In the hall of the Zhao Mansion, several elderly people studied the strategy of fighting the enemy. One of the old men analyzed the enemy situation and said, "The ancestor of the Han family has been in retreat for a hundred years, so let's not mention it for the time being. There are four cultivators in the older generation who have reached the sixth festival, and they will probably not come in person because of this incident. The cultivation of the head of the Han family is said to have reached six knots close to the older generation, and most of the rest are five knots. As for the younger generation, only Han Shaoqing on the small list is five sections, and the others are not worth mentioning. ”

Old Man Zhao said: "There will be at least one sixth-section master tonight, and there will be more five-section masters." It's not good!"

The little old man Fu Shan blew his beard and glared, and said, "Old Hero Zhao doesn't need to worry, although our cultivation is a little worse, fortunately, there are many people, and there is no need to be afraid of them." ”

Old Man Zhao is not so optimistic. The so-called boxing is mainly to support and suppress the scene, how many people can sacrifice their lives to fight when it comes to life and death? Thinking about it, the old man Zhao said: "Zhao someone is here again to thank you for coming to help the boxing, if the form is not right tonight, I hope you will protect your lives!"

As he spoke, a long laugh sounded from outside the door, and as far as everyone could see, a black shadow floated in and stood directly on the courtyard wall outside the hall. This is a middle-aged man who seems to be in his forties, armed with a spear, extremely dark complexion, and his whole body is shrouded in a black canopy. He looked at the heroes of the Zhao Mansion and sneered: "Zhao Kuo, do you still plan to go to the coffin with the Zhao family's marksmanship? Can these guys who help you defeat Han Xiubei? Haha! I just want to borrow Zhao's marksmanship, why are you so stubborn?"

Li Mu looked at the black-faced man, and then at Old Man Zhao and the heroes, their faces were not very good-looking at this time. He pulled Xiao Gongzi's sleeve, Xiao Lang understood, and said in a low voice: "This is the black-faced Yama Xuanzhengqing, one of the four altar masters of the Demon Sect, the real Seven Sections!"

Li Mu was stunned, no wonder this guy was so angry, saying that he could save the current predicament of the Zhao Mansion. If it is seven sections, it will be more than enough to deal with the masters of the Han family in five or six sections. Of course, the premise is that the ancestor of the Han family does not come out.

Old man Zhao Kuo shook his sleeves and said, "Demon Sect thieves, don't be delusional." Even if Zhao dies, he will never cut off the inheritance of his ancestors in my hands. ”

"Pedantic!" The black-faced Yan Luo Xuanzheng snorted coldly, and said: "In this case, then this seat is here to watch the Han family come over and destroy you, and at that time, I will ask the Han family for it, presumably the Han family will be happy to lend Zhao's marksmanship to this seat to read." ”

"You!" Zhao Kuo pointed at Xuanzheng and was speechless, his chest rose and fell, but he was helpless. The heroes in the hall who had just denounced the Demon Cult were silent at this time, and sat sullenly on their seats.

After listening to the conversation between Zhao Kuo and Xuan Zhengqing, Li Mu made up his mind not to interfere in the affairs of the Zhao Mansion anymore. He admired Old Man Zhao's personality, but ...... As Xuan Zhengqing said, he is more pedantic. To put it nicely, when the Han family came to the door, the Zhao Mansion dealt with it alone. To put it mildly, when the time comes, it will help the boxers to help, or die or be injured, isn't it better to have a set of marksmanship?

Thinking of this, Li Mu confessed, walked out of the hall with the teapot, sat down on the stone chair in the courtyard, and poured himself a drink, he was ready to watch the development of the situation with a cold eye.

As time went by, more and more heroes rushed to the Zhao Mansion, and the heroes who were reminiscing at the door just now also walked into the courtyard together and walked straight into the hall.

