Although the Ancient Martial Realm is a transcendent world, it does not mean that people in the Ancient Martial Realm can act arbitrarily. The laws of the world must be obeyed.

When Murong Junnan saw a few policemen walking towards them, he knew that if they didn't leave, they might be in some trouble. So before the policemen came closer, the three of Murong Junnan's brother and sister and Dongfang Zhiqing hurriedly flashed into the passers-by who were watching from the side.

"Hey, don't run. When the policemen saw the general, they couldn't help but speed up their pace and rushed towards Murong Junnan and the others.

At this time, three men in suits suddenly walked out of the passers-by, and after letting Murong Junnan and the other three stop, they stopped several policemen who had caught up.

The Murong siblings and Dongfang Zhiqing soon disappeared on the tree-lined path.

"Who are you who dare to block the office?" said a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of several policemen shouted to the three men in suits.

"What are you talking about, these people are beaten by the three of us, aren't you trying to catch the perpetrators? We automatically sent them to the door, and we are still not satisfied?" said one of the men in a suit with some disdain.

The law enforcers in the world, the people in the ancient martial arts world, are not cold, and they don't even look down on them.

"You ......!" the middle-aged man couldn't help but burst out of his eyes when he heard this. With the eyes of this middle-aged man, how can he not see the cattiness in it?

It must have been some rich kid in Suzhou who caused trouble and slipped away, leaving a few of his men to settle the bag. How can this kind of thing be hidden from that experienced middle-aged police officer?

"You want to go to the detention center so much, I will fulfill you, come and take them away. The middle-aged police officer yelled loudly, and then looked at the five dumb men on the ground who fainted like mud, "Call an ambulance, damn it, it's all a bunch of garbage that has nothing to do and will cause trouble." ”

At this time, there were more passers-by watching, and both sides of the tree-lined path were blocked, and there was a lot of discussion on the scene.

Of course, how to deal with this matter is not what Murong Yunxuan and Dongfang Zhiqing, who have left the "crime scene", have to care about.

Such a trivial matter, the Murong family's subordinates will handle it well, and they will definitely not be alarmed. If you can't even settle this little thing, the Murong family will still be the emperor of Suzhou?

In the city of Suzhou, dozens of cars looking for people all over the city seemed to have received some kind of order, and then they all drove towards the south of the city. Gradually, these cars converge on the road to form a spectacular queue.

Dozens of high-end cars are dispatched at the same time, even in Suzhou, it is not a scene that can be seen casually. The convoy passed everywhere and attracted the attention of many people along the way.

In the south of the city, Murong Villa, this garden covers an area of four or five hundred acres, and now the atmosphere here seems to have become different, and the men in and out of the suit look a little nervous.

This kind of expression of these young disciples seems to only appear during the Murong family's annual sacrifice.

This kind of ancient family, which has been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, every time the Chinese New Year is celebrated, the children scattered all over China will return to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, in order to show that they dare not forget their roots.

Today, the tense atmosphere in Murong Villa is no less than that of the New Year's Festival. The children of the city of Suzhou have returned to this garden and gathered in the majestic building in the middle of the villa.

In the conference hall, a long table seven or eight meters long was full of people on both sides, and these people looked like middle-aged people who were already old, and even old men with gray hair.

These people were talking in whispers from ear to ear. Sitting at the top of the table was a middle-aged man with half-white hair, wearing a Tang costume and a kind face.

He is the contemporary head of the Murong family, Murong Zhenghao. Murong Zhenghao's temperament is a little unique, at first glance, he seems to be only about forty years old, but after looking at it for a long time, it seems that people think that he is an old man about sixty years old. It is difficult for others to tell his real age by his appearance.

This is because Murong Zhenghao has cultivated the Murong family's peerless learning, Jiuxiao Zhen $$.1!6!-n

Reasons for menstruation. The Nine Heavens Sutra, like the Innate Gong, is a Taoist martial arts classic. The main purpose of Taoism is the way of health preservation, and Taoist martial arts also come from this.

Therefore, some Taoist martial arts classics actually have the effect of health preservation, and a martial artist, if he has profound skills, can also play a role in prolonging life.

A real master does not know his real age from his appearance.

Murong Zhenghao, like Dongfang Zhentian, did not break through the shackles of the day after tomorrow and practiced innate martial arts. Even so, Murong Zhenghao relied on his hand to divide the flowers and brush the willow palm, and among the acquired masters, there were few opponents for him.

The hour hand has pointed to 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and the important people in the Murong family, who should have arrived, are almost there. Only those who are temporarily out of town have not had time to rush back.

"Family Master, what is the matter that is so anxious to summon us?" A middle-aged man sitting first on Murong Zhenghao's right finally couldn't help but ask Murong Zhenghao.

This middle-aged man is very blessed, with a fat head and big ears, and a bare head, he can shine a shadow. When he asked, more than a dozen important figures of the Murong family who were talking in a low voice all stopped talking and looked at Murong Zhenghao.

"Old Five, what are you anxious about, when everyone arrives, I will tell you. Murong Zhenghao touched his chin and said indifferently.

This fat-headed, big-eared, bald middle-aged man, although his appearance is not good, is actually a ruthless character. In Suzhou and Hangzhou, as long as people in the ancient martial arts world talk about laughing Maitreya, then they will never be able to laugh.

The younger generations of the Murong family, behind their backs, call this bald middle-aged man the fat fifth master. More than ten years ago, this fat fifth master killed the ancient martial arts master of the once unrivaled thief Qiu Jiu in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

The great thief of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is Qiu Jiu, which is among the peak masters of the day after tomorrow, and he can also rank in the top ten. It can be imagined how powerful this fat fifth master's methods are.

"Family Master, who else are we waiting for?" said a thin old man sitting first to the left of Murong Zhenghao. This old man has snow-white hair and eyebrows, and he is an old man.

Although the skin on the old man's body was wrinkled, like the peel of a shriveled orange, and the teeth in his mouth were about to fall out, the old man's eyes were open and closed, and the essence flickered, making people dare not look directly.

This is definitely a big master, I'm afraid that one foot has already stepped into the innate realm.

"Hehe, Third Uncle, let's wait a minute! There is someone who hasn't arrived yet, don't be impatient!" Murong Zhenghao's tone was respectful, and he actually gave the old man a gift to his juniors.

Since Murong Zhenghao said this to the old man, it was difficult for the people present to ask anything more. Even Murong Zhenghao is called the third uncle's old man, and in the Murong family, the seniority is high, which can be imagined.