PS Chapter 3, and

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"I don't know how thick the sky is!"

Looking at Lu Changqing's back, Wei Yan's eyes were gloomy, and he instructed his subordinates: "Send someone to keep an eye on this old thing, and find an opportunity to teach him a good lesson......

"Ma Shi said everywhere before that this old thing is kind to his Ma family, and whoever dares to get along with them in the lightning strike workshop will not be able to get along with them Ma Shi......"

Hearing this, his subordinates hesitated: "Now that the incense master is not here, if something really happens, I'm afraid that I won't be able to end it at all when I wait - or wait until the gang leader comes back?"

"Shut up!"

Wei Yan was furious when he heard this, and with a move he stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of his subordinates, and roared fiercely with a hideous face: "That old thing just used the helper to press me, and now even you dare to use the helper to press me? believe it or not, I'll kill you now!"

The subordinates' eyes burst out in the suffocation, and they begged for mercy, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"Forgive me for not daring!"

Wei Yan threw his men to the ground, and then sneered: "Do as I say, in case something happens, I will bear it...... Besides, Ma only said that it was inside the lightning strike workshop, but he didn't say how it was outside the workshop...... You can't do anything inside the shop, can't you wait for this old thing to get outside the shop before you do it?"

How dare his subordinates say more?

After getting down, he crawled out with a rolling belt.

"Rubbish-like stuff!"

Wei Yan, who was still angry, scolded the back of his subordinates for a few words, and then looked back at the tablet somewhere, and said with red circles in his eyes: "Sister, sister, this old thing is indifferent to seeing you being killed, although I don't have a chance to find a black face to avenge you myself, but I will never let this old thing go away like this......"

Inside the small courtyard.

Wang Yuan was taking account under the lamp, and the abacus was crackling.

Kang Song didn't hurry up his cultivation as usual, but stretched his neck in the courtyard and kept looking, occasionally looking back at Wang Yuan's eyes with a lot of complaints, but obviously dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak......

It wasn't until Lu Changqing's figure appeared that Kang Song, who was full of restlessness, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and welcomed Lu Changqing in, and complained: "You can greet me if there is anything in the future, don't be alone at every turn-just your cultivation, if there is really any dispute, can you stop it?"

"In this Chihua Fang, forgive Nawei Yan and don't dare to do it!"

Lu Changqing waved his hand and said: "He doesn't dare to do it, it's useless to take you, if he dares to do it, it's useless to take you with him, isn't it?"

Kang Song was choked and rolled his eyes.

Wang Yuan glanced at Kang Song, and then asked Lu Changqing what the result was.

"It's indeed for our Qingxin Tea!"

Without waiting for Lu Changqing to finish speaking, Kang Song said with a fierce face: "Cutting off people's financial paths, such as killing their parents-this Qingxin tea is the foundation of my Lu family's future future, not to mention him Wei Yan, even if that grandson wants to take it, you have to ask me Kang Song's black stick in his hand!"

"Your cultivation is also to scare and scare the cultivation of condensation, and the grandson of the people, but the cultivation of the foundation - when people look at you, I am afraid that you are already dead!"

Wang Yuan's white eyes rolled and his eyes were almost invisible, so he asked Kang Song to stay where he was cool, and then he turned around and asked Lu Changqing: "Gongsun, Xu Bin and the ancestor of the Ma family are not in the lightning strike workshop because of the matter of the cultivation of the undead, it is said that this matter should not be Gongsun's idea - as long as it is not Gongsun's idea, then everything will be easy to do!"

"It's not that simple!"

Lu Changqing shook his head and said: "This Wei Yan is not a stupid person, he will never make the mistake of taking advantage of Gongsun's absence to have no tigers in the mountains and monkeys to dominate - I guess he dares to do this, he should know that Gongsun Xu Bin has killed me because of my share of life, and what he is doing now is just pushing the boat down the river to vent his personal anger!"

Wang Yuan's face suddenly darkened, and she said in her heart that if this is the case, then it will be troublesome!

After all, Aunt Fang is also a foundation building cultivator, if Wei Yan makes his own opinion, Aunt Fang will take action to clean up Wei Yan's cultivation of such a condensing great consummation, it will be as easy as a snap.

But if what Wei Yan did was acquiesced in by Gongsun, Aunt Fang would have to take care of it, and she had to consider whether Gongsun would come back and whether the several families would be on the same page because of this.

"As long as I Kang Song still has a breath of air, I will never let him wait for Brother Lu to lose a hair!"

Kang Song stands upright like a pine, and it is rather a broken jade, not a complete tile.

"It's not as serious as you think!"

Although he was moved by the love of the two of them everywhere, Lu Changqing was still speechless when he saw the two of them like this......

After all, in his opinion, there are many solutions to this matter, and it is far from the extent that he has to fight for his life.

If all these little things can be fought for their lives......

So what should I do when the family is established in the future, the family business is big, and we will face disputes anytime and anywhere?

I'm afraid that everyone has ten heads, and it is estimated that they can't fight.

After appeasing the two, the three of them went back to their rooms.

Lu Changqing held the sword trick deduction in his hand while thinking about solving this matter......

Although he finally made up his mind, he was still a little indignant, and said that in the final analysis, he was still too poor in his cultivation...

If your cultivation is high enough, where do you need to think about it like now?

There are not long-eyed people who come to the door, and a sword is the head!

Early the next morning, Lu Changqing and Kang Song left the lightning strike workshop as usual and returned to Baori Valley.

Halfway through, a group of masked men in black shirts blocked their way.

"Don't think that if you cover your face, we won't know that you and others are from the Eagle Vulture Gang!"

Kang Song's black stick was shocked and shouted: "Hide your head and show your tail, what kind of hero is a hero-there is a kind of report to be famous, and you have a three-hundred-round battle with your Songye......"

"The surname is Kang, you are so rampant - others are afraid of you Kangsong, but I am not afraid!"

A few of them sneered, and then they thought about Kang Song with their own magic tools, and made a ball of ping-pong......

Seeing that a group of people were dragging Kang Song, another black-shirted masked cultivator slowly walked towards Lu Changqing and said, "Don't blame us for deliberately making things difficult for you, if you want to blame you, blame yourself for not knowing how to lift...... Do you really think that with the Ma clan covering you, you can treat this Thunderstrike Gorge as your own back garden, and no one will take it seriously?"

Lu Changqing was not only not afraid, but shouted at the top of his throat after hearing the words: "Senior Fang, some people say that he doesn't take you Ma in his eyes at all......

Before the words fell, the huge coercion of the foundation building was like a mountain, and Aunt Fang snorted coldly in the air: "In this Thunderstrike Gorge, there are still people who don't take my Ma clan in their eyes...... I'd like to see what kind of person he dares to speak so wildly!"

"I didn't say it!"

Seeing that Lu Changqing's fingers were about to poke his nose, the masked cultivator, who was still proud before, almost cried, and defended with a sharp voice: "Aunt Fang, don't listen to this old cultivator's nonsense - he is simply spewing blood......"

"Didn't say that?"

Lu Changqing sneered: "I didn't say that you waited for the masked to ambush us and others, what do you want? Don't tell me that you just want to make a joke with my old man, and you don't mean to fart at all not to let Ma protect Lu fart ......"

The black-shirted masked Xiu couldn't say a word for a while.