The old man said to Long Zun: "As long as the old man is still alive, the martial arts family will have the final say in the old man, as long as you are willing to come to the martial arts family to be an offering, the previous things will be written off." ”

The crowd in the distance heard that the old man had once again sent an invitation to Long Zun to make offerings, and many people were moved by Long Zun.

The worship of the samurai family is comparable to the general family patriarch or head of the family in terms of status, and even many family heads and patriarchs are willing to give up the position of the patriarch and the head of the family and become an enshrinement of the samurai family.

It can become the worship of the largest family in the imperial capital, which is much more beautiful than the main scenery of ordinary families.

Long Zun shook his head and said, "Your martial family's temple is too small to accommodate my big Buddha, so don't talk about it anymore because it becomes your martial artist's worship, I'm not interested." ”

"Boy, what do you say! Just because you are worthy of being the worship of our martial arts. Wu Yixian was naturally happy to hear that Long Zun was unwilling to become a martial artist, but he was dissatisfied with Long Zun's appearance of looking down on the martial family.

The old master of the martial family was also dissatisfied with Long Zun's words, although Long Zun still had some cultivation talent in his eyes, but he was just a yellow-haired boy, and it was the charity of the martial family to be able to become the worship of the martial family, so he dared to refuse.

The eldest young master of the martial arts family on the side was first happy on his face, and he put it away while people were not paying attention, his eyebrows were horizontal, and he pointed at Long Zun and said: "The ancestor made you a martial artist to give you face, don't give you a face." ”

"Haha, give me face, what is your martial artist in my eyes, I really want to destroy you, even if there is this old man, I will also destroy your martial family. Long Zun pointed to the old man in front of him.

"Bold!" "Thief, you are looking for death." ”

It seems that they have been ridiculed, and these people from the martial arts family have everything to say, looking at that look, they can't wait to swallow Long Zun alive.

The old man's dim old eyes shrank, and he was angry this time for the sake of health.

For the descendants of the younger generations, except for a few talented ones in his eyes, the rest are not valued, but the only thing he values is the martial family.

Long Zun opened his mouth and closed his mouth to destroy the martial family, which can be regarded as offending the reverse scale in his heart.

"Little friend, you're still thinking about it. The old man's voice was not loud, but it had a majesty, not like the tone of conversation and laughter before.

"There's nothing to think about, your martial arts family is not even as good as a fart in my eyes, if you want to destroy your martial family, as long as I want to, I can do it at any time. Long Zun said, not at all surprised by the old man's threat.

The old man waved his hand, stopped the other members of the martial family from talking, and said to himself: "Since Xiaoyou is unwilling to stay in the martial family as an offering, Lao Yu does not force it, but Xiaoyou, you killed Lao Yu and a junior, you must have some compensation, otherwise how will the Wu family gain a foothold in the imperial capital in the future." ”

Long Zun opened his mouth and wanted to say that it was about me, but when it came to his mouth, his mind moved, and he asked, "How do you want me to compensate?"

"It's simple. When the old man heard that Long Zun was willing to compensate, he smiled on his face, "As long as Xiaoyou is willing to hand over the spear in your hand, Xiaoyou and the martial artist can be regarded as two clear, so that the martial artist has face, and Xiaoyou has nothing to lose." ”

Long Zun's eyes suddenly narrowed, "Old man, you are ruthless enough, not only are you worried about my bloodless spear, but you don't even plan to let go of my life!"

The old man asked with a puzzled face: "What do you mean by this, the old man has already said it, as long as the spear is handed over to the martial family, the grudge between the martial artist and the little friend will be cleared, and the little friend can rest assured, the old man's words, no one in the martial arts family dares to refute it." ”

Those people who have been paying attention to the situation here from a distance don't know what Long Zun means, exchanging a spear for a life, no matter how you look at it, Long Zun has earned it, no matter how good the weapon is, no life is worth anything!

"I gave you the bloodless spear, old man, do you think you will let me go, the one who killed your martial descendants?" Long Zun said, turning his face cold, "This time I came not because you can't let me go, but whether I want to let you go." ”

With the latter words, the momentum of the peak of the Great Martial Master Realm on Long Zun's body was instantly released, and he pressed towards those people of the martial family with a purpose.

The old man's reaction was not unpleasant, and he took a step forward, like a big mountain, directly between Long Zun and the Wu family, and at the same time blocked the momentum released by Long Zun.

Facing the momentum exerted by the half-step Martial Sect, Long Zun was unmoved, and also pressed it with his own momentum, and the momentum of the two collided together in mid-air.

Out of thin air, a few small whirlwinds appeared on the street outside the samurai gate, rolling up the surrounding dust and dry leaves, whirling around.

In terms of momentum, no one can help anyone, and the two of them withdrew their own momentum at the same time to put pressure on each other, and the whirlwind on the street also became rootless water because of the lack of follow-up power, and quickly collapsed.

"It seems that Xiaoyou has to do it. The old man took a step back, looked at Long Zun cautiously and said.

Long Zun, who also took a step back, took a long spear in his hand, "It's not easy to see a half-step martial sect, isn't it a pity to give up like this, besides, how can I find trouble with your martial arts family if I don't do it, old man, don't you get involved, and let your descendants tie their hands one by one, waiting for me to do it." ”

"Since Xiaoyou wants to do it, this old bone will accompany Xiaoyou to take a few moves, and everyone else in the province has forgotten that the half-step Martial Sect is not something that any Great Martial Master Realm cultivator is qualified to provoke. The old man pulled out of his stance.

"I don't know if anyone else is qualified, but I must be qualified. Long Zun jumped up suddenly, and the spear stabbed at the old man in front of him.

"You all retreat. The old man's face was cautious, and his hands made a movement in front of him, and an almost tangible spherical cyclone appeared between the old man's hands.

The cyclone rolled between the old man's hands as he shook his hands, and the air around him was immediately emptied, and even the dust on the ground was sucked in by the cyclone.

When the cyclone finally stopped absorbing the air around him, the old man pushed forward with both hands, and the cyclone just blocked the tip of the spear that Long Zun had pierced.

The moment the old man pushing the cyclone with both hands stuck to the tip of the spear, his back suddenly bowed, as if he was dodging something, but his hands and feet did not move, and the cyclone was still in the distance, and successfully resisted the tip of Long Zun's spear, making it difficult for the spear to move forward in the slightest.

Seeing this situation, Long Zun's face remained unchanged, and the wrist holding the gun suddenly turned rapidly, and the spear in his hand also rotated rapidly.

Then, with a pop, as if piercing a cloth bag full of gas, the spear rushed into the barrier of the cyclone and pierced the old man's chest.

The old man couldn't see the slightest worry on his face, he took a step back, pushed forward with both hands, and the cyclone that had been pulled back directly crashed towards Long Zun.

The cyclone was pierced by the tip of the spear, but like a pocket with only a hole in it, it covered the barrel of the spear, and quickly crashed into Long Zun.

(End of chapter)