The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Hecheng Wutongju.

Xu Guoli was lazily leaning against the gate, looking at the uncertain sky.

"Hey, does Li Muchen live here?"

At some point, an old Taoist suddenly appeared, wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a sword. He looked like an actor who had just come out of the set and hadn't had time to change clothes.

Xu Guoli was startled, wondering where this veteran appeared from.

However, he knew that Li Muchen came from Xuanmen, and he might be an elder of the sect. Although the tone of his words made him very uncomfortable, he did not dare to neglect and said:

"Master Li does live here. Who are you?"

"That's fine."

The Taoist priest walked toward the door without saying a word.

Of course Xu Guoli refused to give in and stepped forward to block the door.

"Oh, I have practiced some kung fu! Get out of the way!" said the Taoist priest.

Xu Guoli was originally a soldier and had a solid foundation in kung fu. After Li Muchen helped him heal his leg injury, he spent this year in Wutongju fighting against various masters every day, and his kung fu progressed rapidly.

"Taoist priest, I'm just a gatekeeper. Don't make things difficult for me. Please tell me your name and whereabouts so that I can go in and report." Xu Guoli said.

"Hmph! It's true that the evil ones are arrogant!" The Taoist priest snorted coldly, "Get out of the way, or I won't be polite!"

Xu Guoli finally heard it, this guy came with bad intentions!

"Taoist Priest, if you are here to be a guest, our young master and his wife are hospitable people. I will go in and inform you, and then welcome you in. I will provide you with good tea, good food and good entertainment. But if you are here to cause trouble, please come back!"

"Lulu!"

The Taoist priest's face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, Xu Guoli flew up and hit the lintel of the door with a bang.

A few bricks and tiles on the door lintel were knocked off and fell to the ground together with Xu Guoli.

Xu Guoli groaned, feeling his blood vibrating, his chest suffocating, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Taoist priest's strength was extraordinary, and he was seriously injured with just a wave of his hand.

He knew that he met a master today, but due to his responsibilities, he couldn't let the other person walk in like this.

Xu Guoli was over fifty years old. He had been away from the military camp for twenty years. At this moment, his soldier's bloody nature was activated again. He covered his chest, got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face became cold and solemn. road:

"If you want to get in from here, you have to kill me and step in from my body!"

The Taoist priest seemed a little surprised, and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that there would be such a loyal person around me, but it's a pity that you are with the wrong person! I didn't want to kill you, it was you who asked for it, so I will fulfill your wish!"

Then he saw the dust in his hand waved, and the dust curled towards Xu Guoli.

Although Xu Guoli's martial arts skills were good, he had no ability to resist when faced with such an innate master.

The body was suddenly caught in dust threads and flew into the air.

Every thread is like a steel wire, cutting into his skin. As long as the Taoist priest makes a thought, he will be cut into minced meat, cleaner than a meat grinder.

But at this moment, a piece of white light shot out from under the courtyard wall, like a knife, cutting into the dust.

The Taoist priest exclaimed in surprise: "There is also a formation! Huh, look at me breaking the formation!"

With a shake of his wrist, the dust threads let go of Xu Guoli and spread all over the sky, like a big net, covering Wutongju.

At the front, back, left, right, and in all directions of Wutongju, Gang Qi shot out, as if there was an army lying in wait. At this time, thousands of arrows were fired, shooting into the dust net in the sky.

Xu Guoli fell from mid-air and landed in the yard with a bang.

The people in Wutongju had long been alarmed.

"Uncle Xu!" Ma Shan rushed out first and hugged Xu Guoli.

I saw that Xu Guoli's body was bruised and bloody, and even his facial features were a little unclear.

There was a crackling sound in mid-air, and the strong energy emitted from the ground shot out many holes in the dust net. A dust net turned into a sieve and lost its power.

I saw a Taoist priest floating in mid-air, with a sword on his back and a bald whisk handle in his hand.

"It's just a small formation, don't even think about blocking me!"

The Taoist priest suddenly threw the dust handle, flew into the air, and suddenly turned into a huge one, like Optimus Prime falling, or like Mount Tai suddenly collapsing, and smashed down towards the yard.

I saw the sycamore tree in the yard suddenly rising into the sky, its branches spreading, and its canopy swelling, turning into a giant umbrella and holding it over the yard.

The huge pillar fell on the tree crown, making a clattering sound.

The sycamore tree returned to its normal appearance, except that its leaves were flying and falling all over the courtyard in the wind.

"Hey! I have some knowledge!" The Taoist priest seemed a little surprised.

Ma Shan raised his head and said angrily: "Who are you, dare to break into Wutong Residence?"

The Taoist priest glanced at him: "Are you Li Muchen?"

"Your grandpa Mashan! Who are you? You have the guts to fight San Lily!" Mashan said.

"It's not Li Muchen!" The Taoist priest was a little disappointed, "Call Li Muchen out. The person I want to kill today is Li Muchen, and it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

Mashan was furious: "What the hell! You dare to say such arrogant words!"

After that, he punched the sky wildly.

The fist wind is so strong that it rises into the sky like a tornado.

The Taoist priest snorted coldly: "Pearl of rice!"

When he flicked his sleeves, the sleeves of his robe fell down like dark clouds.

Mashan's boxing wind quickly dissipated under the dark clouds, and the dark clouds suddenly fell on Mashan.

There was a snap, and the long sleeve hit Ma Shan's face.

Mashan felt like he had been hit in the face with a shovel, feeling dizzy and in burning pain.

"Huh?" The Taoist priest in the air seemed a little surprised.

His Liuyun Iron Sleeve would make ordinary people turn into powder even if they touched it. This guy was hit hard by the sleeve, but it was still slapped in the face, and he seemed to be fine.

Looking at Ma Shan again, he covered his face with endless anger rising in his chest.

It's okay to hit people, but slap them in the face?

"what--"

He roared and punched again.

And the moment he punched, a light of nothingness flashed through his body.

This little light made the old man floating in the sky slightly stunned, and his expression became solemn.

With a swish, he pulled out the sword from behind.

"Hmph! What kind of monster dares to steal someone's cauldron and use it to practice? Let me destroy you!"

At this time, as Ma Shan punched, a whirlwind that was much more violent than before rose from the ground.

Ma Shan seemed to have transformed into a giant dragon, hidden in the tornado, and was attacked by the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest also swung his sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, and it struck down in the air.

With a bang, the sword energy split open the tornado.

But in the misty dust, an oil lamp appeared.

With a clang, the sword struck the oil lamp.

The lights flickered on and off.

With a bang, the tornado dissipated, the sword energy disappeared, and Wutong Curie regained his composure in an instant.

Mashan stood on the ground, clenching his fists and facing the sky.

Veins popped out on his face, his forehead was covered with sweat, his muscles were stiff, and his bones seemed to have been hit hard. He didn't dare to move, as if if he moved, his whole body would be shattered.

Ma Shan was still annoyed that he couldn't catch someone's sword.

What he didn't know was that what was floating above his head was Mu Xingye, the previous head of Zhongnan's faction. He had been in seclusion for a period of time and had survived the thunder tribulation.

If the soul lamp hadn't blocked the sword for him, he would have been wiped out by the sword.

At this time, Mu Xingye, who was floating in the sky, was even more shocked than Mashan.

He looked at the sword in his hand. The blade was dull and dull.

What exactly is that thing like an oil lamp?

Just being caught by a lamplight, this famous sword that had followed him for two hundred years actually lost its aura.