Wan Qing smiled bitterly when he heard Wang Ping'an make such a joke, but he was respectful to the old man who spoke.

"Uncle, I don't have to say anything about your kindness to me, but I haven't practiced the slightest martial arts since I was a child, so I can't help you. If I can escape, I can also keep a trace of incense for Wanjia, and the merit is immeasurable. ”

Wan Qing bowed deeply to the old man, his face full of regret, and then followed Wang Ping'an and left without looking back.

"White-eyed wolf, shameless, traitor, you are not worthy of the surname Wan, and you are not worthy of being our Wan family. The old man was extremely disappointed and scolded.

"Thanks to you, if I can change my surname, I will definitely change it. Wan Qing said without replying, his expression was indifferent, and his language was even more indifferent.

"You...... You...... Damn!" The old man was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do about him, obviously, the relationship between the two was obviously not as good as he described.

Su Ziyu grabbed Wan Qing's arm and comforted her in a rare gentle voice: "Husband, don't be angry, it's not worth it." Ever since the Wan family kicked us out and oppressed us everywhere, the two of us have sworn that we will have nothing to do with them again. ”

"Yes, yes, Mom and Dad, I want to change my surname, I want to be surnamed Su, I want to be called Su Jiayi, the name will sound better, is there a feeling of a star?"

Smack, bang.

A slap in the face, plus a brain meltdown, is the most appropriate answer for her.

"Ouch, you two are bullying people together. Cousin, you're going to help me. The beautiful girl Wan Jiayi was in pain, rubbed her head, came to Wang Ping'an's side, and behaved cutely to him.

"I don't get involved in your family affairs. My mother taught me that if I want to live well, outsiders don't get involved, and I have to listen to my mother. Wang Ping'an replied straightforwardly, not at all confused by his cousin's cuteness.

"Cousin, you are so ruthless. ”

"Hehe, we just met, and we don't have any feelings. ”

"......" little cousin Wan Jiayi was completely speechless, feeling that her cousin's head seemed to have a problem, she was too upright, and she would be single for a lifetime.

Roaring, the zombie Bashan Daoist returned to No. 92, with a murderous and demented expression, and pounced on several old people in the Wan family.

The fight begins again.

1,800 meters away, on the top of Zipeng Mountain, there were several men in Taoist costumes, with calm expressions, staring at the fights and fights in the courtyard of the ten thousand families.

"Senior brother, the situation is a bit unexpected, a young man came and picked up the family from Courtyard 92. ”

"Hmm? Bashan Daoist changed to a vegetarian diet, and actually let the Wan family leave?"

Bashan Daoist still drank blood, but he couldn't beat the young man, and he was kicked away, and by the time he returned, the young man had already left with the family of Courtyard 92. ”

"Waste, then what are you still stunned about, don't stop those people, find a reason, and get rid of them. ”

"But...... But...... Our Maoshan Sect can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, for example, ordinary people who don't have cultivation qualifications, and for example, a young man who can kick the Feiba Mountain Daoist, he may be a lay disciple of a certain big sect. ”

"It's possible......"

At the top of the mountain, there was a brief silence.

But, after a few seconds, the man spoke again: "You two go and probe his roots, and if you don't have any background, you can destroy it with your hands, and it will be clean." If we have a deep background, evacuate quickly, and then disguise our identity, so that he will not find out where we really come from. ”

"Yes, brother. After saying that, the two of them jumped lightly, like eagles, with rune light flickering under their feet, churning in the dark clouds, and they had reached the bottom of the mountain.

At the gate of No. 92 courtyard, there was a white Land Rover parked, Wang Ping'an was afraid that they would have soft hands and weak legs, so he took the initiative to act as a driver, and after starting, he wanted to take them away.

But just a few hundred meters away, two middle-aged Taoist priests fell from the sky and stopped on the road in front.

At this time, Wang Ping'an's Land Rover was traveling at 120 yards per hour, and it was only 23 meters away from the two Taoist priests who blocked the road.

