strong ability will naturally have a higher status, which has nothing to do with seniority.

Murong Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up and stood aside to look at Xuanyuan again, but when he saw Xuanyuan Chong's face full of spring breeze, as if nothing had happened just now, he happily greeted Hai Dafu.

"Old friend, I knew you would come, many old acquaintances in the past were frightened by those little thieves in the Southern Regions, or old friends, you are righteous, they all say that rich people are greedy for life and afraid of death, but Brother Hai is not afraid of swords and swords, he is really a model among rich people!" Xuanyuan reappeared and patted Hai Dafu's shoulder and appreciated.

Lao Tzu just doesn't worry about his son, whoever is righteous is his grandson! Hai Dafu scolded secretly.

"Only in the midst of adversity can we see the truth! Brother Xuanyuan takes good care of the dog on weekdays, and I have nothing to repay Hai Dafu, how can I see Brother Xuanyuan in trouble in this eventful autumn, and sit still?" Hai Dafu's mouth was of course very polite.

"I wonder how the dog has been doing lately, has his kung fu improved?" asked Hai Dafu.

"Xiao Meng, go to Elder Ding and invite Xiao Hai to come, just say that his father has come to visit him," Xuanyuan said to a clever Burning Heaven Sect disciple at the door.

"Yes! Master!" Xiao Meng's name is Meng Changlin, he can be an errand in the living room, he is naturally very well-informed, he and Hai Lang, the son of Hai Dafu, studied art with Ding Elder Ding Henian, so they are also familiar with each other, and they can get close to the son of a tycoon, so naturally they will not suffer any loss.

When Hai Dafu's son appeared in front of Murong Xiu, Murong Xiu was very surprised, because the waves didn't look like Hai Dafu at all.