"Jiangbei has frequent personnel transfers, and it is only because of the development of secret realms and the balance of forces, but secretly it is a competition between various Jianghu forces...... I don't know if it's really a great move to let the Lan organization absorb members of the Jianghu forces! ”

Su Mu was surprised: "The root of these families' rebellion is here? ”

Wei Zizhou stretched his waist, closed his eyes and said: "This is natural, Lintangling is in a corner, but the strength is not weak, but over the years, there are some emperors who are far away, and the organization has also absorbed a lot of disciples from these families, you must know that there is a difference between the family and the sect, like me, after the master left, the incense with the Shenquan Hall is getting weaker and weaker, but the disciples of the family are different, breaking the bones and connecting the tendons, and the feelings of blood thicker than water are the most inseparable, and the actions of these families are also a little unscrupulous. ”

"The Shenquan Hall moved here to throw a stone in this turbulent water, wanting to stir up a thousand waves with one stone, but the Shenquantang is not enough, and it has become more and more powerful over the years, and Tangling has also saved the idea of providing for the elderly, and the group of old bald heads who do not want to make progress put all their hopes on these young people, pointing to the eggs and scolding 'fly to Lao Tzu', the more they live, the more they go back, and it is not possible to blindly take strong medicine."

Wei Zizhou spat and looked at the dilapidated door of the Divine Fist Hall with some disgust, those junior disciples who were only slightly injured saw this high-ranking senior uncle in such a posture, and they didn't dare to come forward to greet him, so they had to retreat and make his debut.

The more you go inside, the more you see the decadent Tang Dynasty, the life of this Jianghu force that has fallen out of the altar in Lintangling is obviously not good, as far as Su Mu knows, this place is still supported by the Fisherman's Pavilion of nearly one million dollars a year, and the original way to make money has been relocated and buried.

I only know that among the people who have developed the secret realm over the years, more and more bald heads have mixed in.

Su Mu glanced at Wei Zizhou's somewhat thinning hair and swallowed his saliva.

Inner disciple, this brother Tai was also back then, right?

Wei Zizhou glanced at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strange smile.

Su Mu hurriedly laughed, and quickly moved a chair for Wei Zizhou to sit down.

Wei Zizhou snorted coldly and whispered: "Labor and management know what you are thinking!" ”

Su Mu smiled, watching Wei Zizhou's snap fingers slowly retracted, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, this boss is really not easy to serve.

A moment later, a disciple who had not yet shaved his head served a cup of tea, which was light in color and was just ordinary green tea.

Wei Zizhou picked up the teacup and took a sip with a look of joy and sadness, but his eyes kept sweeping over the room and the faces of these young people.

"Alas......"

He sighed, picked up the teacup, and drank it all, despite the fact that the water was still steaming.

If the old man had a spirit in the sky, he would probably be so angry that he would have lifted the coffin board.

A bald-headed disciple walked over and saluted Wei Zizhou: "Uncle Wei, Master asked the disciple to come and tell him, and he will come after the matter is dealt with, Uncle Shi ......."

The little bald head was a little hesitant.

Wei Zizhou said lightly: "Just say it, my uncle has never been good and obedient, and he has been used to it for so many years." ”

When the little bald head heard this, he replied stubbornly: "Uncle Shi said that you should take care of yourself, and today he ...... Outsiders are not accepted. ”

Wei Zizhou's hand playing with the teacup stagnated slightly, and his fingers rubbed against the still warm base, without saying a word.

The atmosphere was extremely silent, the voice was not loud, and no one in the hall spoke, so it basically fell into everyone's ears, and the hall that was still a little noisy suddenly became audible.

The little bald head was like sitting on pins and needles, bowing down, and the sweat drops fell to the ground.

Su Mu secretly observed Wei Zizhou's expression, but saw that he was still that careless, and he couldn't see the angry expression, and he felt a little emotional in his heart.

Wei Zizhou, the uncle, is a little too proud, he doesn't look at the face of the monk and looks at the face of the Buddha, if he is just a nephew, although he also stabs the heart with a blunt knife, but others will not say anything.

