The old man who took a step from the void only shook his sleeve robe slightly, and the next moment he appeared in front of the two of them, and the face staring at Wu Wei was very unpleasant. But when he turned to Zhang Jiajia, his eyes were full of doting. The old man touched his body and took out an extremely simple wooden box, although the wooden box was small, there were twenty or thirty pills in it, exuding a strong medicinal spirit aura, and the old man took out the largest dark green pill from it and put it in Zhang Jiajia's hand. "Hurry up and eat it, otherwise it will be bad to fall ill." There was a doting tone in his tone.

Zhang Jiajia looked at the pill in his hand, but he didn't move, just glared at the apricot eyes and looked at the old man.

The old man was drumming in his heart, and smiled awkwardly, so he had to grope for a long time, and then took out a light green pill from the wooden box and put it in Zhang Jiajia's hand, but the pill was not much worse than the former in terms of color and aroma. Zhang Jiajia glared at him angrily, "Isn't there still Qingzhi Pill?" Uncle, if you are so stingy, Jia'er will ignore you in the future." ”

"That Qingzhi Pill took seven days and seven nights to refine, it's too wasteful for outsiders. The old man seemed to have some pain, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to protest.

"To give or not to give. Zhang Jiajia waved her small fist, looking like she was showing off her might, at this time Zhang Jiajia was supporting the extremely weak Wu Wei, the small fist almost touched the latter's face, Wu Wei was a little funny, this old and young joke was quite surprising, and I felt a little warm in my heart.

In the end, the old man couldn't help but be small, and he took out a dark green pill like a baby, and put it in Zhang Jiajia's hand side by side, the old man glared at Wu Wei fiercely, and his face was almost the color of pig liver, and he smiled at Zhang Jiajia again.

"Wu Viagra, give" Zhang Jiajia rolled her eyes at the old man, smiled and handed over a pill with a medicinal fragrance in her hand, and swallowed the other one herself.

The old man was bored with himself, snorted twice, turned his head, and just glanced at Wu Wei with the corner of his eye.

"Who hurt my niece just now?"

After staring at Zhang Jiajia and swallowing the pill, the old man reassured that he took back his soft gaze, and a layer of murderous intent immediately appeared on his originally peaceful face. As if he had suddenly changed someone, with Sen Leng's killing intent, the old man stared straight at the red-haired old man and the son-in-law not far away, and his tone was very displeased.

He has been paying attention to his precious niece, how could he not know who made the move, looking at the red-haired old man with that eyes, he actually revealed a strong killing intent, Zhang Jiajia is everyone's little princess in Qingyuanmen, and she can't tolerate grievances for a long time.

"Hmph!" The red-haired old man saw that his master did not stop his movements, the corners of his mouth snorted, the ape arm was light, the dragon walked and the tiger walked, and the figure drew a virtual shadow in the air, and instantly pounced in front of Uncle Zhang Jiajia, the red-haired old man shouted, the two fists turned into shape, one punch was like the winged tiger, the other punch was like the leopard in the forest, and the two punches were sacrificed, and a thousand fists were played, like a tiger roaring and a leopard groaning, and each punch knocked through a black hole in the void. The old man was very displeased, and his hands were held out, like thunder and lightning, and when he saw the move, it was like a crackling sound, and the sound of "crackling" in the air sounded frequently.

I saw the phantoms in the air, and the afterimages left traces, let Wu Wei's eyes widen, but he was never able to capture the confrontation between the two, only heard several mottled lights and shadows in the air, all of which were the sound of peeling, but the frequent sound of the hand could not keep up with the speed of the light and shadow, and in the end it was just a continuous long sound.

"Don't worry, Uncle is amazing!" Zhang Jiajia seemed to see Wu Wei's worries and said close to his ear. "Now Uncle is kidding him. ”

Although Zhang Jiajia's voice was as thin as a mosquito, how could it escape the ears of the red-haired old man, the old face was even redder, the essence in his body spurted out like the sea, and the golden gas turned into shape, forming a red fire, lingering around his body, and the temperature in the field suddenly rose by several degrees. The red-haired old man descended like a god of fire at this time, and above his body, there was undoubtedly no flames everywhere, and the flames went along the way, and the steel in the wall two or three meters away was as if it was melting, and gradually turned into molten iron. Everyone felt that the whole building shook and they were unsteady on their feet.

The flame was mixed with golden aura, and the power was extremely extraordinary, even Zhang Jiajia's uncle didn't dare to take it hard, and under thousands of punches, he occasionally hit him with several punches. Zhang Jiajia didn't care, and looked at his uncle with a smile, the swallowed pill was very effective, and at this time, her injuries had already healed, and her body began to exude vitality again. "Pure flame is SCP, something interesting. In the face of the red-haired old man's aggressiveness, Zhang Jiajia's uncle took half a step back, although the smoke was a little embarrassed, and even burned off a lot of beard, but there was a disrespectful smile on his face.

