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"Yes, Brother Shi San...you follow me."

The girl named Shui'er walked ahead and led the two of them to a wooden house. Before they entered, they heard heavy coughing from inside.

Shui'er said: "The patriarch has been ill for a few days, and it is not convenient to talk too much, so I hope you can make a long story short, and I will wait here."

"Thank you."

Yuan Futu nodded, and pushed the door with Xiaodouzi to enter the wooden house.

The wooden house is very dark, only thin sunlight seeps in through the gray window screens, and you can smell the strong smell of medicine in your nose. On the wall was a hardwood bed with a thick mattress. An old man in his sixties was lying on it. He was skinny and breathed heavily. He coughed again while clutching his chest.

Yuan Futu walked up to him, but he didn't say any polite words, but put his finger on his wrist, his brows wrinkled involuntarily, and said: "Did the patriarch get injured?"

After coughing for a while, the old patriarch finally recovered, opened his cloudy and dim eyes, and said, "It's okay, who are you?"

"We are practitioners in the imperial court. I have a heartfelt request this time. I hope the old patriarch will be accommodating." Yuan Futu knew that it is not easy to move a hundred families, so his attitude was quite sincere.

The old patriarch stood up with difficulty, leaning against the yellowed wall, and said, "If you have anything to say, you may as well speak up."

Yuan Futu nodded, and then told about the relocation. As for the reason, it just explained that there might be mining here, but he didn't directly mention the high-grade ore vein.

The old patriarch snorted coldly, "You want us to relocate? It's wishful thinking. Since you are practitioners in the royal court, and your skills are superb, why do you need to ask me, the patriarch, for permission?"

Xiaodouzi said: "Patriarch, don't get me wrong. Although we are practitioners, we are not unreasonable."

"It doesn't matter if you are unreasonable or not. In my opinion, you are no different from the gang of black dragon tribes. You bully the good and fear the evil. In short, I will not agree." The old patriarch coughed violently again, his chest heaving and falling. , as if it would break open at any time, obviously it was seriously injured before.

Yuan Futu looked solemn, and said: "Please think again, the old patriarch. We will never affect the livelihood of the tribe. We will rebuild the houses for you and provide you with generous supplies..."

"Needless to say, the little old man is not feeling well, you go, I won't send you off." The old patriarch lay down again after speaking, turned sideways, unwilling to face the two of them.

Yuan Futu didn't expect the patriarch to be so resistant, but he didn't want to give up easily, so he fell into silence.

But at this moment, there was a noisy sound outside the door. When the old patriarch heard it, he sat up suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "He... why are they here again?" , and helped him out of bed.

At this moment, a young man with a ruffian face was shouting loudly with his toes high and high, and behind him stood three or four burly men with tattooed muscles and strong vitality. Physical attainments are not shallow.

Seeing the old patriarch, the dark-skinned young guy hurried over and said, "Master Patriarch, they are here again."

The old patriarch nodded slightly, and said: "Shi San, let the clansmen go home first, and I will take care of it here."

Shi San nodded, and left in a hurry.

The young man with a naughty face looked at the pure and beautiful Shui'er in front of him, and said with a smile: "Sister Shui'er, I haven't seen you for a few months, and she has become more and more beautiful. I will come to propose marriage in a few days and take you How about marrying home?"

Shui'er blushed when he heard the foul language in his mouth, and said: "Who wants to marry you, a rascal, you injured the patriarch earlier, it's really bad, leave our tribe quickly."

The young man "cut" and said disdainfully: "Who made that old guy disobedient? Your Qinghe tribe is in our territory and is under the jurisdiction of the Black Dragon tribe, so you should pay some taxes. If he doesn't pay, he is asking for trouble. Eat, this time I was ordered to collect it, I advise you to be more sensible."

"Shut up, you bastard, our tribe has lived here for nearly a thousand years. It has been passed down from generation to generation without paying any taxes at all. Why do you Black Dragon tribe?" The old patriarch trembled angrily and coughed continuously.

The young ruffian took two steps forward, and said with a sneer, "Just because we have tens of thousands of clansmen, just because our tribe has ten martial saints and three innate martial saints."

A tribe with a population of tens of thousands is already quite large, not to mention that there are so many body-refinement masters in it, it is easy to deal with the small Qinghe tribe.

"The livelihood of our whole family depends on the ten acres of land. There is no extra tax to give to you. Get out!" The old patriarch was not afraid at all and refused to back down.

"No? That's fine, if you let Shui'er be my wife, you won't have to pay this month!"

The old patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "Dream your Spring and Autumn Dream!"

A ruthless look flashed in the eyes of the young ruffian, and he kicked the old patriarch's stomach suddenly. Although he was not a master of body training, his strength was obviously too much for a frail old man.

The old patriarch fell to the ground immediately, curled up like a shrimp, coughing continuously.

"An old man who is not afraid of death!" The young ruffian spit on the ground, then walked towards Shui'er, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have been designated as my wife for the rest of your life, and you can't escape. Let me hug you first." " Saying that, she wanted to reach out to touch Shui'er's slightly swollen chest.

"do not want!"

Shui'er screamed.

At this moment, at some point, a little bald man in Tsing Yi appeared beside the ruffian youth like a ghost.

Shoulders sinking, bump slightly.

When Xiaodouzi leaned against the young ruffian's body, a huge force burst out, and there were several clicks, which seemed to be the sound of bones cracking.

Before the young ruffian could feel the pain, he had rolled over and fell more than ten feet away.

"Who? Courting death!"

Seeing this, the other three big men rushed forward. They are all masters of body training, with strong punches and kicks, piercing the air with sound.

However, no matter how powerful a body-training master is, when he meets a weak practitioner, his end will be disastrous.

Xiaodouzi didn't even use "*****xiang", he moved his footsteps slightly, stretched out his index finger, and tapped their chests at an extremely fast speed.

Click!

Three crisp sounds!

The chests of these three Martial Saint-level body refiners were instantly shattered, and they fell to the ground coughing continuously, unexpectedly the same condition as the old patriarch.