Chapter 1,255: Proposing Marriage

Shenhan City, a majestic ancient city, is located on the edge of the Shenhan Mountains. It is like a giant beast with a huge mouth, wanting to swallow everything.

At this time, in the busiest market in Shenhan City, Nie Tian and Cheng Ruoling appeared.

"Little White Hair, the old man is in front. There are several Heavenly Emperor Nine-Layer Warriors around him. If he is unwilling to sell the little civet cat to me, can you beat so many Heavenly Emperor Nine-Layer Warriors?" Cheng Ruoling said as she walked, a little excited.

Nie Tian couldn't help shaking his head. He had no intention of fighting with the other party.

And it was not a wise thing to offend an unknown and powerful enemy for a little civet cat.

"Get out of my way!" At this time, an arrogant voice sounded, and several powerful auras appeared, each as fierce as a wolf and a tiger.

"Huh?" Nie Tian frowned when he heard this voice.

"It's Dongfang Jie!" Cheng Ruoling frowned when she heard this voice, and her little face was actually a little panicked.

Nie Tian was stunned. This is Shenhan City. Is there anyone who can make Cheng Ruoling feel scared?

"Little white hair, when Dongfang Jie comes over, you can say you are my fiancé!" Cheng Ruoling suddenly hugged Nie Tian's arm and whispered.

"Fiancé?" Nie Tian was stunned and his face was stiff.

This girl is too good at joking. He is the other party's master. If this joke spreads, it will be terrible.

And Cheng Ruoling is not Nie Tian's type at all. He still likes gentler girls, such as Mo Ruxi and Xue'er.

"Ling'er!" Then, a figure appeared. Seeing Cheng Ruoling, he was stunned for a moment and shouted in surprise.

But the next moment, the person saw Cheng Ruoling holding Nie Tian's arm, and his face suddenly sank, and he roared: "White-haired boy, who are you?"

Nie Tian's eyes condensed slightly and looked at the person who came. This is a young warrior in his twenties, but his strength is already the fifth level of the Emperor of Heaven, and his martial arts talent is not bad.

Unfortunately, this man has cold eyes and an arrogant demeanor. He is not a good person at first glance.

"Your name is Dongfang Jie?" Nie Tian suddenly thought of something and asked.

The surname Dongfang is not common. This man dares to be so arrogant. It is estimated that he has some relationship with Donghuang, one of the nine emperors.

Donghuang, one of the nine emperors, is also in Dongchuan Divine Domain, but in Dongfang Tiancheng, tens of thousands of miles away from Shenhan City. I don't know why the Dongfang family appeared here.

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death!" Dongfang Jie's eyes were burning with anger, his face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't you know that Ling'er is my woman?"

"Dongfang Jie, don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Ruoling blushed and looked shy.

The reason why Dongfang Jie appeared here was because his father Dongfang Ichiro brought him to Shenhan Palace to propose marriage, and it was to Cheng Ruoling.

I don't know what kind of nerves the Dongfang father and son had committed. They came all the way from Dongfang Tiancheng and proposed marriage directly to Cheng Ruoling.

"Am I talking nonsense?" Dongfang Jie smiled sinisterly and said, "Ling'er, your parents will soon agree to my father's marriage proposal, and you will soon become my Dongfang Jie's woman."

"Dongfang Jie, you..." Cheng Ruoling's face turned red, and she was about to cry again.

She was just a little girl, how could she tolerate others teasing like this.

"Really?" At this time, Nie Tian looked at Dongfang Jie and spoke solemnly, with a sharp coldness flashing in his eyes.

He had already heard that Dongfang and his son seemed to be prepared, just for Cheng Ruoling.

"Your father is Dongfang Ichiro?" Nie Tian asked with a cold smile.

"Stinky boy, who do you think you are? Can you call my father's name casually?" Hearing Nie Tian calling Dongfang Ichiro's name directly, Dongfang Jie was furious, his whole body was surging, and he punched directly, and the huge fist shadow rushed towards Nie Tian fiercely.

Nie Tian's face was as gloomy as water, without any ripples, his body just moved, and a sword intent whistled out, directly breaking through the fist shadow, and pressing towards Dongfang Jie.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Dongfang Jie flew backwards. After landing, he dragged ten meters on the ground, leaving a bloody trail.

The sudden scene made the whole audience fall into silence. Everyone stared at Nie Tian in amazement, totally unable to believe what they saw.

No one expected that the silver-haired young man who looked harmless in front of them was so powerful that he seriously injured Dongfang Jie.

Cheng Ruoling was also a little stunned. She didn't expect Nie Tian to really dare to attack Dongfang Jie.

You know, Dongfang Jie's father is Dongfang Ichiro, Donghuang, one of the nine emperors.

"You dare to hurt me?" Dongfang Jie struggled to get up. His whole body was covered in blood. His face was no longer human. He was very miserable. He was very shocked. He didn't expect that he, the dignified young master of the East, would be beaten up in the street.

"What if I hurt you?" Nie Tian smiled coldly. He had shown mercy in the previous sword. Otherwise, Dongfang Jie would have been a corpse.

"You little brat, do you know who I am?" Dongfang Jie took a deep breath, forced the blood off his body, revealing a pale face, and roared in a deep voice.

"Isn't it just Dongfang Ichiro's son? Do you really think I'm afraid of Dongfang Ichiro?" Nie Tian's face was gloomy, with a strong contempt in his eyes, and he didn't take the so-called Donghuang seriously at all.

"You..." Dongfang Jie suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He originally thought that Nie Tian didn't know who Dongfang Yilang was, so he could be so arrogant. He didn't expect that the latter knew the name of Donghuang and was even more contemptuous.

Some of the crowd were also stunned, staring at Nie Tian with surprise, and couldn't help but whisper.

"Who is this silver-haired young man? He is so arrogant!"

"Yes, he is not afraid of Donghuang, one of the nine emperors. Is there a big man behind him who is comparable to Donghuang?"

"Maybe he is also the descendant of the peak of swordsmanship, otherwise, at such a young age, the sword will can't be so terrifying!"

Nie Tian listened to the discussion of the crowd, but his eyes were very peaceful.

Of course, these people couldn't have thought that he himself was one of the peaks of swordsmanship.

He doesn't need any backing, because he is the biggest mountain!

"Dongfang Jie, why don't you get out?" Cheng Ruoling reacted at this time, grinning, with a smug look on his face.

"Ling'er, who is this stinky boy?" Dongfang Jie said solemnly with a terrible low look.

"I'm her friend!" Nie Tian said directly without waiting for Cheng Ruoling to speak. He didn't want this outspoken little girl to talk nonsense. He couldn't afford to lose this person.

"Friend?" Dongfang Jie's face was bleeding, and the resentment in his eyes was even more terrifying. He turned around and looked at the guards behind him, but they all stepped back subconsciously.

These guards were all inferior to Dongfang Jie in strength. Even Dongfang Jie was severely injured by Nie Tian's sword. How could they be his opponents?