It took a second to convert the braking distance, and what parameters, Wang Ping'an felt that he couldn't calculate it.

So I didn't step on the brakes, and slammed the accelerator on.

Anyway, I can't stop the car, so it's better to indulge myself.

At first glance, these two Taoist priests don't look like good people, and they hit each other in vain.

After all, you must be unkind when you suddenly stop my car and block my way.

If you are in a bad mood, you will definitely be charged with a roadblock robbery, not only crashing, but also getting a title of righteousness and bravery.

Bang, hit it.

Wherever the throttle goes, everyone who sees it flies.

The two Taoist priests jumped down from the top of the mountain in a very free and easy attitude, wanting to show the demeanor of the Taoist priests of the Maoshan faction, but as soon as they landed, they didn't even say a word, and they were hit by the white land rover in front of them.

The scenery in front of me is rotating rapidly, people are floating in the sky, the wind is whistling in their ears, and for a while, I don't know where I am or where I want to go.

As the light of a talisman flickered on their bodies, the pain in their bodies seemed to have weakened by more than sixty percent.

"Daoyou ......"

"Please stay ......"

It's just that Wang Ping'an didn't hear these two sentences, and he had already driven out more than 100 meters at a gallop, without braking or hesitation, just like hitting a scarecrow, without any psychological burden.

"Ah...... Cousin, you hit someone, you hurry up and stop, we have to deal with the traffic accident. Our school has taught traffic safety classes, traffic hit-and-run, seven years to start, 100% responsibility. ”

"I didn't hit people, I hit two people. ”

"How do you know they're touching porcelain?"

"Because they said, "Fellow Daoists, please stay." Have you seen the Romance of the Gods? A particularly annoying villain in it likes to say this. ”

"People who can touch porcelain are also people. ”

"Uh, cousin, what time are you in the middle of this year?"

"It's the third year of junior high school, what's wrong?"

"It's really slow, my sisters are in the second year of high school, and next year in the third year of high school, if they pass the college entrance examination, they will be able to go to college. People, this life is really short, and in the blink of an eye, the student period is about to pass. ”

"I'm not slow to go to school, I've never been in a grade...... No, I feel like you've changed the subject, by the way, what were we discussing just now?" asked her cousin Wan Jiayi in confusion.

"Didn't say anything...... Oops, the front is in the formation barrier area, it's time to get off. Wang Ping'an said, put the brakes on the brakes, and parked the car in the area where the vitality fluctuated strongly.

Opening the car door, he got out of the car.

Su Ziyu, Wan Qing, and Wan Jiayi looked confused, and they also came out, no matter what Wang Ping'an said or tossed, they all knew that this was their own person, and they were the ones who came to save themselves.

If you have any small emotions, go home and talk about it, now it's important to run for your life.

Whoosh, at the top of the mountain in the distance, a peachwood sword flew on, and there was a yellow paper talisman on the sword, emitting a faint light, as if it was burning.

The wooden sword went straight to Wang Ping'an's head with the sound of breaking the air.

The sword is majestic, like the Shushan Imperial Sword Technique, as soon as the sword comes out, it carries a terrifying might.

"Huh?" Wang Ping'an frowned, feeling a hint of danger, and punched out, hitting the tip of the sword.

However, the power of the sword was so terrifying that it almost pierced his fist.

The terrifying energy contained in it instantly invaded his body.

With a pop, Wang Ping'an spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was carried by the power on the sword, sliding backwards.

The soles of the shoes are on the road, rubbing a pungent burnt smell.

With a bang, it hit the formation separation wall more than 20 meters away, and the entire formation wall shook with transparent ripples, like a mirror, making a squeaky and tooth-aching sound.

Wang Ping'an's face changed, he didn't expect a wooden sword to have such power.

The right fist was pierced by the wooden sword, blood gushed out, and the whole arm seemed to be broken, so sore, and it was almost impossible to lift it.

But the wooden sword only shook back more than ten meters, turned in a small circle, and stabbed at him again.