A tall and sturdy figure swept down from the low roof, and his qi and blood fluctuated vigorously.

Su Mu's cold sweat suddenly broke out, and he hurriedly mobilized his qi to return to the nest to calm down the restless qi and blood jade pendant.

Wei Zizhou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step forward just in front of Su Mu, bowed to the withered old man who was not good, and said, "My nephew has seen my uncle." ”

The old man didn't pay attention to Wei Zizhou, who was in a high position but had a very low posture, and his gaze crossed this person and fell on Su Mu.

Su Mu also followed Wei Zizhou's example, and saluted the old man: "Boy Su Mu, I've seen my predecessors!" ”

The old man snorted coldly, his eyes that were not cloudy at all slashed directly at Su Mu's body, his throat seemed to have a mouthful of old phlegm that had accumulated for many years, and he said hoarsely: "Since you entered the gate of my Divine Fist Hall, you have been absorbing the qi and blood that the old man has overflowed, thinking that you are doing something hidden, and you have taken the opportunity to steal the kung fu of my Divine Fist Hall!" ”

Su Mu lowered his head, and said respectfully: "I will accuse in advance, but this overflowing qi and blood is an ownerless thing, and the behavior of capable people is not inappropriate in the next self-confession, as for the martial arts path, the martial artists in the world are all based on their talents, and the essence of the Divine Fist Hall Kung Fu I can't imitate the martial artists who can't be a triple building, saying that it is an exaggeration to say that the cat and the tiger are exaggerated, how can there be a stealing teacher." ”

The old man who had led the Divine Fist Hall for many years sneered, and his tone was a little sarcastic, "The oil tone is slippery, but it has become what my Divine Fist Hall deserves!" Your behavior like this, clear demonic behavior, the old man has led the Divine Fist Hall for many years, and it is the most disgusting behavior of such thieves, foreign thieves stealing money, family thieves stealing gas, and the Divine Fist Hall has fallen to this point, all of them are plagued by thieves! ”

The old man named Lian Mancang was boiling with blood, the sound of his heart beating was like beating a big drum, muffled, the faces of the people around him turned pale, and he hurriedly withdrew four or five zhang away, the temperature seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and the invisible qi machine was tumbling around over and over again.

Su Mu's face was cold, the qi in his body was very restless, he raised his eyes and saw the figure still standing in front of him, his heart was a little calm, and he still hugged his fists and saluted: "The kid has only been in the rivers and lakes for three months, and he has joined the Fisherman's Pavilion in order to maintain the stability of the rivers and lakes, and he has never done evil things that harm the rivers and lakes, but he is such a mind of his predecessors, what is the benefit of the rivers and lakes?" ”

Song Xiaoyu, who was dragged aside away from these people, turned blue with fright, and there was a hint of confusion in fear.

What happened? Why is there going to be a fight? What did Su Mu do?

After thinking to no avail, he sighed to himself.

I'm just a mediocre temporary worker, and the sky is so thin as I can get this kind of task!

Lian Mancang clasped his hands together, making a lazy gesture of compassion, the tree in the yard that had not many leaves shook itself without wind at this time, and the fallen leaves rose like clouds, the gas engine was like a furnace, and the boiling qi and blood were the furnace fire, and the two walked in the opposite direction, so it was not lively.

Wei Zizhou didn't speak, just calmly watched the rising momentum of this uncle, the qi was surging, and it was also as vigorous as a furnace fire, and there was a little more fireworks in operation, and the two stoves collided no less than three hundred times in a few breaths, and the courtyard wall was crumbling.

"Stop it, the funds are not abundant, and if the four walls of the family are gone, wouldn't it be even more ridiculous and generous?" Wei Zizhou said lightly.

The old man's face was no longer merciful, and he laughed, his strong physique was not heroic, and his words were full of sarcasm, "You don't need to worry about the affairs of the Divine Fist Hall, just take care of the official position under the buttocks!" ”

The air was scorching, the white mist and the blood-red power of qi and blood were intertwined and soaring, and even the withered faces of the warehouses were like dead trees rejuvenated, gradually flushing and full, and a withered stump in the courtyard collapsed in an instant.

Wei Zizhou frowned, this is clearly an old tree that he did not hesitate to buy in spring, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a return to the light, in the end, it is a foreign kung fu practiced horizontally, how many people can be as old and strong as Yan Fufang of Baiwu Villa? Back then, the ancestor was the uncle who was tough from young to old, and it is estimated that he will be tough until he dies.

He breathed lightly, stepped out, and the restless qi all over the courtyard suddenly condensed.

Those words were for Su Mu, but it didn't mean that Sang scolded Huai and was ruthless, but who is not his own family?

That breath seems to spit out all the depressed qi from after entering the door, one spit out and one acceptance, and the new breath is born again, two in life, two in three.

The shackles of the seven-story building were shattered by one foot, and they entered the realm of martial arts!

Left beckoning, right hook, the world into my arms.

The furnace is bright like glass.

Spit out one and take three, start a fire, and encompass the world.

Copper kettle boils three rivers.

Lian Mancang's face changed slightly, his eyes were cold, and he shouted: "The old man also stayed in this realm, and since he let you enter the realm of cultivation, I will give you this white-eyed wolf as a whetstone again!" ”

With an angry shout, the sky and the earth seemed to change a little, the cloudy sky was faintly flashing with thunder, the big willow trees in the backyard of the martial arts arena were crumbling, and the green bricks on the floor were broken one by one.

At this time, the disciples of the Divine Fist Hall, regardless of whether the outer door and the inner door were injured or not, were basically attracted by this huge competition of discord, and some of the family members who were still staying here also jumped on the wall, secretly observing how many catties and taels this inconspicuous Wei commissioner was.

Su Mu desperately mobilized the qi in his body to resist the collision of the two furnaces, and gradually became powerless.

Lightly clasped his teeth and knocked on the heavenly bell, angrily walked away from the mud pills, and mobilized a pool of water from Baopu Decisive Repair, which has been fighting until now.

This level of fighting is hard to come by, since you have the intention of stealing a few tricks, in order to see carefully, you still have to be willing to cut into the heel.

The old man named Lian Mancang really scolded himself on his face, but in fact, he had been competing with Wei Zizhou, and now the two of them are really fighting, but they don't have fists and kicks, all by fighting spirit, compared to martial artists, this has a bit of a sense of fighting with qi practitioners.

He turned his head to look at Song Xiaoyu, and saw that the kid was still stupid and desperately standing not too far away, sighed helplessly, lifted his anger and swept to the side of the second fool who didn't know how to make a difference, picked up his neck, ran towards the outside of the field, and threw him into the safe lobby, and stayed with the group of sturdy bald heads who watched the excitement, and then returned to the battlefield of the nephew and uncle.