"Brother, how do you sell your daughter? Let's get a price."

According to Wang Wuyi's words, if the original temperature in the hall was below freezing point, then it is now a trend towards absolute zero. The fireplace next to it is unbearable to be humiliated and it is extinguished with a puff.

In the hall, in addition to Wang Wu and Nu Feng, there were also the city lord's personal staff and close attendants. After hearing this, they changed their faces and began to intersect each other's eyes and colluded to escape. Obviously, they did not want to stay in this place for an extra second.

However, the roaring wind did not speak, and who would dare to retreat in advance? He had to pretend to be a stone sculpture on the spot without saying a word.

After a long time, Wu Feng snorted.

"Don't even think about it."

"Oh? Don't be so determined. I'm very proud to bid. I want to have a lot of money, just talk."

The rage breeze paused: "Daughter was not sold for it."

"Is it better to send it for free, is it free shipping?"

The rage wind finally couldn't bear it and slapped the table suddenly: "What do you think Yinshuang is!? She is a human, not a goods!"

As a result, Wang Wu also slapped the table and roared. Although he was only half of the size of the rage wind, he was angry and his momentum was not inferior to that of the rage!

"You also know that she is a human being! You also know that Yinshuang is a human being or not a goods! You are so embarrassed to speak so righteously!"

The momentum of this bite was so crazy that the roaring wind was stunned for a moment.

Wang Wu was ruthless and continued to curse: "Since your daughter is a human being, then treat her with human treatment. She was trapped on the top of the snow-capped mountains. I came from the southern border of the alliance to rescue her, and was hit by severe climates such as blizzards on the way. However, when you arrived in Storm City, you put on such a cold and hard face. What is your intention??"

After Wang Wu finished roaring, not only did Wu Feng’s face change color, but the servants around him were even more shocked.

Yin Shuang was trapped on the top of the snow mountain. This matter was obviously the top secret. None of the rage had spoken before. At this time, he was called out by Wang Wu. Everyone felt that they were about to suffer the trouble of killing people to silence them.

Wu Feng calmed down and waved his hand to let the servants leave. The people below were as if they were amnesty and crawled out of the room.

When only Wang Wu and Nufeng were left, the solemn anger on Nufeng's face gradually subsided.

“You know a lot.”

Wang Wu snorted: "Nonsense, what happened to his woman, how could he not know!?"

“…”

Hearing the four words of his own woman, Nufeng's attitude seemed slightly softened. He stared at Wang Wu's eyes for a long time. It was not until the latter began to try to transform his pupils into Sharingan that a bitter smile appeared on Nufeng's rock-like face.

"This matter is not my decision."

Wang Wu said: "I know. Then what?"

"I cannot violate the decision of the Great Shaman."

Although the rage wind deliberately covered it up when he said this, the heart of his tone, guilt and other emotions still flashed.

Unfortunately, Wang Wu couldn't catch it at all, so he slapped the table and scolded: "You can't violate his decision about Yinshuang!? Are you Yinshuang's father or Niu Meng's father!?"

Wang Wu pointed at Fu Feng's nose: "This is related to the color of your head. Please be sure to respect yourself, think it clearly before replying to me!"

Wu Feng was so angry that he died of choking. However, Wang Wu's question was too sharp, so how could he answer it?

"...This matter is Yinshuang's own wish. Otherwise, even if the other party is the patron saint of the North, I would not surrender."

This is not a lie. When Wang Wu and Xiao Zhen contacted each other, Xiao Zhen indeed said that Yin Shuang himself had no idea of ​​escape.

But when did Wang Wu care about Yinshuang himself think?

"Give me a clear mind, man! Yin Shuang is less than fourteen years old! As her man, it is unethical to push her once! That little girl has no right to be independent at all! Her own wishes are worthless! You can use this thing as an excuse to expel your cuckold, which is a little shameless!"

“…”

Speaking of this, Fu Feng's patience was finally exhausted.

He did not particularly disgust with Wang Wu, but instead praised him very much. As the lord of Stormwind City, the city gathered the elites of the northern land. He had never seen such a surly talented man and stranger? Wang Wu was quite kind and amiable among them!

Unfortunately, this time the patron saint of the North was standing on the opposite side, and Wu Feng had no choice.

"I... don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

In the end, Nufeng decided to end the dispute with Wang Wu in such a sentence.

As a result, Wang Wu smiled indifferently and said, "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense to you. I just married her, not you."

Hearing this, Nufeng originally planned to shut up, but couldn't help but speak again: "You... can't give her happiness."

"Puff hahaha!"

happiness?

