Ming Hui just shouted, the golden hall had already begun to crumble, trembling everywhere, flowing bursts of magic light, he looked frightened, knowing that the golden pill monk on the hook must be able to hear, and hurriedly shouted:

"Seniors spare their lives! Seniors spare their lives! Minghui studied under the Violet Lotus Maha, the Lotus Sect is the law and Taoism, only begging to spare the life of the little monk, and he will not set foot on the lake in the future! ”

The golden hall shook and slowly stabilized, and Minghui made a big salute in the void for a long time, and then he dared to get up and fly out for a while.

Minghui tried the newly grown arm, and looked into the golden temple magic weapon, only to see a dazzling colored light rising and falling, the broken arm had turned into a pool of white water, the golden temple was propped up to make a creaking sound, and the handsome men and dancing girls contained in it shouted and screamed, like ants on a hot pot.

"It's a pity!"

These people were collected by Minghui from all over the place, across the entire northern in various postures, and they also spent a lot of thought, seeing that they were about to be burned to death by colored light, Minghui scolded in a low voice and said:

"Give up your skins and come to my temple! Now that I have cultivated the Maha at hand, when I cultivate into a happy land, I will be happy with you! ”

So he lifted the golden temple above his head and opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth and pink lips, and his saliva was as bright as dewdrops, faintly revealing a hint of strange fragrance.

He tossed hard, and suddenly a piece of people the size of a fingernail rolled down, and fell into his mouth, Minghui's white and flawless teeth bit up and down, and for a while the severed limbs and flesh flew wildly, and bright red marks flowed on his pink lips, but all the attendants in the upper hall were ecstatic and jumped into his mouth.

After dozens of breaths, Ming Hui licked her lips and said contentedly:

"Make up for your vitality first, and then go back and ask Maha if you can keep my golden palace."

Minghui looked at the direction of Li Jing Mountain with fear, and didn't even dare to think about Li Qinghong, he walked around at the moment of life and death, and his heart was already extremely frightened, so he only secretly said:

"I'm afraid this Li family is the handiwork of which Venerable, I have never heard of it, wait until I go back and ask the master, let's go! Let's go! ”

It wasn't until Minghui left like a lost dog that all the turmoil was calmed down, only the scarlet at the bottom of the Yuting Mountain, from the threshold to the steps, was full of all kinds of filth, and several neighbors worked together to clean up the dirt on the ground, and each went home.

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Yuting Mountain has been under the rule of the An family for a long time, and it has only returned to the Li family over the years, Li Min is used to living a hard life, and the demon cultivator Murong Xia has not set off too much turmoil, and more than 100 people have died in the eyes of these people It is far less important than the good life under the rule of the Li family today, but it is just to meet and ask who is dead, and say: It's a pity, a rare good day.

Li Yuanjiao plunged headlong into the many matters of Wutu Mountain, Li Yuanping took over the affairs of the family, and gradually became busy, he held a red pen in his hand, and gently ticked the wooden tablet in front of the case.

The congenital pain made Li Yuanping look a little weak, his eyebrows were always frowned, as if there were many heavy thoughts pressing on his heart, and it was difficult to let go, even if he was sitting in the top and most honorable position in the courtyard, there was still a taste of fear.

"This year's harvest is better, and there will be fewer losses."

Li Yuanping muttered in his heart, looked at the middle-aged man serving beside him, and said softly:

"Uncle clan has been in the main courtyard of the clan for many years, and I have just run the family, and I ask the clan uncle for more guidance."

The old man on the side had sunken eyes, white temples, and ugly eyes, but the clothes on his body were neatly packed, it was Li Xiewen, the old man who ruled the family under Li Xuanxuan, was the son of Li Yesheng, and now he is almost fifty years old.

The people at the northern foot of Dali Mountain are precocious, they married a wife and had children at the age of twelve or thirteen, and in the end they only lived to be forty or fifty years old.

Li Pingyi's suicide hit this old man too hard, so that he withered, although the main family sent people to consol, but it also means that his vein completely faded out of the center of power, Li Xie Wen lingered on the position of power, just to try his best to redeem it.

Hearing Li Yuanping's inquiry, Li Xie Wen didn't dare to say anything, and replied:

"The old man has been engaged in the main courtyard of the clan for many years, so he is clearer and does not dare to give advice."

Li Yuanping waved his hand, and then saw the old man introduce:

"Nowadays, there are only three Qi cultivators in the family who are not the main veins of Qi cultivation, and there are only three people who have cultivated the Fa: An Partridge Yan who practices Qi at the seventh level, Chen Donghe who practices Qi at the fourth level, and Tian Youdao who practices Qi at the first level.

"The remaining fetal breath is two peaks, the fetal breath is three in the five-layer Yujing Wheel, the fetal breath is ten in the fourth layer, and the lower fetal breath is one hundred and fifteen in minor repairs, most of them are old guys who are not successful."

Li Yuanping nodded slightly, and Li Xie Wen continued:

"There are two fifth-layer fetal spies in the hands of the main courtyard of the clan, three four-layer fetal breaths, countless mortal spies below the fourth floor, and although there are many monks with surnames outside the family, there are only a few people worth noting."

Li Yuanping gave a seat, let the subordinate serve the tea, and said:

"Please also ask the clan uncle to teach."

Li Xie Wen thanked him, his expression was calm, and he said respectfully:

"The one with the most powerful power is Mrs. Dou of the Dou family, who is the peak of fetal breath cultivation, many clusters, like cooking oil in a fire, although the Dou family has no hope of the name of the surname, it is expected to be the surname of the truth, private spiritual field, make friends up and down, and be majestic."

Li Yuanping moved the tea on the case and stared at Li Xie Wen silently, but Li Xie Wen shook his head unconsciously, pointed to Dou Yi, who was shrunk his head and cowered as if he was about to burrow into the cracks in the ground, and continued:

"The Dou family has been placed next to Gongzi, which can be seen."

Li Yuanping exhaled, laughed, and replied:

"I already know about the Dou family."

The next Dou Yi himself has cultivation on his body, but he cowered in front of Mrs. Dou and Li Yuanping, and was pointed at by a mortal old man, anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he quietly raised his head, but saw Li Yuanping staring straight at him, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Li Xie Wen nodded silently and arched his hand:

"The Chen family relies on Chen Donghe, he has always been the head of the surname, and he is a respected guest for everyone, the old man Chen is low-key and never publicized, but the Chen family has a child called Chen Mufeng, who is seventeen years old and has been born in the fourth layer, but is a disciple of Li Qiuyang, with excellent talent and can be promoted."

"Okay."

Li Yuanping nodded with a smile, Li Xiewen's old face was full of wrinkles, and he said softly:

"As for the rest of the surnames, the Tian family is released, the Liu family is depressed, the Xu family is thin, and the Ren family is not harmonious, but Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming are not a few people, and the rest are all idle people, which are not of great use."

Li Yuanping nodded suddenly in understanding, asked a few more questions about family matters, shook Li Xiewen's hand, and said:

"I'm young and naïve, and I still want my uncle to give me more guidance on family matters."

Li Xie Wen naturally responded again and again, and after a short time retreated, Li Yuanping sat down again, pinched the jade cup on the case with pale fingers, looked at Dou Yi at the next head, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Xie Wen has been running the family under his father for many years, but it's a pity that his body is weak, otherwise I would have to entrust him with a big responsibility."

So he picked up the wooden slip and read it carefully, and then sent Li Xie Wen away, and then saw a family of soldiers report, and said respectfully:

"Childe, Madame is here."

(End of chapter)