But Wei Zizhou is now a master of the strength of the Seven-Story Building, and he is also a well-deserved middle-level leader and second-level commissioner of the Jiangbei Branch of the Lan Organization Fisherman's Pavilion, and he has jurisdiction over Yuntan City and the surrounding rivers and lakes.

This uncle's qi cultivation kung fu is not in place!

It seems that the reason why life is not good in the Lintangling Divine Fist Hall is not just because of the xenophobia of the local forces in the rivers and lakes.

Wei Zizhou buckled the lid on the teacup, gently placed it on the table, got up and said, "Take me to see Feng Xiantang." ”

The little bald head was relieved, wiped the sweat on his head, hurriedly agreed, and led Wei Zizhou, Su Mu and Song Xiaoyu to the backyard.

Song Xiaoyu was a little cramped, before he took up the post of supernumerary temporary worker, he actually had some superficial understanding of this Jianghu, and when he entered the door of the Fisherman's Pavilion, Su Mu had been taking him with him, but it was all trivial tasks, how could he have seen such a scene.

He touched his head, and the previous scuffle had unfortunately affected him, and his hair seemed to be missing.

The sight of bald heads as far as the eye can see, makes it difficult not to pay attention to your hair.

It's not the Buddha family, all of them are bald and not dignified, but muscular, amazingly strong, thick qi and blood pressure people can't breathe, the previous scene of the family struggling under the strong bald body really left a deep impression on him.

Su Mu lifted his breath slightly, and the only remaining jade pendant in the Qi Sea Dantian rotated slightly, silently absorbing the qi and blood that the senior uncle and ancestor had spilled out.

This is not that he deliberately controlled it, but the qi and blood that erupted from the ancestor of the master and uncle shocked this jade pendant that was languishing after the sword intent evil dragon was beheaded by a sword, intentionally or unintentionally, gradually revealed the original grandeur, absorbing the power of qi and blood, Su Mu was standing at the door of the Divine Fist Hall at the time, and the action of the qi and blood jade pendant almost scared him to death, and he hurriedly mobilized the energy in the divine treasure to suppress this jade pendant.

Now that everything has settled down, I dare to gradually let go of my imprisonment.

Su Mu is not stupid, his path is not the same as that of ordinary martial artists, he has read so many books in the past few months, and none of them have introduced the need to open the Kunlun Divine Treasure near the Jiang Palace for martial artists, nor has he introduced that the broken mirror of martial artists needs to rely on the spiritual veins in the secret realm.

This road seems to be closely related to the shopkeeper who likes to wear white.

My own idle game is too non-existent in many famous golden fingers.,The function can only be described by the word ordinary.,The current function seems to be only to open the secret realm.,Save treasures.,Unlock the prohibition of spiritual veins.。

It was only on the night that I practiced "Hug Pu Duel" that I reached the Wuyao realm, and a hint popped up.

This path is a bit like the path of a qi practitioner, Bai Keqi must be clear, but he never asked, just the method of ordinary qi practitioners, there is no doubt about him, Bai Keqi has never explained anything.

This thick and simple breath slowly flowed along the meridians, which was very different from the instantaneous flow of qi, like a bay of river water, moisturizing things silently.

Anyway, now I have nothing to do, but it is better to practice the inner pile skill taught to me by Boss Bai, and I was able to resist the sky for a short time when I fought against that swordsman, relying on this kung fu.

The qi machine rolled in the meridians with this energy, over and over again, following the path of "Hug Pu Decision", the inner pile gong was supported, and it became more and more condensed and heavy, and the power of qi and blood attracted by the jade pendant also quietly turned into the body, and the sword intent at the heavenly spirit also showed some signs of excitement.

Wei Zizhou glanced at him, a little surprised, but he was not very interested, and he didn't bother to tell him that such an act was easy to go astray, his strength was not high, and he was not even qualified to fall astray.

The three of them walked behind the bald head, Wei Zizhou looked up, Su Mu lowered his head and groaned, and Song Xiaoyu looked confused.

"Which junior is stealing the old man's qi and blood?!"

A thunderous sound exploded.