"Bang-" A sound came, attracting the attention of everyone in the mourning hall.

I saw that in the courtyard outside the mourning hall, a teenage boy fell to the ground on all fours at this time, and his posture was very indecent.

"Ba'er, what are you doing!" a burly middle-aged man walked out of the mourning hall, looked at the greasy young man's brows, and scolded unhappily.

"Uncle. The greasy boy seemed to be a little afraid of the middle-aged man, and hurriedly got up and lowered his head and shouted.

The middle-aged man walked quickly to the greasy young man's side with a dark face, and scolded coldly: "Guling Patriarch Lingtang was so noisy before, why are you so rude!"

When the greasy young man heard this, he immediately became anxious, pointed at Mu Chen and explained: "Uncle, it was this kid who pushed me!"

Mu Chen was helped out of the mourning hall by Hong Zhao, glanced at the greasy young man Lian Yu who pointed at him, and then ignored him and walked towards the door.

"You stop!" Lian Yu took a step forward and stopped him and Hong Zhao.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, but did not say anything to stop his nephew's behavior.

"What? Do you want to try the four-limbed wrestling method again?" Mu Chen stopped, his voice was still so hoarse, but these words poked Lian Yu's sore spot.

Mu Chen is precocious, and his heart is more mature than that of children a few years older. And the Lian Yu in front of him was in the years of youth and frivolity, and he had just suffered a big loss, and under the stimulation of Mu Chen's words, a burst of anger suddenly came to his heart.

Raising his hand, he headed towards Mu Chen's chest. Mu Chen never thought that this Lian Yu's heart would be so bad, and he would hurt people with such a provocative language.

It's just that it was too late to dodge at this time, so he hurriedly pushed Hong Zhao away and forced a breath to his chest.

The wind of Lian Mackerel's palm struck, faintly accompanied by the sound of tigers roaring and cow mooing.

It is actually the culmination of the I Ching Realm!

"Bang ——" Mu Chen was slapped away by this palm, directly smashing the closed side door of the mourning hall, and even the person fell to the three feet in front of Gu Ling's coffin with part of the fragments of the side door!

"Poof!" Mu Chen clutched his chest, and a large mouthful of scarlet blood poured out of his mouth.

"Xiao Chen!"

"Brother Mu Chen!"

Two female voices rang out at the same time. Inside and outside the mourning hall, the foreigners who came to mourn stopped to watch.

"Good! good!" Mu Chen wiped the blood from his mouth, slowly stood up, turned around, and bowed to Gu Ling's coffin: "Patriarch Grandpa, the two clan elders, Mu Chen didn't mean to collide with Lingqian, and I hope to forgive my sins." ”

After speaking, he turned around and pushed away Hong Zhao and Gu Yun, who came to support him.

The middle-aged man immediately reprimanded Lian Yu: "Ba'er! Why did you suddenly hurt someone! Even if this little brother made the first move, you shouldn't have done it so hard!"

A good one, even if the little brother moves first, he shouldn't be so heavy! Mu Chen had an expression on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.

As he staggered over the threshold of the mourning hall, he seemed to be about to fall at any moment. Walking past the middle-aged man, Mu Chen stopped, glanced at him meaningfully, and walked towards Lian Yu.

Suddenly, Mu Chen's face instantly turned a little pale, and his vain footsteps instantly stepped on, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and the bluestone slab that Fang had just stepped on shattered within a radius of one foot.

Before Lian Yu could react, a palm appeared in front of him, and he didn't have time to resist it, a huge force came from his face, and his body turned four or five times in the air before landing on the wall in the corner of the courtyard of the mourning hall!

The middle-aged man flashed, and came to Lian Yu's side, looking at his nephew's swollen face was five times the size of the other half of his face, and was just about to speak, Mu Chen said in a cold voice: "How can the Lingtang of the Sect Leader of the Disaster Fight allow you to be a junior of the Bifang tribe. Since the elders don't say anything on the side, then let the boy do the work for him. This slap is not because you stopped me twice, nor because you were contemptuous of my sister Hongzhao, nor because you suddenly shot and seriously injured me, but because you have no one in your eyes, and it is not rude! If my Abba Muye is here today, I am afraid that the lives of your uncle and nephew will be kept for my patriarch and grandfather to be buried!"

"What! This kid in front of you is actually Makino's son!" the middle-aged man secretly said in his heart.

Suppressing people with power! Makino's son will be so clever at a young age!

Inside and outside the mourning hall, the number of guests who came to mourn gradually increased, and a few of the conflicts here saw the end from the beginning.

The name of Makino permeated the ears of all the people of the seventy-two tribes. This junior of the Bifang tribe actually attacked Muye's son in front of the mourning hall of the patriarch Gu Ling among the fighting tribes, and he really ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall. These people couldn't help but think so in their hearts.

But those who have a heart have discovered an even more shocking truth.

At this time, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, but when they made a move, they heard a trace of a tiger roaring and a cow mooing, and the young man in front of him who looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old was already in the realm of the I Ching Realm. The few tribes in the middle of the ranking of the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang can also be regarded as one of the best martial arts geniuses.

But this Makino's son does not look to be more than twelve years old at most. It looks pale, lacking in qi and blood, and weak, but within one move, he slapped Lian Yu, who is a master of the I Ching Realm, and has no power to fight back, what kind of realm is it?

Could it be that he has already entered the realm of accepting qi?

It's true that the tiger father has no dog son, and the ancients did not deceive me! Some people think so.

But some look even further......

In his early tens, when he grows up, he is afraid that he will be even more terrifying than Makino!

A Makino has been dominant in this generation for more than ten years, and if this continues, will his son be able to dominate the next generation for decades?

The Scourge Fighting Clan is really the ancestor who has accumulated supreme merits, so there will be such a father and son!

Some people are jealous, some people are envious, of course, some people are jealous, and there is a strong killing intent in people's hearts. It's just that when I thought of a few things in Muye back then, the killing intent was like an empowering of cold water, and it disappeared.

Mu Chen took in everyone's faces, but there was a wry smile in his heart.

He can't be regarded as a real Qi Acceptance Realm at this moment, because yesterday he used the Walking Corpse Mother Talisman, and the small amount of residual Qi in the meridians of the two clan elders was channeled into Mu Chen's meridians through the Mother Talisman, and before the Mother Talisman was removed, he fainted. These residual qi from the clan elders' meridians were blocked in Mu Chen's meridians, so when he woke up, the meridians of his whole body were full of swelling.

Fang Cai's slap released all the remaining residual qi in the meridians!