"I'm going to visit the third uncle."

Zi Qianmo turned his head and looked at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan said: "I also have a very important matter, I want to go out to do it, so I won't accompany Miss Seven." ”

The great opportunity to impeach Ziping is missed, and there is no more.

He needs to go back to the headquarters of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce and order his subordinates to do it.

Sooner rather than later.

"Okay."

Zi Qianmo had no objection.

She didn't know why she was reporting to him, but she did it subconsciously.

It may be that when I was in the Burning Xi Secret Realm, I got along with him day and night for a month, and I already trusted him very much and got used to him being around.

The two brothers, Lei Ben and Lei Fang, were overjoyed when they heard Zi Qianmo say that they were going to visit Zi Sanye.

"Miss Seven, the third master has been waiting for you to get out of the customs, it's been a long time."

"That's it, the third master has to talk to you every day."

The two brothers led the way with great enthusiasm.

After a while, he arrived at Zi Mucheng's residence, Tiancheng Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I felt a lot of spiritual power fluctuations.

Zi Qianmo raised his eyes, just in time to see the third uncle Zi Mucheng boxing in the courtyard, Zi Mucheng was completely healed, his legs and feet were dexterous, his eyes were sharp, his fist was full of energy, he was wielding a tiger and a tiger, and the purple shadow was permeated.

A punch is punched out of the air, and it has the strength of the innate stage!

"Boom" exploded.

Ten meters away, a rock was split into several pieces from the center, and the dust was flying, and the momentum was quite extraordinary.

Zi Qianmo recognized at a glance that this set of Zi Mucheng was the "Purple Shadow Fist" that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Zi family, which was not a superb exercise, but it was one of the compulsory exercises for the children of the Zi family, and it was quite powerful to cultivate to the extreme.

"Good punch."

Zi Qianmo sighed.

This praise is heartfelt. I thought, no wonder Ziping had to deal with the third uncle at the beginning, and even ruined the third uncle's future at the expense of the three indiscriminate means, not to mention anything else, just this set of "Purple Shadow Fist", the third uncle actually realized a little bit of the artistic conception of breaking the fist.

Artistic conception can only be comprehended by a true genius.

Zi Mucheng's punch after punch actually gave people a feeling that the river could flow eastward and be vast like smoke.

"Qianmo, you're here." Just after Zi Mucheng finished playing, he heard the voice and saw his little niece, a happy smile appeared on his handsome and elegant face, and Ruyu's eyes were full of love for her, "I don't see you in January, but the third uncle misses you tightly." ”

Zi Qianmo's heart warmed.

That's probably what it feels like to be missed by your family.

The third uncle can always remind her of her friends on Kunlun Demon Mountain.

"I'll take the pulse of the third uncle."

She is not good at words, and she can't say those words that express her feelings at all. She's a doer.

"Okay." Zi Mucheng wiped a thin layer of sweat from his forehead, walked into the main hall, sat opposite Zi Qianmo, stretched out his right wrist, and handed it to her, "I feel that my body has been very good, and my cultivation has recovered to sixty percent of its heyday." Only occasionally the eyes will be blurred. ”

Zi Qianmo asked while checking the pulse: "How often can the number of blurs be?" ”

"It's not very often." Zi Mucheng replied, "It appears once every two days, and it is still within the range of patience." "It's a million times better than being blind like you used to be.

He is not a greedy man.

To see the light of day again, he is satisfied.

"No need to endure it."

"What?" Zi Mucheng didn't understand what the little niece meant for a while.