"Hahahahahahahahahahaha" Just when Xuan Robin was a little at a loss, a hearty laughter sounded from behind Xuan Robin. Seven people with crane hair and childish faces also wearing red robes walked out from behind. The seven elders of Xuanmen each carried a dragon-headed crutch in their hands. The old people who were already old all burst into a terrifying momentum at this moment.

"Lu Yiyan, you are an old man who is an old man who is not dead, are you really here to kick the house today?" Xuan Mingtong squatted heavily on the ground with a crutch, and his eyes burst into three feet of cold light. He looked at the Xuanmen Masters coldly and said, "Do you really think that Xuanmen is authentic and has no one, so you can bully him?"

Lu reached out and pulled his snow-white beard and said, "The Xuanmen Master has been doing things against the times in the past six months, intending to unify the entire Feng Shui master world. This is unpopular and against the will of heaven. So we came to the door today to ask for an explanation."

Miyamoto Tenzaki slowly turned the wheelchair, moved his body forward silently, staring at Xuan Mingtong and said, "We are still alive, and Tu has been buried on the neck long ago. Since sooner or later, I just made some words clear and vented all the unhappiness in my heart."

The boss of Wang also rolled his eyes and said, "Everyone is a member of the Xuanmen who tells fortunes and seeks dragons to point acupoints. The water of the well is not invading the river, but your Xuan family is becoming more and more greedy and wants to swallow the entire market in one bite. Don't you think the food is too ugly, and you are too greedy?"

"What does our Xuan family want to swallow the entire market in one bite?" Xuan Mingdao's face was filled with anger, and his white beard was blown away: "Is it wrong for us to inherit the Xuanmen culture and carry forward the physiognomy of the Master? You bastards who don't know the hearts of good people."

The second son of Wang's family showed his cold white teeth and his dark lips turned upwards, and said mockingly: "The Xuan family has always been greedy and has always occupied 30% of the court master market. This share is the largest share in the Chinese world. Why do you still have to re-open the sect? Isn't it just to occupy the entire market 100% and to run other sects and other court masters without business?"

Wang's second son said that his eyes were full of disdain: "The development of bullshit is probably the dominant family with evil intentions. Don't sing high-profile here. We don't believe what you said at all."

The third son of Wang's family also stood up and said loudly: "Since we are here today, we have never thought of going back alive. We will be sure to kick this museum today."

Faced with these unreasonable and unreasonable troubles that did not understand people, the Qi Lao of the Xuan family kept trembling with anger. Why did they encounter such a bunch of bastards? The good things were misinterpreted by them as they are now? They explained it intentionally but found that it was useless. The clay man still had three parts of earth. Xuan Mingtong's palm qi continued to tremble. The dragon head crutch in his hand paused heavily on the ground, and he exhaled and said, "Since this is the case, I have nothing to say, whatever you think."

Xuan Qinghe, who had not spoken, walked out from behind, and looked at a group of people opposite him with ulterior motives and bad intentions. The old man who had experienced the test of iron fire in the war had a strong and strong bones on his body and said breathlessly: "Since you are here to kick the kiosk, then draw a trail. Whether it is a literary fight or a martial fight, the Xuanmen Master will take it all today." After Xuan Qinghe said that, his palm was put on his hand, and Ting Yuan's momentum rose up all over his body.

"Okay, okay" The second ancestor of Fengyun, who is also strong in character, couldn't help but slap his hands and shout. They like Xuan Qinghe's personality very much, with strong and firmness, one spitting and one nailing, and being a man would rather break than bend.

Li Jingang's eyes even more excited, and he looked Xuan Qinghe up and down seven times: "He is bloody and capable, but unfortunately his realm is lower. I really want to accept him as a disciple. Unfortunately, his bones are too old and his qualifications have been established."

"Eiwen and martial arts can be fought." Lu Yiyan's evil aura rose. He was also a strong man who came out of the war years. He was a person who once fought against Asia's number one killer, Ya Qiao. Jing Duojianguang had already cultivated Tingyuan's demeanor on his body and stood there majestic.

"Lu Yiyan" Xuan Qinghe's pupils gradually narrowed. He unexpectedly met a master who was older than him. Before Xuan Qinghe became famous, Lu Yiyan was already famous all over the world. When Xuan Qinghe was still fighting the Japanese with Sheng Lao in the mountains and forests, Lu Yiyan had already criticized Zhongzheng and Taizu's fortune telling.

"Xuanqing and" Lu showed off his senior master's demeanor at first glance: "Today I will not bully you, the younger generation. If you say you are a literary fight, you will fight in your own hands. If you say you are a martial fight, you will fight in your own hands."

According to Xuan Qinghe's age, Lu Yiyan is already a hundred years old. Although his figure looks strong, his body functions have dropped significantly. If Xuan Qinghe chooses to fight Lu Yiyan, he may have beaten Lu Yiyan to death with three punches and two kicks. After all, Xuan Qinghe's cultivation has reached the level of true qi transformation liquid.

