"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

The sound of several car doors closing came one after another, and more than a dozen members of the Murong family jumped out of the four black commercial vehicles parked on the side in front of the villa.

The leader is an old man, about sixty years old, his hair and beard are a little gray, he looks very good, and his martial realm cultivation is actually the peak of the heavenly rank, presumably it is the strongest person in the old courtyard of Murong Shijia Pavilion, that is, the old guy who is the most favored by Murong Jue.

Except for this powerhouse at the peak of the Heavenly Rank, the rest of the dozen or so people were all middle-aged and young people from twenty-seven or eighteen to their thirties, and the ones with low strength were only the martial artists of the peak martial realm, and the strong ones were only in the middle of the Ground Rank.

A group of more than a dozen people, except for the old man who led the way, there was no one who reached the realm of the heavenly step, Yamanla and Demon Moon Sakurako saw this scene from afar, the corners of their mouths suddenly hooked up with a touch of disdain, and after shaking their heads gently, they directly moved their eyes elsewhere.

There is a faint sense that the other party is not enough to see, and he is too lazy to look at it a few more times.

These dozen or so middle-aged and young Murong family members who followed behind the gray-haired and bearded Tianding Pavilion elder were Murong Shijia's house, that is, the henchmen of Murong Jue's father Murong Kang, and now Murong Kang happened to be not in the ancestral home, so he ordered these henchmen to go to the old courtyard of the clan pavilion and invited the Tianding Pavilion elder who loved Murong Jue the most.

As for the patriarch of the Murong family, he is also in the realm of the ground level, but he is the old man of Murong who is at the peak of the ground level, and he is also not in the ancestral residence at this moment, otherwise, most of them would have to personally lead the team at the moment.

After all, this Tianmu Mountain is the sphere of influence that has been inherited for thousands of years after the Murong family moved south to Hangzhou, and Murong Jue is the third generation of the "young master" of the Murong family, and he is bullied by others in his own property in his own family's territory.

However, if you let the old guy know that this time it is Zhou Xiaoya, a miracle doctor who has only shown his grandeur at the Huaxia Family Chamber of Commerce not long ago, and is now thriving at the level of the entire Huaxia family, I don't know how he will feel.

As he was muttering, the gray-haired old man at the peak of the Heavenly Rank had already walked to the front with a dozen or so Murong family disciples behind him, standing two feet away.

"Little girl, what are you doing at the door of the villa? Old man Murong Bo is Murong Jue's uncle and grandfather, get out of the way!"

At this moment, Yamanla and Demon Moon Sakurako stood with their hands tied, standing in front of the double-opened door on the first floor of the villa, which had obviously been kicked out, and the old man of the Tianding Pavilion of the Murong family, who called himself Murong Bo, raised his eyes and glanced at the second daughter, frowned, and drank patiently and softly.

"Brush!"

As soon as the words fell, the gloomy Demon Moon Sakurako took out the narrow Japanese samurai sword hanging behind his waist with his backhand, and his breath burst out, and a unique momentum of a strong man in the early stage of the Heavenly Rank quietly appeared from his body, and his eyes were even more ruthless, staring closely at Murong Bo who was two feet away, looking at the posture, as long as anyone on the other side dared to take a step forward, he would immediately swing the knife and slash people.

"Heavenly Rank Early Realm?"

After feeling the martial realm aura emanating from Demon Moon Sakura's body, Murong Bo, who had gray hair, was stunned for a moment, looked Demon Moon Sakura up and down a few times with complex eyes, and slowly nodded:

"At such a young age, she has already advanced to the early stage of the Heavenly Order, and the female doll's martial arts cultivation talent is really good, and the old man was far inferior to you back then...... But...... Why is it this kind of sword? It makes people unhappy!"

After speaking, Murong Bo sighed faintly, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "For the sake of your talent, the old man will not be held accountable." No matter where you come from, leave with your female companion quickly, save the old man a moment to change his mind, and you will make a mistake!"

The implication is that he obviously didn't take the demon moon Sakura in front of him in his eyes at all, not only asking the other party to quickly get out of the way, but even treating letting them leave as a great gift.

Thinking about it, the Demon Moon Sakura, who is holding the sword coldly at the moment, has only a "Heavenly Rank Initial Stage" in his martial realm cultivation, but Murong Bo's martial realm cultivation has already reached the "Heavenly Rank Peak" a few years ago, and compared with the two, it can be said that they are not at the same level of order at all.

Murong Bo confidently raised his finger casually, and he could directly suppress the little girl in front of him, so he naturally put on the kind of lofty posture that a strong man should have.

"Get out!"

As soon as Murong Bo's words fell, Yamanla, who was beside Demon Moon Sakura, turned his head and glanced at him, the light in his eyes instantly became cold, and although there was only one word in his mouth, the colossal coercion unique to the powerhouses of the innate late stage instantly swept out of her body.

