Domineering Son-In-Law

When Tian Yang heard that it was his favorite Fiery Flame Wine, his eyes lit up again. He reached out and pulled out the stopper, pouring the wine into his mouth. In an instant, he drank more than half of the wine in the wine bag. His entire body and face turned red.    

"Awesome!"    

He spat out a mouthful of the smell of alcohol.    

"To think that you still remember that my favorite is this Fiery Blaze Wine. It's all thanks to me taking care of you back then."    

"Drink less, drink less. With your physical condition, be careful to drink you to death."    

Lin Faang ridiculed, but he did not refute Tian Yang's words.    

Back in Wudang Mountain, anyone could tell that Tian Yang had taken care of him.    

Back then, he did not know how many people and people of the five big sects he offended, but they were all suppressed by Tian Yang.    

Although this old man had evil intentions and had taken a fancy to him, he had always wanted to take him in as his disciple. However, when Lin Faang agreed and he left Wu Dang, Tian Yang also hid in the forbidden area.    

Carrying Tian Yang on his back, Lin Faang's footsteps were neither fast nor slow. He steadily walked out of the back mountain and arrived at the far end of the Huawu competition arena. Carrying him on his back, he climbed onto a tree and stood on a thick branch, looking towards the arena.    

It wasn't just this tree. There were people on the other trees. There were more or less one or two people on the other trees. These people were all old men from big sects and families. Other than those who came to pick good seedlings, they came to see their old friends and gather together.    

The appearance of Lin Faang and Tian Yang instantly attracted everyone's attention.    

Each and every one of them looked at Lin Faang and Tian Yang with some hesitation.    

Due to Tian Yang's age and secluded cultivation, his facial features had undergone a huge change. It was impossible to recognize who he was.    

Lin Faang had been quiet for many years. Most people had selectively forgotten about him. In addition, his aura was restrained. He looked just like an ordinary martial artist. Therefore, they only felt that he looked a little familiar and did not recognize him.    

In the end, they thought that he might be someone's disciple or grandson. So he didn't pay much attention.    

And the competition had already been more than half carried out.    

The last five were already out, and the top five were in the middle of the competition.    

In order to save time, the five people's free-for-all battle determined the ranking based on the number of people who fell and admitted defeat from the arena one after another.    

The five of them were all enemies and there was no winner or loser in the battle. However, everyone knew that this was only the beginning. Who had not used their ultimate move yet? They were afraid that their physical strength would be exhausted and they would not admit defeat. The moment they used their ultimate move, the competition was about to end.    

"Stinking brat, are you talking about that sword wielder? His Xuanyuan Sword Technique is not bad, but it is not suitable for my path." Tian Yang drank a mouthful of Fiery Blaze Wine and said.    

Lin Faang smiled mysteriously and shook his head.    

"Which one of them is holding a butcher knife? The knife technique is exquisite and the moves are swift and fierce. It's a pity that he uses the knife. It's not suitable for me."    

Lin Faang still shook his head.    

"Not yet?" Tian Yang frowned. The talent of these two people was barely passable, but the others were a little weak. Especially someone who was trying to fish in troubled waters. His talent was a complete mess. No matter how he thought about it, it couldn't be him.    

"Let me tell you this, those bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple aren't to be trifled with. I don't want to cause any trouble for them."    

Lin Faang continued to shake his head and said, "It's not him."    

"Then there's only that little girl left. It's just that I'm afraid she won't be able to bear the pain."    

"Old man, I suspect that your eyes aren't good. I didn't see anyone else. The person I introduced to you is him." Lin Faang pointed his hand at Wang Zhuo, indicating the one who was taking advantage of the situation in the battle.    

"Puff!"    

Tian Yang had just drunk a mouthful of Fiery Blaze Wine when he spat it out. His roar attracted the attention of the others on the tree.    

"That trash! Are you sure you're not joking with me?"    

Lin Faang reached for his ears and said awkwardly, "It's a bit useless, but I think you can guarantee that he is definitely better than you think."    

"Haha!"    

Tian Yang sneered. In his heart, the throne had been thrown into the 18 layers of hell and could never be reincarnated.    