The young man frowned slightly, seeing that the red-haired old man couldn't succeed for a long time, he wrinkled deeper and deeper. His strength is much higher than that of everyone present, so his vision is also extremely sophisticated, among his subordinates, the red slave has been listed as a master, the pure flame seal power, is the attack-based bloodline, the fusion of the eight beast exercises that the red slave usually practices is the most suitable, the power is superimposed, not to be underestimated, and although the other party is a little embarrassed at first glance, but the means and methods of receiving the move are still at ease, it can be seen that the strength of the other party is far above the red slave.

"There is such a master in this remote place?" "The young man frowned slightly, and there was a trace of doubt on his face.

Seeing the opponent retreating, the red slave body chased quickly, a fierce fire light came out, flew up, in the air, the flame suddenly dispersed, turned into thousands of creatures, densely pounced up, the creature was extremely light, jumping up and down, the movement was extremely flexible, under a closer look, those flame creatures were actually a finger-sized small fish, the air was regarded as the sea, like a patrol sardine, straight to the opponent's vital point.

Seeing that thousands of firefish were about to pounce up, the uncle did not retreat but advanced, moved his left foot back, fixed his body, "exhaled" his whole body immortal qi overflowed, and condensed into a cloud of mist in front of his eyes, in the water mist, faintly revealing a cold air, "hiss" that group of immortal qi is extremely cold, and it turned into a cold ice needle in the air, which was sprayed out by it, and the two collided, the needle tip wheat mang, and the fog suddenly appeared.

"Eight Beast Seals, Tiger and Leopard Seals"

The vast mist, permeating the hospital, at a glance like the fairy world descending, in the twilight, actually on the left side of the four-zhang red flame giant tiger, on the right showed a blood-colored leopard, like a divine beast from the sky, domineering, compared with the game of the flame fish, these fierce and reckless beasts seem to be full of violent factors, want to devour the opponent completely.

"Muyi Divine Wheel - Tianxuan Eight Sounds"

Looking at the swift arrival of the two beasts, the old man just did not slow or hurry, silently reciting the seal, and in everyone's ears, there was a sudden sound of fairy music, like a dream, like a silk bamboo, like a heavenly sound, and Wu Wei and the others lost their minds for a while. Behind the old man, a glorious treasure wheel appeared behind, the treasure wheel and Zhang Jiajia behind the roulette wheel is seven or eight points similar, but the old man behind the treasure wheel weather, like a world, containing Qiankun, the wheel of everything, as if inspired by the fairy music, as if alive, turned into thousands of gold needles and thousands of gold threads, the complexity is simplified, back to the basics. The golden needle traveled through the air, as if the space was regarded as the soft brocade, drawing tens of thousands of gold threads, and the two fierce and reckless beasts were broken by the golden needle, letting out bursts of tearing screams, and finally turned into a touch of red on the silk.

"Muyi Shenlun, it turned out to be him. A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the young man, and the expression on his jade-like face changed abruptly, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried.

"Chinu, come back. "If this is really the case, then the red slave will definitely not be able to ask for benefits, the origin and destination of the Muyi Divine Wheel, people of the level of the old monster may not be clear, but he knows it clearly, after all, their Qi family is doing this business.

"Yes!" In the twilight, an answer came from afar, for Childe's orders, the Red Slave did not dare to disobey no matter how bold he was, and quickly retreated, retreating to Childe's side, although he was not injured at all, but his breath was extremely disordered, obviously those two moves cost him a lot of power. Which is stronger and which is weak, Chi Nu naturally knows in his heart, but a militant like him, if it weren't for Gongzi to stop him, he would naturally have to fight with the other party to the last line.

"You're not convinced. Childe naturally knew the character of the slave in front of him, and glanced at him.

"The red slave doesn't dare!" The red slave trembled in his heart, and hurriedly knelt down, his master's character was clear, and there was no room for sand in his eyes.

"I don't blame you, if you knew who he was, I don't think you would have the idea of fighting again. The young man whispered, but his eyes drifted to the person in the mist.

"In the fourth son of the Qi family, Qiyu, dare to ask Your Excellency, is it Lord Qianyuanzi, a person from the Yuanmen Dao?" Qi Gongzi's expression was awe-inspiring, neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no trace of fear in his tone, but he also put away his original arrogance.

"Who are you?" said in the mist.

"It's my father!" Qi Gongzi replied with a clear heart, his hands folded, and he replied. The one who can call his father's name so directly is really Qianyuanzi.