Nan Huan sighed, and said helplessly: "People are interested in the young master of the Nan family, if I want to be the young master, of course I want to marry! As the young master of the Nan family, shouldn't I make a little sacrifice for the sake of outstanding offspring?"

"It depends on women to improve their cultivation, this way, I don't want to cultivate!"

After saying this, Nan Shujing simply relaxed his suppressed and tense muscles, and added a little indifferently: "I'll go and tell my grandfather later, I don't deserve to return this young master to you!

"You!" Nan Huan's face turned blue and white, obviously angry.

He knew best that this young master didn't just let him go, and his son was indeed the most outstanding one in these two or three generations.

In this cultivation realm, where a cultivator gives birth to an heir, the more outstanding the qualifications, the more difficult it is, and this law applies to both the demon race and the human race.

He also wants to choose the best of the best, so that his son can have the best offspring, and he was also so rational back then, so that he could have a son with good qualifications like Nan Shujing.

But his kindness was let down and misunderstood.

"You'll regret it!" Nan Huan threw down this sentence and flicked his sleeves and left.

Nan Shujing stood in place and said in a low voice: "I won't regret it." ”

I don't know if I said it to myself or to Nan Huan.

After that, Nan Shujing went in the opposite direction of the living room and quickly went deeper into the Nan family's ancestral house.

Lin Xuanzhen withdrew his divine sense.

It's not that she doesn't want to continue to let the filaments of divine consciousness follow Nan Shujing, but that three masked people with swords suddenly broke into the living room.

The cultivation of those three people was all in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, which was a little worse than Nan Shujing.

The scene is slightly familiar.

By the way, more than a year ago, I also encountered it when I recruited disciples from Southwest Prefecture to return to Tianlei Gate.

Without waiting for Lin Xuanzhen to think about it, An Simei, who originally wanted to stretch out her chopsticks to catch the fish, let go of her hand, and the jade chopsticks fell to the ground, making two superimposed crisp sounds.

It seems that the three of them released the coercion of the Yuanying Monk at the same time.

Lin Xuanzhen immediately controlled the stool under An Simei and pulled it back, protecting her behind her and blocking the coercion.

She already understood what was going on at this time, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this method is really rotten and lacking in heart, and it can't have the desired effect.

But they came just in time, and this is opportunity education!

Wait until the matter is dealt with later, and then tell Senior Sister An, she will definitely stay away from Nan Shujing.

She no longer has to worry about this Hanhan sister being taken away by an old wolf who has been hungry for five hundred years.

Shrimp also found out that the person who came was not good, and she immediately released the breath of her transformation into a demon, and her hands turned into shrimp claws with a big face again.

As a green figure flashed, and after the two spirit swords cracked, she clamped down on the two Yuan Infant Cultivators with one hand.

If it weren't for Lin Xuanzhen shouting "don't kill" in advance, not only would the spirit sword be broken, I'm afraid there would already be four corpses lying on the ground at this moment.

Rao was like this, and the two infant monks couldn't get rid of the shrimp claws that almost snapped them.

The only thing the two of them could do was let out a scream to relieve the pain in their waists that seemed to be slowly cut into by a sharp blade.

In front of the shrimp in the refining period, the two of them were like babies in their infancy, and they had no backhand.

said that it was too late, and the other person saw that the shrimp was unable to make a move, so he took out a bell without hesitation, and his mind instantly changed to two people.

Then the bell flew above Lin Xuanzhen and An Simei's heads, as a hood.

"Stop!" a more mature and deep male voice sounded, followed by a loud "dang-" from the bell on the ground.

Shrimp was continuing to control the two infant monks, fearing that one of them would accidentally clip them into two pieces.

Hearing the loud noise, she turned her head to look at it and turned around, not worried that something would happen to the two of them.

Then Shrimp stared at the Terran monk who had just entered the living room and made her feel a little oppressed.

The one who spoke out to stop it was the head of the Nan family, Nan Wen.

Nan Wen was listening to Nan Shujing say something like "not a young master" at that time, and he sensed a powerful demonic aura rising into the sky, and he thought that a big demon had invaded the Nan clan, so he took Nan Shujing, who came to see him, and teleported here.

But he was still late, and the other two were already covered by the bell he knew all too well.

This is considered a matter of offense.

"Who are you?!let go of my guest. Nan Shujing couldn't calm down.

Anyone who saw his favorite nun trapped by the bell would be anxious, and he was ready to take action against the masked monk who controlled the bell-type magic weapon.

With a wave of his hand, Nan Wen fixed the masked man who was about to escape with the bell.

He sighed, and Nan Shujing, the heir who was very optimistic about him, signaled: "Go, open it and take a look." ”

Nan Shujing did not hesitate to bypass the shrimp and go to lift the huge bell.

"Shu Jing, what I asked you to lift is the man's masked cloth towel!" Nan Wen somewhat understood Nan Huan's mentality at this time.

In the past, Nan Shujing was a clever child, and he never made a mistake.

"But......" Nan Shujing glanced at his grandfather's face, with his grandfather here, An Simei and Lin Xuanzhen should not have to worry about their lives.

Thinking about it, Nan Shujing took a bitter face and lifted the masked cloth towel on the face of the owner of the bell.

Seeing the face that was eight points similar to himself, Nan Shujing was shocked and said, "Dad, why are you?!"

He said, "Why is that clock so familiar!"

It turned out to be his father's departing bell.

The Divine Clock, as the name suggests, can separate the soul from the body.

Once trapped by the Divine Bell, as long as the cultivation is not as good as the master of the spiritual weapon, it is equivalent to being controlled by the owner of the spiritual weapon.

Nan Shujing understood everything in an instant, and after walking a few steps, he tore off the masked cloth towels of the two people on the shrimp tongs, and sure enough, they were all people he knew.

"Nanshu, Nanshen!" The look on Nan Shujing's face was mixed with disappointment and anger, and his eyes were red, "Why do you want to do this?!"

Of these two people, one is the previous young master who once replaced Nan Huan, and the other is also Nan Huan's cousin who has a good relationship.

"Shu Jing. Nan Wen called Nan Shujing to calm him down.

Then he raised his hand and put the bell away, but the two people under the bell were nowhere to be seen.

Shrimp Stream's eyes widened in surprise at this time, and the pliers on her hands unconsciously tightened a little, and with the screams and begs for mercy from the two of them, she turned her head to look at the monk with the highest cultivation.

"What about Shrimp's sister and An Simei?!"

Nan Wen didn't know that he had just come out of retreat, and he was still sorting out his gains and insights from this retreat, so he encountered this kind of thing one after another, and he still needed a little time to digest and analyze it.

Seeing that Nan Wen was silent, the shrimp waving the two pincers on his side up and down, ignoring the fact that the two Yuanying monks had been thrown by her and fainted, and said loudly: "Where did you hide the shrimp's sister and An Simei?!The shrimp is going to be angry, hurry up and return the shrimp!"