"What a big tone." Xuan Qinghe also felt angry in his heart. His palms clenched into fists, and his joints crackled, and his mouth was like a golden sound: "I have been practicing hard for years and my skills have reached the realm of transformation. If you dare to fight with me, I can take your life with one fist."

Xuan Qinghe said, and he let out a sharp roar, his body bent slightly and his horse stance was smashed into the bluestone slab on the ground with the whistling sound of the wind.

A total of tens of thousands of bluestone slabs were laid in the entire mountain gate, and each of the quaint bluestone slabs weighed ten thousand kilograms. When laying bluestone slabs, they were installed and laid with lifting machinery. Some places where it was difficult to enter and exit the machine were carried by eight strong young men, jointly lifting the bluestone slabs and walking in.

Each bluestone slab was real and extremely hard. As Xuan Qinghe's fist hit a sound explosion in the air, the bluestone slab on the ground was smashed by Xuan Qinghe's fist. The seemingly thin old man actually exhaled and pulled up the solid bluestone slabs on the ground, and threw his arm directly in front of Lu Yiyan.

A hint of refreshing flush appeared on Xuan Qinghe's face, and he stared at the deer with his eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Rumbled, the thick bluestone slabs hit the ground, and the originally flat land trembled three times. The hard bluestone slabs were about fifty centimeters thick, but now there was a trace of a fist piercing through the thick bluestone slabs.

The person who was originally confident in the game, when he saw Xuan Qing and such a strong combat power, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit. It was too cruel, too arrogant, and too domineering. Fighting with such a person was completely committing suicide.

"The courage of thousands of men is not worthy of it." Li Jingang slapped and shouted: "It's a pity that this little guy was born at the wrong time. If he could live in the war years and in the era of cold weapons, he would definitely be a general who ruled the other side."

"It's boring" Lei Yun shook his head: "Just want to watch some hot and bloody fighting scenes, but who knew that this kid's punch had such strong destructive power? Look at the old arms and legs opposite him, all of them were so scared that their faces were white and they had no intention of fighting. They would definitely not be able to fight."

Lei Feng nodded solemnly, and then asserted: "This is really disappointing."

Everyone outside started to talk about it. The ordinary people who had no skills in their eyes whispered: "Is this a martial arts scene that was deliberately rehearsed? Look at the props that are really like big bluestone, but how can people have such strength? Are they props made of gypsum?"

Another guy also twitched his head and said very well, "I think it should be a prop. An elderly man cannot have such explosive power, and even more so fast. Look at how strong the hard bluestone slab needs to be, and how fast it needs to be to penetrate it?" As he said that, he stepped on the ground with his feet: "At least I don't have humans to do it."

Just as the people around were talking, Lu was full of suspicion at first glance. He smashed the bluestone with one punch, and he could do this skill when he was young. But he broke through the bluestone slab as thick as fifty centimeters with one punch. Not to mention that he had never seen such a thing, he had never heard of it.

The five-person team of the palace-level prime ministers were all surrounded in front of the bluestone slabs. Lu Yiyan even squatted down and touched the bluestone slab that was penetrated. The interface between the penetration was very brilliant, and the material and texture seemed real. Especially when the palm was touched by the penetration, Lu Yiyan could feel the high temperature of the fist rubbing due to rapidity.

"How can he be so strong?" Miyamoto Tenzaki's heart became more and more ominous, and he whispered in surprise: "He alone can defeat all of us here."

The old deer smiled and said with a smile: "Since he is so strong, why do we still fight with him?" Never underestimate the thickness of the old fox's face. When they have lived to a certain age, secular etiquette and human favors are ridiculous things in his eyes. He only cares about how to achieve his goal, and does not care whether he has lost face.

So Lu Yiyan said with a smile: "Since you don't want to fight martial arts, then we will fight with literature. A gentleman doesn't speak or move..." As time goes by, as he grows up, Lu Yiyan, who once left a strong and famous reputation on the land of China, actually chose to retreat. In order to let Lu Yiyan help him criticize the eight characters to change his fate, Zhang Dashui in the Northeast used eight guns to press Lu Yiyan's head. The powerful strange man was strong and strong. He didn't agree to pull the trigger in the end.

If the first shot of Zhang Dashuai was a dud, I'm afraid Lu would have died in that small military camp at a long time and would not have lived like a demon until now.

Lu Yiyan's answer surprised everyone around him, and the ancestor who was watching the show even bent his lips. Lei Yun first said, "Is it necessary to be so shameless, and he said so arrogantly, it's so shameless."

Lei Feng expressed his appreciation for Lu Yiyan: "A real man should be like this. He must be able to bend and stretch. He must be strong even though he knows that he is defeated, he must be strong. That is not a real man but just a reckless man."
Chapter completed!