"If you let me crawl out of the coffin because of him, then I think I need to treat your brain."    

Tian Yang raised his clenched fist and walked in front of Lin Faang. Although he looked weak, he even needed Lin Faang to carry him.    

That was only because he had locked his body function. He would not be interrupted by hunger or urination, especially at a critical moment.    

"Don't worry!" Lin Faang pressed Tian Yang's fist back and said, "How about this, let's make a bet. If this kid can win the championship, you can take him as your disciple. If not, I will force myself to be your disciple. How about it?"    

"Being my disciple, I will make you suffer."    

Tian Yang cursed. In the past, he had taken care of Lin Faang. The two of them were not master and disciple, but at the same time, they were more like master and disciple.    

"How dare you guarantee? I'll bet with you. It's just that you better not go back on your words. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."    

Tianyang did not believe that trash boy could win the championship at all. If he could win the championship, then the sun would definitely rise from the west. If he could win the championship, then he would definitely be able to become a Soul Formation Stage cultivator. Otherwise, he would be letting down his nearly 100 year martial artist career.    

"You can rest 99% of your heart. There's still one more you can keep jumping around. A gentleman's word is hard to keep up with." Lin Faang thought to himself, "Kid, that's all I can do for you. If you can't win the championship, your future is destined to be a sad story.    

Tian Yang nodded. With Lin Faang's words, he was relieved. He just quietly waited for Lin Faang to call him master. After all, from his understanding of Lin Faang, as long as he said something, he would definitely do it. No matter how difficult it was, no matter how dangerous it was.    

At this moment, the battle on the combat arena had already arrived at the end.    

The ultimate move of the Cattle Slayer Saber Technique, the disorderly saber technique, carried various crafty angles as it attacked from the various weaknesses of the human body.    

Even Xuan Yuan Jian Chen did not dare to take such saber techniques head on. He hurriedly used the Xuan Yuan Sword Technique that was passed down in his family to defend against them. They attacked each other with attacks and counteracted each other's attacks.    

Shao Qing of the Shaolin Temple sighed and hurriedly retreated. Although he knew three of the Six Divine Abilities, he was only a support. No matter if it was offense or defense, it was completely useless.    

There was also the only woman on the stage, the Emei Sword Technique that came was indeed not bad. It was a pity that her strength was said to be a bit inferior, so she could only avoid it.    

Wang Zhuo was even more so. He was the weakest among the five. He hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. His appearance was ugly, but it was absolutely suitable.    

Under the joint attack of Xuan Yuan Jian Chen and Xie Niu, Shao Qing and the girl both admitted defeat and left the arena.    

Only Wang Zhuo rolled continuously. Although his speed was slow, he wasn't attacked. He rolled to the edge of the arena and stopped, becoming the third place. However, his target wasn't just the third place.    

Under the fierce attack, although the technique was exquisite, it was still one point behind Xuan Yuan Jian Chen. The tip of the sword pierced through his neck, causing a drop of blood to flow out.    

"I admit defeat! The Xuan Yuan Sword Technique is indeed profound. I accept it!"    

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the arena.    

Xuanyuan Jianchen's head was covered in sweat. His face was pale, and he was panting heavily.    

"The Cattle Removal List is ranked third!"    

The referee's words not only stunned Xie Niu, but also Xuan Yuan Jian Chen.    

Only the people outside the ring watched quietly. Half of Wang Zhuo's body was outside, half of his body was inside the ring, but he didn't fall off the ring. Just like that, he picked up the second place.    

When Jie Niu realized this, he almost spat out blood. He had put his life on the line, but he could not stop where Wang Zhuo was lying.    

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Jian Chen held his sword and walked towards Wang Zhuo warily. He was afraid that Wang Zhuo would suddenly rise up and defeat him.    

Now that he had exhausted all of his strength, he didn't have much strength left. At most, he could only use another sword strike. This sword strike could only attack and not defend. Moreover, he didn't have the strength to hold back.    

The referee had also seen this, so he was already standing near Wang Zhuo. If Wang Zhuo could not take this sword strike, he would save Wang Zhuo, but it also meant that Wang Zhuo had lost.