Speaking of which, the Murong family is really unscrupulous enough to do things, although the Tianxia Martial Arts Hall is the property of the Shanhe family, but his uncle does not live in the slums, but in a prosperous area outside the slums.

The slums are very chaotic, and quarrels and fights are common, but outside the slums, the real prosperous area of the imperial capital, ordinary people will never dare to mess around, just a comprehensive monitoring system is enough to stump the vast majority of people.

However, the Murong family still didn't let go of Uncle Shanhe's family, and arrested all of them here.

There are also Shanhe's three younger sisters, and the two older ones are already married, but this time they were also involved and arrested together.

And Shanhe's sister Shanhu who had specially mentioned, Mo Fan took two more looks, and it was really as Shanhe said, the little girl was very timid and afraid of life, he just looked at it a few more times, and scared the little girl to hide behind her mother.

"Little brother, thank you for the rescue, but you better leave quickly, this time it is the fifth son of the Murong family who is eyeing our World Martial Arts Pavilion, we can't afford to provoke it, and we don't want to trouble others anymore." ”

Shanhe's father was very calm, just glanced at his two daughters, and the younger brother who was implicated, and he sighed deeply.

In their eyes, the Murong family is a behemoth, and it is not something that the small world martial arts hall can provoke at all.

It's a pity that when Cheng Zhi found them, they didn't take it seriously, and thought that someone wanted to deceive them in the name of the Murong family.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Murong family, the director of the Finance Department, is rich and wealthy, and is a thousand-year-old family, how can he be taken into account by others if he is only a martial arts hall in the world? This is clearly a lie.

As for Murong Baichuan's assessment of the seven sons of the Murong family, this is not something that ordinary people can know.

Now it's okay, just because they didn't take it seriously, they also planned to fight back secretly, but as a result, not only is the life and death of the young pavilion master Shanhe still unknown, but they were quickly retaliated against by the Murong family.

To say that it is revenge, maybe it is a bit too much, this should just be the actions of the people below.

Otherwise, with the power of the Murong family, if they really want to retaliate, they are afraid that they will not be able to survive a long time ago.

Only the people below dare not kill people casually, especially those with heads and faces in the slums.

"Uncle, my name is Mo Fan, and I used to live in the slums with my sister, and I was a friend of the young hall master Shanhe.

This time, I was also entrusted by the master of the Shanhe Young Pavilion to save you, but I didn't expect the Murong family to do it so quickly, and I almost came late.

As for the Murong family, uncle rest assured, since I dare to come, I will definitely not be afraid of them. ”

Mo Fan smiled calmly, and then did not hide it, and said the matter of being knocked unconscious by the young pavilion master Shanhe and imprisoned in the prison of the Praetorian Guard, and then he was touched and saved by himself.

Knowing that the enemy was the Murong family, which was too big to resist, others were so frightened that they completely lost their square inches, but Shanhe's father was still able to calm down so quickly, and he didn't want to affect others.

This person has a lot of ideas, and he is definitely not so easy to fool, rather than lying and then being found out and making the family even more worried, it is better to simply tell the truth.

Anyway, Shanhe is fine, just temporarily living in the Praetorian Guard prison, and when the matter is resolved, he can release people again at any time.

"It's okay if Shanhe is fine, little brother, since you have a relationship with the Praetorian Guard and are not afraid of the Murong family, then the uncle will not say anything, but you should be careful yourself.

If you really can't do it, you can get out of it, and my uncle really doesn't want to bother anyone anymore. ”

Shanhe's father was silent for a moment, obviously digesting Mo Fan's words just now, and only thanked Mo Fan with a grateful face after a while.

It's just that, after listening to Shanhe's father's last words, Mo Fan was a little speechless.

Father and son are father and son, and even the tone is similar, the owner of the Young Pavilion of Mountains and Rivers seems to have said the same not long ago, right?

Suddenly, Mo Fan's eyes froze, and he glanced faintly at the direction of the gate of the World Martial Arts Pavilion.

Almost at the same time, Ji Chongwen walked over and whispered.

"My lord, those people are here!"

Mo Fan nodded silently, without Ji Chongwen's reminder, he had already felt it.

Just now he let Qiu Cheng and the others go, just deliberately let them move the rescuers, but he really didn't expect that the other party moved so fast, so he rescued the people, and the other party had already found reinforcements and rushed over.

Especially the strength of this reinforcement, Mo Fan felt the majestic aura of power from afar, which shows that this person is not simple.

However, it's not easy.

Mo Fan knew very well that he could not stay in the slums all the time, and there was a limit to the time he could leave the palace.

Inevitably, the Shan family fell into the hands of the other party again, and he either didn't make a move, or he had to beat the other party at one time, so as to ensure the safety of these people in the Shan family.

"Stay and take care of them, and the people outside will solve it themselves. ”

Mo Fan left this sentence and turned around to leave.

Ji Chongwen nodded in response, he had absolute confidence in the strength of this deputy commander.

He didn't believe that the reinforcements that the people of the fifth prince of the Murong family had found so quickly could still be the opponent of the deputy commander.

However, Shanhe's father suddenly stood up.

"Little brother, let's go out together, we can stay away. ”

Obviously, Shanhe's father is still a little uneasy, this is planning to surrender as soon as something is wrong, and never affect the rhythm of others again.

Mo Fan saw what Shanhe's father meant, but he didn't stop it, just hesitated a little and nodded.

He is not particularly relieved to leave people here, although Ji Chongwen is an eighth-order immortal, it is really hard to say what his strength is.

If a few more people from the Murong family secretly snatched Shanhe's family while he was fighting outside, Ji Chongwen couldn't stop him at all, so what should he do?

It's not impossible, isn't the young pavilion master Shanhe just being overshadowed by the people of the Murong family?

It doesn't matter if they go out together, at least within sight, if something happens, he can come to the rescue at any time.

Moreover, as long as the distance is a little farther away, even if there is a little aftermath of the battle, Ji Chongwen should be able to block it.

Outside the gate of the World Martial Arts Pavilion, Qiu Cheng, who had fled earlier, stood there quietly with a calm face, and behind him, there were no less than three hundred subordinates, all of whom had escaped together before.

The only difference is that beside Qiu Cheng, there is a middle-aged man with bundled hair who obviously wears a human skin mask on his face and has a rather stiff expression.

Moreover, in terms of momentum alone, Qiu Cheng and the more than 300 people behind him together are obviously inferior to this middle-aged man with a bundle of hair, this is the absolute gap in strength.

"My lord, why don't we just rush in?"

A big man with a snake-shaped tattoo on his face leaned into Qiu Cheng's ear and whispered a suggestion.

"No need, people have already come out on their own!"

Before Qiu Cheng could speak, a light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with bundled hair, and then he said in a cold voice.

(End of chapter)