Just after seven o'clock, a gray-clothed man about forty years old came with a sword, and he was stunned when he saw Xuan Zhengqing on the courtyard wall, and then he arched his hand and said, "Xiubei has seen Yama's predecessors. ”

Xuanzheng Qing didn't move at all, and slowly spoke: "There are some small things in this seat that I ask the head of the Han family, I don't know ......."

Han Xiubei glanced at the people in the Zhao Mansion and said with a smile: "Could it be that the predecessor wants to be the speaker of the Zhao Mansion?"

Xuanzheng laughed and said: "No, no, no, this seat is going to wait here to watch the Han family master kill the Quartet, but I want to borrow the Zhao Mansion's marksmanship to read it later, I don't know what the Han family thinks?"

Han Xiubei had a smile on his face and said, "The juniors must do their best to help the seniors find the Zhao family's marksmanship!"

Xuan Zhengqing finally moved, raised his hand and hugged his fist, and said, "Thank you!"

The faces of the heroes of the Zhao Mansion were extremely ugly, and Zhao Kuo's face was even more pale, glaring at the two people on the wall of the courtyard. Han Xiubei stood with his hands in his hands, looked up to the sky and said: "The Han family is here tonight to do business, please leave a convenience for the heroes, and the Han family will report something in the future." Otherwise, he is the enemy of the Han family. After finishing speaking, the head of the Han family stopped making a sound, and stood quietly on the courtyard wall with the black-faced Yan Luo Xuanzhengqing, like two sculptures.

Xiao Lang walked out of the hall, came to Li Mu's side and sat down, and said, "What is Brother Muzi thinking?"

Now there is no sound inside and outside the house, and the falling needles can be heard, and Xiao Lang's voice immediately spread throughout the audience as soon as he opened his mouth. Li Mu seemed to smile and said, "I'm wondering if pedantry can really kill people." ”

Xiao Lang let out a long sigh and said, "I thought of it with Brother Muzi in Xia, I don't know if our answer is the same?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time spat out a word: "Yes!"

Everyone in the hall glared angrily at the two of them, and Zhao Kuo, the old man Zhao, bowed his head and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. On the courtyard wall, the eyes of the head of the Han family looked at Xuan Zhengqing, and Xuan Zhengqing's eyes fell on the two teenagers in the courtyard. For a while, the huge Zhao Mansion was quiet again.

At this time, Xuan Zhengqing let out a chuckle and said, "But Xiao Gongzi, who is ranked eighty-third on the small list, Xiao Lang?"

Xiao Lang got up and clenched his fists and said, "Exactly!"

Xuanzheng Qingdao: "Xiao Yin broke the river and Qin Tianyou is okay?"

Xiao Lang said: "The family teacher is fine. ”

"Who is this young man?" Xuan Zhengqing's gaze fell on Li Mu. Li Muduan sat on the stone chair and hugged his fists and said, "Muzi." Yamano Villager, insignificant. ”

"Not necessarily!" Xuan Zhengqing's face was extremely dark, and he couldn't see the change in his expression, but he could hear his cold voice: "How can it be a mountain village man who can hurt Qiao Bozheng, the phantom hand of the Ten Scattered People?"

Li Mu did not deny it, and Xuan Zhengqing continued: "This is a must, this seat wants to ask the young man for his best moves. ”

Li Mu took a sip of tea, and spit out four words with an extremely forced expression: "Waiting for you at any time!"

Look forward?

Waiting for a fart!

Li Mu is very clear about the gap between the fifth section and the seventh section! For example, the goods in Chonglou, he used forty percent of his internal strength to fight against himself, although it took some twists and turns, but he was able to defeat him steadily. He uses fifty percent of his internal force to win or lose in the number of five or five, and if he uses sixty percent of his internal force, he has no room to fight back!

This is hierarchical suppression!

Although this Xuanzhengqing has only just entered the seventh festival, it is by no means the current Li Muneng to call for it.

Of course, if there is a real fight, Li Mu may not be afraid of him, is the Yin Lizhu left by the little Lori Susu an ornament?