Wang Wu couldn't help laughing wildly, and kept laughing so hard that he trembled all over. He bent down and then he could barely stop.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wang Wu coughed and replied, "I laughed at you for being stupid. I just said such bloody and vulgar lines. Are you worthy of being the city lord? Ha, I can't give her happiness? Joke, what obligation do I have to give her happiness! I am not her father!"

“!?”

The rage wind glared and couldn't believe his ears.

"Listen, the relationship between Yinshuang and me is not between the Si and the goddess. I have no obligation to give her happiness. She is my woman, not my father! If you use the lines in the love novel to block me, it will only make you seem ridiculous. You, a father, don't know your daughter at all."

The storm wind is silent.

Half of it is because he has completely lost interest in conversation with Wang Wu. The so-called lack of arrogance and plot are like this now.

The other half is because Wang Wu was not wrong. As his father, he did not know Yinshuang so well.

Everything about Yinshuang is so perfect that many times people even habitually abstract Yinshuang into a synonym for perfection, and cannot understand the seven emotions and six desires of Yinshuang, who is a mortal.

Behind that calm smile, Yinshuang herself would also have some confusion? Behind her never-disdainful efforts, did she feel a momentary frustration?

Yinshuang never told anyone about all this, and even Rage Wind never understood it.

Therefore, perhaps Wang Wu’s view of love is shocking to most people, or perhaps Yinshuang herself is willing to accept it?

Maybe, just maybe, but as a father, Nufeng could not accept such a son-in-law no matter how he was.

"Wang Wu, you are really shameless."

Wang Wu grinned: "I'm just honest."

"Tsk, you don't have any speculation."

"Yes, let's do it. The five hundred knives and axe players hidden outside the hall can come in, so there is no need to throw the cup as a sign. The teacups on the table are the heritage of the Far East Penglai Continent. One less piece of it~"

Rage nodded: "Since that's the case, I will fulfill you."

After saying that, Nufeng's figure gradually disappeared in the hall. After that, the door of the hall opened and rushed in as Wang Wu said.

"Oh, I'm worthy of being a barbarian from the north. I know I'm still dared to go there. I'm really not afraid of death!"

With Wang Wu's strength at this time, let alone ordinary barbarian warriors, even if the sword saints with the most skilled martial arts in the north are gathered together to fight, they may not be able to fight Wang Wuyi. Therefore, when he saw the sword and axe rushing in outside the hall, Wang Wu smiled sincerely.

The boy swung his cloak, and the scarlet cloak turned into a curtain covering the sky, facing the barbarian swords and axes. The red curtain replaced the ceiling of the hall in a blink of an eye, reflecting the entire hall like a top plane.

When the barbarian warriors were in amazement, the red curtain turned into a blood waterfall and fell down. The red rainstorm covered the sky, covering everything in the hall, making it look misty.

However, the heavy rain only lasted for a short moment. After the rain cleared, the hall returned to tranquility. The red water on the ground flowed quickly and automatically condensed together, forming a bright red cloak again. Wang Wu waved his hand, and the cloak flew back to his back.

As for the nearly a hundred swords and axe drivers who rushed in the hall, they all disappeared.

This move has already surpassed the realm of a craftsman-level dream builder, and Wang Wu is so ease to use it, his real strength is already bottomless.

After several months of accumulation, Wang Wu went north alone and faced the famous shaman in the world with full confidence. No one in Stormwind City could stop him.

"Finally, I called you "Master-in-law"... I'll stop. No matter how many of these miscellaneous soldiers come, they will only die. I'll find it troublesome to kill me."

The sound of a storm sounded in the hall.

"That's right, ordinary warriors are meaningless to you, so let's see the power beyond the warriors in the north."

After saying that, the door opened again, but this time, four men and women in strange clothes walked in.

Some of these people wore a whole piece of animal skin and masks made of beast skulls on their heads. Some were covered with bird feathers, colorful like peacocks in the estrus, and some were naked, with colorful tattoos on their bodies.

Wang Wu looked at them and was a little suspicious: "Are you artists from the North?"

“We are shamans of the North.”

A strong man in bearskin said in a muffled voice.

"I heard that you are a strong man whose strength is not below Miss Yinshuang, so let's take a look."

After saying that, the shamans did not wait for Wang Wu to reply, so they recited mantras separately, using ancient languages ​​that had been passed down from the north for more than a thousand years, and communicating with the cold and cold natural forces of the north.

The so-called shaman is actually a kind of profession like a dream builder and a church priest, but the source of power of the shaman in the north is the nature of heaven, earth and ancestors. Now the four people entering the hall are the most powerful shamans near Stormwind City. The real strength is enough to match the dream builder at the peak of the Tao, and it is only one step away from the level of a master.

However, with the advantage of geographical advantages in Stormwind City, all four people's levels were upgraded by half, that is...

One against four, the grandmaster level!
Chapter completed!