He is the most angry now, Nanming paid for killers and mercenaries, and originally he didn't have to participate in the killing, but Nanyi's bastard insisted on pulling him there, and Nanguan also paid for it, but it turned out to be outside, and there was no bullshit.

How stupid is this son of his own?

If he hadn't gone mad, he would have killed him.

What a piece of rubbish!

"You, you, the two deputy masters, openly said that you want to kill me? ”

Mu Xiaotian arrogantly pointed to the South China Sea and the Nanjiang River, his eyes empty.

The tone was as if he was not a triple weak chicken in the physical training realm, but as if the two people on the other side were triple weak chickens.

A seventeen-year-old boy versus two forty-year-old middle-aged uncles.

Nan Mingyue stood behind him, slightly in a trance.

She heard some rumors today, but she couldn't confirm them. Because the rumors are so unbelievable, even she doesn't believe it.

At this time, seeing the thin young man so arrogant in front of the two deputy masters, she had a bad feeling in her heart.

Nantian sat at the dining table, chewing peanuts while drinking, looking at Mu Xiaotian's arrogant face on TV, he smiled, and asked the ghost next to him: "Do you think this kid will take the opportunity to show his identity?"

The skull's mouth opened and closed.

Nantian shook his head and said with a smile: "Nanhuomen needs such an arrogant person to take over, hahaha, this kid is too angry with the old man, he definitely doesn't show his identity, believe it or not?

Nanhuomen has become the laughing stock of the Jianghu people in the past ten years, and he has not succeeded in doing anything, and now he is eating his old book every day, and he is simply raising a group of pigs.

Nantian is already old, and he doesn't want to interfere with his descendants so much, he always has to die, and if his descendants don't fight, they will be defeated sooner or later.

Three hundred years have passed, and the empire may have changed masters, let alone a family, a sect?

It is already remarkable that the Nan family has not changed masters for three hundred consecutive years, and how many masters have been changed by the other four major forces.

Nantian had long realized that it was impossible to support his current group of waste descendants, and the only way was to borrow strength.

And Mu Xiaotian is the power he wants to borrow.

The ghost closed his mouth and looked at the TV in disbelief.

Mu Xiaotian glanced around and found that no one spoke anymore, so he turned his head to look at Nan Mingyue: "According to the rules of the Southern Fire Gate, what crime should I be guilty of openly mutilating my fellow disciples?"

Nan Mingyue chuckled, couldn't help but take half a step back, stared at Mu Xiaotian in surprise, and said for a long time: "Person, kill! Within three generations of the family, drive away from the South Fire Gate, and never enter the South Fire Gate again!"

Mu Xiaotian nodded: "Nan Yi, Nan Ming, and Nanguan paid killers and mercenaries to kill my brother and sister, are they considered to be the parties involved?"

Everyone looked at Mu Xiaotian in confusion.

Nan Mingyue nodded: "Count!"

Mu Xiaotian looked up to the sky and laughed, took a step forward, approached Nanjiang's face, stared at him, and sneered: "I heard that you are in charge of the logistics department of Nanhuo Gate, did the sect master explain you a very important thing today?"

Nanjiang looked confused.

What does this kid mean?

There are more things to explain to the door owner......

Suddenly, Nan Jiang's face changed, and Ghost Xuan personally told him today that Nanhuomen had added seven new positions, which were filled by three outsiders, one of whom was the deputy head of Nanhuomen, and asked Nanjiang to prepare an office and corresponding office supplies......

"You, you ......"

Nanjiang was so frightened that he retreated again and again, his face pale.

This is the top secret of the Nanhuo Gate, and even the first deputy sect master Nan Shan doesn't know about it! It can be said that apart from him and Nan Mingyue, who is in charge of personnel, the other deputy sect masters don't know about this matter.

But how did this kid know?

Mu Xiaotian's face turned cold: "Do you dare to say it? Do you think your son can still live? Can you still stay in Nanhuomen? I think it's better for you not to say it, right?"

Nanjiang was sweating profusely and nodded again and again.

A forty-year-old middle-aged man was forced to be like this by a teenager.

Everyone present looked at each other.

Nan Hai snorted, looked at Nan Jiang, and scolded very dissatisfied: "What do you mean?

Nan Jiang looked at Nan Hai, swallowed his saliva, and stopped talking, as soon as he thought that Nan Yi, the bastard, had harmed Nan Ming like that, Nan Jiang closed his mouth and said nothing.

Let's look for death, it's good to die.

Nan Hai looked at Mu Xiaotian angrily: "Do you think you can pass this hurdle by saying a few words? How fucking old are you? You weren't born when Lao Tzu was scared! Nan Mingyue, Lao Tzu is going to screw off his head now, if you dare to interfere, Lao Tzu will dare to turn his face!!"

Nan Mingyue took two steps back and didn't speak.

She also wanted to see if her guess was right or wrong, and it was very necessary to force Mu Xiaotian's hole cards.

Nan Hai saw that even Nan Mingyue had retreated, the murderous aura in his heart rose, his fists were clenched, and the momentum of his whole body became stronger and stronger, he was at the peak of his physical realm, and he could play a thousand catties of strength, and it was uncertain whether this thin young man could withstand his punch.

It may be extremely difficult to make his son a madman and pass on the lineage, and for his vein, which is withered, he will lose his incense.

This vein of the South China Sea has always been single, and there is only one male in each generation, so it is extremely spoiled by Nanyi, otherwise it would not have cultivated a disciple like Nanyi who is empty-eyed.

"you!"

Nanhai used authentic southern boxing, fist punching, it was really powerful, one punch can kill a cow, plus Ling Weibu, in the eyes of Mu Wanxiang and Ye Ying, he is simply a big master.

Mu Wanxiang held Ye Ying's hand tightly, a little nervous.

She didn't understand why her brother was beaten and scolded everywhere he went.

"Brother, be careful!"

Mu Wanxiang shouted loudly.

Mu Xiaotian knew that if he didn't give this group of people a little bit of power, I was afraid that it would be impossible to soak in the marrow washing pool today.

They didn't take the actions of Nan Yi and others seriously, but they put all the blame on him. Typically, only state officials are allowed to set fires, and ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps.

Mu Xiaotian snorted coldly, put his left hand behind his back, clenched it with one hand, and slammed his fist towards the South China Sea.

He can now send out three hundred catties of strength, which is seven hundred catties less than the one thousand catties in the South China Sea, whether it is from the realm or the actual strength comparison, Mu Xiaotian has no advantage.

He only took a slight step and dodged Nanhai's punch, which scraped the tip of his nose and felt a slight tingling sensation.

Mu Xiaotian turned sideways, and instantly appeared on the left side of Nanhai, and his fist hit his ribs.

"Boom"

"Click"

Two very clear voices sounded in a row.

Mu Xiaotian broke Nanhai's two ribs with a single punch.

After Nanhai punched the air, he felt a burst of hairy bones, and the peak of the physical training realm was actually empty?

And facing a weak chicken with a triple training body?

You must know that Nanhai's strength in the entire South Fire Gate ranks in the top six, and it has always been arrogant, and it is completely sideways in the South Fire Gate.

Usually scolding those subordinates is like scolding dogs.

There are at least more than 100 security personnel who have been broken by him, and no one dares to go against his will for so many years in charge of the security department.

"Click"

He heard the cracking of his ribs.