The last cultivator

Chapter 67

Following the icy voice, a colonel dressed as a military commander came in with fast strides, stopped firmly under his feet, and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.

"He, you Mu family can't move!"

A loud and cold voice came from his mouth, which made everyone's eardrums buzz. At the same time, the soldiers pointed their guns at everyone in the Mu family.

The atmosphere froze in an instant, and Mrs. Han turned pale with fright, her body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground in fright.

Frightened, Mrs. Han suppressed the shock in her heart, and asked in a low tone: "Who are you, why did you break into my...Mu's house?" Looking over, she was naked and emotionless, as if she would be killed if she said aloud.

"Let go!" The colonel said coldly, and several armed police surrounded the bodyguards, making them very nervous.

"Mr. Bai, you can come out now." The colonel's tone softened a little, and when Mrs. Han heard it, it was no less than a bomb exploding in her ear.

"He... Mr. Bai, he called you here?"

"It's impossible!" Mrs. Han was in a trance. She clearly remembered that Bai Lengye was just an ordinary rural child. How could he possibly know such a powerful person under the feet of the emperor.

Under the eyes of all the audience, Bai Lengye let go of Mu Yanran, turned around and walked over silently, those bodyguards did not dare to stop her, and the armed police guarded by the side with explosion-proof shields.

The colonel nodded and smiled slightly. When he looked at Mrs. Han, he cooled down again. With a wave of his arm, the soldiers left in an orderly manner. Capital, there are many people you can't afford to offend!"

Seeing that the colonel was about to leave, Mrs. Han was shocked and said, "Which military region are you from? Who sent you here!"

Up and down stopped, cast a glance, and said coldly: "Eldest grandson!"

The two words were like five thunderbolts, and Mrs. Han, who was hit directly, collapsed on the ground, dumbstruck, her mouth trembling and repeating the two words.

After the silence in the hall fell, Mu Yanran looked lonely and turned around to leave.

"Yanran... Yanran, wait..."

"Mom, what else is there?" Mu Yanran turned her head and did not want to look at the other party. This time, she was completely disappointed. She didn't even care about her daughter's life, and her heart was nothing more than that.

"Yan Ran, that Bai Leng Ye's mother agrees to your relationship in the future, even if you get married right away, it's fine."

Mrs. Han said ecstatically, her face flushed because of her excitement.

Mu Yanran's delicate body trembled, she smiled miserably, and said, "Mom, who do you think Bai Lengye is?"

"Just now you kept saying you hated her for having no money or power, but now that she is backed by a big shot, are you letting your daughter back?"

Mrs. Han anxiously explained: "Mom was confused just now, that Bai Lengye's mother likes it very much, daughter, look..."

"Mom! Wake up, my daughter was about to die at your gunpoint just now."

Her face turned pale, two lines of tears fell down, Mu Yanran resolutely turned and left.

Mrs. Han's complexion turned pale, it seemed that she really did something wrong this time.

……

In the car, Bai Lengye couldn't help but cast a glance at the colonel, he was still thinking about the word eldest grandson, he didn't have this person in his memory, but he couldn't ask now.

Not long after, the car entered an ordinary courtyard, but there were many soldiers guarding the surroundings, the car stopped, Bai Lengye got out of the car, and followed the colonel towards the inside.

Soon, he stopped at the door of a study room. After the colonel knocked on the door, a majestic female voice came from the room.

"Her?" After hearing the voice, Bai Lengye was startled, and when the door opened, he saw a woman sitting on the desk, carefully flipping through a book.

"Miss, Mr. Bai has arrived." The colonel saluted standardly.

"Understood, go out."

Without saying a word, the colonel turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Bai Lengye stared at the other party dumbfounded, and when the other party slowly raised his head, there was already a smile on his face.

"uncle."

A child ran over in small steps and stretched out his hand: "Hug."

"Doudou." Bai Lengye smiled instantly, bent over and hugged him, pinched his little nose and said, "Doudo, have you been behaving lately?"

"Doudou is very good, is uncle good?"

"Do you think uncle is obedient..."

Seeing the two of them playing so well, Wuxiang's lips twitched, it seemed that she guessed right, Doudou still liked him.

After Doudou went to play by himself, Bai Lengye looked at Wu Xiang with a complicated expression. He never thought that the person he met on the truck would end up being his savior.

In this way, the secretary who came over by accident last time thought he was his nephew, and everything made sense.

"Mr. Bai, it's been a year since I've seen you. Why do you seem a little cautious? Just treat this place as your own home."

Bai Lengye gave a dry laugh, and sat down a little unnaturally. A nanny came in to pour tea, and then closed the door and went out.

For a moment, Bai Lengye didn't know how to speak, he was a little uncomfortable sitting here, the heavy atmosphere in this room seemed to make him a little out of breath.

