Just as Mao Zhentian and Mao Rui walked out of the room and came outside, the Mao family's residence was surrounded by many monks.

There are almost fifty or so people, all of them are foundation building monks, and there is not even a single monk in the Qi cultivation period.

The leader is an old man, and the coercion emanating from his body is much stronger than that of Mao Zhentian.

Mao Rui's gaze swept over everyone, and his brow furrowed.

The old man at the head must be the third elder, and the coercion on his body has already shown his cultivation in the middle of Jindan.

In addition, Mao Rui relied on the first divine sense under Jin Dan to find two fake Dan monks in the crowd.

Both of them are middle-aged, and they look similar, so people can see that they are brothers.

"Grandpa, there are two?" asked Mao Rui Chuanyin.

Two fake Dan monks appeared on the other side, which was different from what had been discussed before, and what happened next, I needed to ask Mao Zhentian's opinion.

"Don't worry about it, you just deal with one of them. Mao Zhentian also said.

Just when the grandfather and grandson were secretly communicating, the three elders who were standing in the air stepped forward and said, "Mao Zhentian, hand over the person who injured my granddaughter, otherwise I will slaughter your descendants today." ”

"Third child, you are getting less and less big, and you dare to call me by my name. It seems that I, as an elder brother, need to discipline you for my dead second uncle. ”

Mao Zhentian said, the aura condensed into a big hand, and fanned the three elders' cheeks in the air.

Everyone on the side of the three elders, including the three elders, was stunned.

They didn't expect that when there was a small difference in cultivation, Mao Zhentian would dare to strike first, and it would be such a direct provocation as a slap.

You must know that when you reach the Jindan period, you don't want to be like the Qi refining period, the gap between each small realm is very large, and if there is no means to defy the sky, it is basically impossible to cross.

The three elders naturally couldn't let this slap be implemented, not to mention whether it would hurt him, just being slapped by someone wouldn't sound good to say. also used aura to condense a big hand, and met Mao Zhentian's aura big hand head-on.

From the outside, the three elders' aura hands appear more condensed, powerful and strong.

In fact, the two big hands touched each other, and Mao Zhentian's big hands quickly collapsed.

"Mao Zhentian, I think you are old and confused, just in the early stage of your Jindan, you also want to fight with me, and you don't deserve to carry shoes!" defeated Mao Zhentian's aura big hand, the three elders' aura big hand dimmed a lot, and after the three elders waved their hands to let it dissipate on their own, they said disdainfully.

Mao Zhentian looked at a building that had been damaged by the aftermath of the collision of two big hands, frowned and said to the three elders, "Go to the sky." ”

After speaking, the figure rose from the ground, and behind him, an emaciated figure in a tattered gray robe followed.

The third elder sneered: "Hmph, what about two to one, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

As he spoke, his figure continued to rise, chasing Mao Zhentian.

At the same time, the Third Elder's Divine Sense said to everyone under him, "Before I come back, kill them all." ”

In the eyes of everyone, the figures of the three quickly disappeared from sight.

"Kill the light!" After the three of them couldn't be seen, on the side of the three elders, a fake Dan monk let out a low shout and ordered.

"The monks below the foundation are in the array, and the rest of the people, kill !!" Mao Shihao roared while pinching the trick and casting the spell.

The various colored light masks in the Mao family's residence lit up layer by layer, and all the Qi Refining Stage cultivators pinched the trick at the same time and poured spiritual power into the formation.

At the same time as the light mask lit up, the sound of breaking the sky was heard from many directions.

It turned out that several people from Mao Zhentian's family had arrived. There are about 40 people, mainly middle-aged and elderly, and all of them are foundation building monks.

Originally, the Mao family only had Mao Shihao, Mao Shihong, Mao Shibo, Mao Zhe and three guest secretaries, a total of seven people were foundation building monks, and there was a huge gap between them and the three elders.

With the support of a few side groups, the number of foundation building monks is not much different.

However, this is not enough, it is almost just the number of people, in terms of combat power, especially in high-end combat power, the Mao family's side is far inferior to the three elders' side, after all, the other party has two fake Dan monks, and the Mao family's side does not.

Mao Shihao's eyes showed a resolute look, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Shihong, Shibo, come with me to stop the two fake Dan monks, and try not to let the two of them join the battle." ”

Mao Shihong and Mao Shibo nodded, and their eyes also showed determination.

Just as Mao Shihao was about to rush out with his two younger brothers, one hand pressed his shoulder, and then a strong force came, pulling him back two steps.

"Uncle, your strength is so weak, don't be reluctant, just deal with what you can deal with. ”

A contemptuous word came into Mao Shihong's ears, and then Mao Shihong saw a bronze skeleton holding a blood-red sickle walking past him.

Before Mao Shihong could react, he felt another hand press on his shoulder, pulling him back two steps.