If it was an ordinary low-level blood clan, under the coercion of this kind of blood clan duke that Amanra deliberately dispersed, they would immediately be suppressed and fell to the ground, trembling.

Murong Bo and the dozen or so masters of the Murong family behind him, although they were not blood clans, and they did not have the intuitive deterrence from the bloodline of the race under the pressure of the Duke of Yamanla, but the feeling of the momentum of the strong people in the late congenital stage still shocked them, and the dozen or so Murong family masters behind Murong Bo trembled uncontrollably, like a sifting of chaff.

As for Murong Bo himself, after all, he is a pavilion elder at the peak of the Heavenly Order, and he has been immersed in this realm for many years, but he has never found a chance to break through the bottleneck, and there is a faint feeling of "congenital hopelessness" in this life, but his martial arts realm strength is still quite strong, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person under the "congenital".

However, although the peak of the Heavenly Rank is powerful, it is still in the "acquired realm" after all, and if it is not "innate", it will always be just an ant.

At this moment, the aura of the strong man in the late congenital stage of Yamanla quietly diffused, and the old guy only felt a fierce momentum rolling over, and the cold hairs on his body stood up in an instant, and his eyes were even more round, and he looked at Yamanla in a daze, and was stupid for a while, and then his face suddenly turned red, and he stammered: "First first...... Late congenital stage?you...... Girl Doll You ...... Don't scare me!"

As soon as the old guy's words fell, Zhou Xiaoya's voice suddenly came from the gate of the villa behind Yamanla and Demon Moon Sakura:

"Okay, okay, let you go out to invite guests, why did you block the door? The old man is old, but he can't afford to make this kind of joke, hurry up and invite the guests in!"

Listening to Zhou Xiaoya's tone, it seemed that there was no accident, and there was a faint lazy feeling, and Yamanla, who was originally anxious, was suddenly stunned, and her hanging heart was finally completely put down.

Glancing coldly at the old man Murong Bo, who was still standing two feet away and staring at him dumbfounded, Yamanla snorted coldly, and quietly put away the aura of the Duke of the Blood Clan that diffused in his body, and the Demon Moon Sakura beside him was also a sword, and directly inserted the narrow warrior scimitar into the scabbard.

"Old gentleman, my master has spoken, please!"

Turning sideways, Yaman stretched out his hand and made a "please enter" action, but the expression on his face was still cold, like a fierce beast that had put away its fangs and was holding its breath, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.

Master?

The man who spoke up just now inside sounded very young, and he actually ...... Actually the master of the demon in the late congenital realm in front of him?

What the hell is this sacred?

The two maids who were casually sent out to welcome guests around him were actually such a strong cunzài, the same in their early twenties, one was in the early stage of the Heavenly Order, and the other was ...... But is it a congenital late stage?

This is the late stage of congenital!

Don't say that the family level at the bottom of the ancient martial arts world, even at the topmost ancient level, the powerhouses in the late congenital stage are also the mainstay of the general existence, and most of them are still the second generation of the first son who has passed forty or fifty years. But the young female doll in front of her will definitely not be more than twenty-five years old, and she is obviously a disciple of the third generation.

The late congenital stage among the three generations of descendant disciples?

Oh, my God!

It seems that the legendary "Inheritance Daozi" level figure among the seven ancient forces in the world is not so awesome, right?

But she was just the maid of the young man inside, and she took the initiative to call her "master"?

The heaven-killing Murong Jue, where did he provoke such a big Buddha, is this the rhythm that wants to kill the entire Murong family?

If it weren't for the old man's coarse spirits, I was afraid that he would have been scared out just now!

......

Thinking about these dizzying questions in his mind, Murong Bo at this moment, his face was cloudy, and he faintly seemed to be gritting his teeth. He has always been very fond of Murong Jue in his life, but for the first time he found that this kid was really a mud that couldn't support the wall, and he even dared to violate this kind of existence that could scare people to death, didn't he have eyes?

With resentment in his heart, Murong Bo cleared his throat, forcibly calmed down the surging feelings, turned his head and swept around the dozen or so Murong family disciples who were still trembling behind him, and glanced at him without a trace, and then stubbornly walked into the hall on the first floor of the villa under the gaze of Yamanla and Demon Moon Sakura.

The dozen or so Murong family disciples behind him turned their heads to look at each other, and when they saw that the elders had already moved, they secretly gritted their teeth, shrunk their necks and hurriedly followed.

Pushing the door in, as soon as he stepped into the hall on the first floor of the villa, a familiar fragrance of tea immediately came to his nose, Murong Bo sniffled, stunned for a moment as if groaning, and then blurted out: "Immortal tea?"

As soon as the words fell, the sight had clearly seen the scene in the large living room, a young handsome man, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room at the moment, was very leisurely fiddling with a teapot on the coffee table in front of him, and a pot of hot boiling water was placed next to it......