Wuxiang smiled slightly, and said: "Leng Ye, I didn't tell you my identity before, there is actually a reason."

"I know." Bai Lengye let out a light breath: "If sister Wuxiang had told me my identity at that time, I don't think I would be sitting here today."

Changsun Wuxiang nodded with a smile, and asked casually, "I've probably learned about things there during this period of time."

"Sister Wuxiang doesn't want to say anything, I've seen more messy things than this."

Bai Lengye scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "I thought Sister Wuxiang would blame me."

"How could it be?" Changsun Wuxiang shook his head, and his face gradually became serious, he stared at Bai Lengye for a moment, and then said: "Leng Ye, you should know about cultivators?"

Hearing this, Bai Lengye was startled, subconsciously clenched his fists tightly, but then let go, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"Actually, Sister Wuxiang is also a cultivator, and she is still a second-level martial artist."

Bai Lengye didn't know whether he should be shocked or excited, so he could only ask in confusion: "Then I don't know how the levels of practitioners are divided."

The eldest grandson Wuxiang leaned back on the chair, put his arms up, and said softly: "The cultivators are divided into one to nine levels, and there are also nine levels, namely warriors, warriors, martial masters, martial ancestors, martial kings, martial saints, and martial gods." , Wu Tian!"

"The most common ones are from warriors to martial masters, but those above Wuzong are rare. Those above Martial Zun basically rarely walk in the world."

After the explanation, Bai Lengye was secretly shocked. It turned out that the levels of practitioners are divided in this way, but the old man hasn't told him the level of his cultivation, and he doesn't know what is behind the condensation.

"Let me tell you a secret. Some time ago, it was said that a super expert at the level of a martial artist passed away. Before he died, he condensed the essence of his life into a few drops of blood. If anyone gets it, he will at least be able to reach the level of a martial artist in the future!"

"But then the blood essence of the Martial Saint was gone, and I don't know whose hands it fell into."

Hearing this, Bai Lengye was almost frightened to death, of course he got the martial saint's blood essence, but he didn't expect it to be so big, it was absorbed by him by accident and coincidence.

While talking, there was a sudden commotion outside the house, Changsun Wuxiang frowned, and then there was another bang, as if something had been smashed.

Outside the courtyard, several soldiers lay crookedly on the ground, and two white-haired old men in black coats stood quietly in the courtyard.

"Who are you?" Changsun Wuxiang came out with a dignified expression and said, Bai Lengye followed behind, and when he saw the two people, his expression suddenly tightened.

"The Changsun's family is gradually dying, and Changsun Wuji doesn't have many years to live." One of the old men with a goatee said slowly.

Changsun Wuxiang's eyes turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you here for revenge?"

"When the elder Sun Wuji's eldest son attacked and killed our practitioners, today is the time for revenge!"

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

Changsun Wuxiang yelled loudly, then stepped out with the sole of his foot, and slapped the two of them with both palms.

Doudou ran out of the house, Bai Lengye hurriedly hugged him to avoid accidental injury.

Bai Lengye stared at the three of them closely, the two old men were classified according to their strength, they must be around the fourth level of warriors, and Changsun Wuxiang is the second level of warriors, so they must not be their opponents.

"Doudou, you go in first, and I'll help your mother."

Bai Lengye put the other party into the house, handed it over to the nanny, then turned around and rushed towards the battlefield.

Taking advantage of the gap, Bai Lengye forced his way in, and smacked one of them, which made his blood surge, and both of them took a few steps back.

"Martial artist level three!" the old man said in a concentrated voice.

"Why are you here!" Changsun Wuxiang was also shocked.

"How could I just stand by and watch, not to mention Miss Wuxiang helped me just now."

Bai Lengye said lightly in his mouth, took a deep breath, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and rushed over again.

"Hmph! Warrior is only level [-], court death!"

When the old man sent his palm over, the corner of Bai Lengye's mouth lightly raised, and with a single point of finger, the cement on the ground rushed towards him in an instant.

"Quicksand technique!"

laugh!The cement turned into scattered sand, which directly pierced through one of the old man's arms, and immediately blood spurted out.

"This old man is going to kill you!"

The sudden change made the other person furious, he turned around and slapped without hesitation, Bai Lengye was hit on the back, under the force of inertia, he spit out a mouthful of blood mist, and his body flew five or six meters away.

"Go to hell, little bastard!"

The two attacked together, Changsun Wuxiang tried to stop him, but was kicked away.

"Freezing Technique!"

"Wind Control Technique!"

Whoosh!With a sound, several ice bullets flew away, and Bai Lengye slid seven or eight meters away lightly.

boom!boom!
A few ice bombs were shattered by the two of them, and they stared at Bai Lengye with gloomy expressions.

"Cultivator!"

The old man with the goatee uttered three words slowly, and after he finished speaking, he already showed a cold killing intent.

(End of this chapter)