As a ghost clan, Zhou Jia has practiced hard for hundreds of years and has practiced profound tricks. He is definitely the best among the ghost clan.

Zhou Nianping used all his strength to use this palm. If it were an ordinary ghost clan, he would have already lost his soul. But Zhou Jia just groaned and shook his body a few times, but he was not affected too much.

Zhou Nianping knew something was wrong, so he simply did not stop. While Zhou Jia had not yet come back from his shock and shock, he unfolded the silver fan and drew a deep and long wound on each of his legs.

Zhou Jia couldn't hold on and immediately fell back.

Mu Changfeng took advantage of the situation to grab his back, pulled out the Chixiao sword and put it on his neck.

The wounds on Zhou Jia's legs were burning and the burning pain spread throughout his body instantly. He had insufficient spiritual power and he didn't even have the strength to escape.

Zhou Nianping said: "Young brother doesn't have to do this. The ghost clan cannot withstand the damage of the 'turbid spirit' fan."

Mu Changfeng withdrew his sword and pushed Zhou Jia aside. He gasped for a moment and sincerely praised: "Senior brother is a good method."

"Each of each other," Zhou Nianping was in a good mood. He pulled out Mu Changfeng and admired it carefully, and joked: "Junior brother, are you sure that this head is not what you think about and worry about? "

Mu Changfeng stared at Zhou Jia and said, "No matter what the reason, it's already white."

Zhou Jia suffered this great loss, but still remained elegant, with a calm expression and gentle eyebrows.

Zhou Nianping said: "Old ancestor, I didn't expect to lose to two younger boys. If you want to scold me, just curse me to the fullest. The vengeful spirit sealed on the ice sculpture tree in my house scolded me every day for being a good person, hehe."

Zhou Jia didn't want to lose his dignity in front of the younger generation, so he tried hard to support him. He smiled gently and said, "It's great. The good show played by the two young boys has deceived me."

Zhou Nianping said: "This is called the Yangtze River's waves pushing the previous waves, and the old leaves wither and new leaves grow. When you are alive, you are a failed person, and after you die, you are a failed ghost."

Zhou Jia said: "I ask you, you had known the strangeness of the silver fan in your hand, so you deliberately showed it to me?"

"You are treacherous and suspicious. Ping'er knows that it is difficult to gain your trust with her ability to brighten the lotus." Zhou Nianping gently waved the silver fan, and suddenly the silver fan appeared under the bloody light, with some landscape paintings carved with stripes.

Zhou Nianping was a little stunned and continued: "I can only control this fan for generations of the Zhou family. My father knew nothing about the origin of this fan, nor did he record the fan by his ancestors, such as the biographies and biography of this fan. Ping'er was curious and after several searches, he learned some useful information."

Zhou Jia said: "He is your opponent, are you willing to save him?"

Zhou Nianping said: "Pinger has no fame and fortune in her heart, and has never regarded her junior brother as an opponent. You judge a gentleman with the heart of a villain, which is the fundamental reason for your failure."

"Okay, okay, very good," a hint of despair suddenly appeared in the calm expression of the Zhou family, "The Zhou family is the last one."

Zhou Nianping said: "What, do you still think you have the ability to kill me?"

The Zhou family shook their heads and said, "The descendants of the Zhou family are like me. What is the difference between you and the dead? A man and a real man come to the world and walk through it. He should make achievements and trample on sentient beings. You are not ambitious, short-sighted, trusting others. How can a man with a dignified seven-foot-foot man be inferior to others?"

Mu Changfeng was about to refute. When Zhou Nianping saw his mouth move, he knew that his mouth was about benevolence, righteousness and kindness. He was very impatient. "I just like to be inferior to others. What can you do to me? Ping'er is born with a bone of treacherous and lazy. When she wakes up, eats, drinks when she drinks enough, and goes to play when she drinks enough. When she loses all the money at home, find a hemp rope to tie a rope, kicks her legs and closes her eyes, and follows the ghost crew to hell. Hehe, it's a happy congratulations, everything is good."

Zhou Jia was depressed and shook his head and said, "How come the Zhou family has something like you that is unpromising."

"I'm very good compared to my father." Zhou Nianping looked aggrieved, "I'll tell you what cowardly he did. When he was young, he had a crush on a girl. He didn't dare to eat it all day long. He didn't dare to say it with love and infatuation. Unexpectedly, he accidentally had to marry a girl he didn't like."

"No prospect, no prospect."

"Later he had me, but he was thief-hearted and became fat. In order to marry his beloved girl, he risked his life to enter the Daxue Mountain to catch corpses and make himself a disabled person."

"It's really a bad luck."

Zhou Nianping touched his eyebrows, suppressed his smile, and said, "When the girl saw that he was disabled, she turned around and got along with others. My father, the famous disciples under the head of the Yulong Pavilion, think about how many talented women and beautiful women were chasing him and not marrying him. In the end, he was abandoned by a girl."

Zhou Jia's ears were buzzing, almost unable to hold on, "Courage."

Zhou Nianping said: "My father is not giving up. In order to marry someone, he is cruel to force my mother to death. He wants to be a father to the child in his belly. He is not happy. He elopes with his lover all night. From then on, my father is cruel and devoted himself to fighting for power and profit, and plots against everyone in the pavilion. Changfeng was still a child when he went down the mountain for the first time, and he almost lost his life."

Zhou Jia suddenly saw hope, and his eyes flashed with excitement, staring at Zhou Nianping with a burning look.

Zhou Nianping wanted this effect, intending to make Zhou Jia go back and forth between despair and hope, and finally, he was completely desperate, saying, "I want to avenge my mother. I found that woman. My father was panicked and begged constantly, 'Son, don't kill her, Dad has been thinking about her for decades. My beloved woman must not die, Daddy will die with his eyes open if he doesn't marry her as a wife.' Ping'er, I am angry and sad. What a lover, who was abused to death by a stinky woman, why didn't he have a little memory?"
Chapter completed!