An obese figure, wrapped in a layer of cuticles like gold and earth, passed by him slowly, and at the same time an impatient voice sounded:

"Uncle, you let me go, blocking my way. ”

Mao Shihong had already understood what was going on, thought about it for a while, and didn't stop it, after all, Mao Rui's combat power was indeed stronger, and it was more suitable than his three brothers to stop the two fake Dan monks.

While thinking about it, Mao Shihong was ready to be pulled back again. Mao Rui and Mao Hao's two nephews did this, and he didn't believe that his son would honestly not give him a try.

Outcome... Mao Zhe, who turned into a huge ghost, was really honest, so he walked past Mao Shihong with a thick-backed machete, without pulling him or saying a word.

Mao Shihong shook his head with a wry smile, throwing out the messy thoughts in his heart.

At this time, an old wrinkled palm appeared coldly, grabbed Mao Shihong's shoulder, and made the defenseless Mao Shihong take two steps back again.

"Oh, the eldest prince is embarrassed, the two little masters have done this, the old slave looked interesting, he couldn't hold back for a while, and he also tried it. If there is anything offended, I hope the eldest prince will tolerate it. ”

Mao Shihong looked at the old man in front of him, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was only a few sparse roots, and asked with a stunned face, "Who are you?"

"The old slave is a servant of the master of the earth, and after the master left the Mao tribe, he has been waiting for the return of the master. Today, at the call of the master, I came to fight with the three elders. The old man with thinning hair said respectfully to Mao Shihong.

"Hey, that old man, don't ink, two, which one do you choose?" Mao Shihong wanted to ask again, but after Mao Rui turned into a skeleton, an ugly voice like the friction of gold and iron sounded.

"Back to the second young master, the eldest son of the third elder is even stronger, so the old slave will deal with him. The old man pointed to a false Dan monk and replied respectfully, not paying the slightest attention to what Mao Rui called him.

"You have to choose a strong one yourself, don't blame me if you die. ”

"The life of the old slave is not valuable, but it is the third young master, please be careful, after all, the strength of the second son of the third elder family is not weak. ”

Mao Rui's empty eyes stared at the old man for a while, nodded his skull, and rushed towards the other fake Dan monk who was not pointed out by the old man, that is, the second son of the third elder.

Mao Zhe and Mao Hao followed.

The old man looked at Mao Rui and the three of them, put away the respectful look on his face, and rushed towards the eldest son of the three elders with a murderous face.

On the way, the old man roared, his fists were squeezed hard, the muscles of his whole body instantly bulged, the power of strong qi and blood was drummed, and the dust on the ground was centered on him and scattered in all directions.

"No wonder Grandpa said that another fake Dan monk didn't need to be ignored, it turned out that there was also a body cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, such a person, let alone entanglement a fake Dan monk, it was possible to kill." ’

Mao Rui's divine sense always paid attention to the old man, so as not to defeat the opponent's eldest son, even if he responded.

As for why Mao Rui didn't have the slightest doubt about the identity of the old man, it was mainly because Mao Zhentian introduced the old man to the three of them before leaving.

The four words of absolute credibility in Mao Zhentian's mouth alone dispelled all doubts in Mao Rui.

However, after seeing the old man's powerful qi and blood power, Mao Rui withdrew his senses, not being distracted, and shouted at the second son of the third elder: "Yo, second son, what kind of death do you want?" I promise not to satisfy you. ”

As he spoke, the blood scythe had already flown out.

The second son was so angry by this title that he almost vomited blood, and after controlling a spiritual weapon to knock the blood sickle away, he used a spell to attack Mao Rui.

On the other side, there was also a roar from the eldest son of the third elder: "Chang Bai, you slave dare to attack me?"

Mao Rui dodged the second son's spell and changed his body to approach the second son.

The second son saw that Mao Rui was an individual cultivator, and understood his purpose, so he naturally would not give him a chance to get close, and while performing the spell, he stepped on the spiritual weapon and quickly retreated.

If Mao Rui was the only one, he would not only not be harmed in the slightest if he did this, but he would also be able to consume Mao Rui to death.

It's a pity that he met not one, but three.

Mao Zhe had already guessed that the second son might retreat, and relied on his strange figure to take a detour behind the second son.

Mao Hao said that he was just a monk who had perfected his qi, although he was a physical cultivator whose strength was no less than that of Mao Zhe and Mao Rui, but in terms of speed, it was not much faster than an ordinary monk who had perfected his qi.

Mao Hao, who didn't have Mao Zhe's weird body style, and Mao Hao, who didn't have Mao Rui's speed-up method of stepping into the air and soaring clouds, had to follow far behind and try to catch up.

Mao Hao, who was chasing after him, saw that the distance between him and his second son was getting farther and farther, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Zhe, Brother Rui, find a way to beat him to the ground." ”

Mao Hao has an earth-attribute spiritual root, and fighting on the ground is beneficial to him and him, so he proposed.

Mao Zhe and Mao Rui also knew that Mao Hao didn't keep up, relying only on the two of them, it would be more difficult to take down the second son, and when they heard Mao Hao's proposal, they nodded at the same time.