Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

"No interest, you can go!"

Zhou Yi yawned, waved his hand in boredom, turned around and walked to the bedroom and left Wang Chuan alone in the living room.

"Sir..."

Wang Chuan wanted to say something, but he knew Zhou Yi's temperament, so he said half of it and simply swallowed it back.

Wang Chuan is neither going nor staying, so he simply turns around in the room.

Today's Jiangcheng is not as good as before. Many experts in the city's forces were exhausted in the previous war. Wang Chuan, as a member of the ancient martial arts force, has left the matter to him.

However, his cultivation is low, and he is good at dealing with ordinary people, but he is much worse in dealing with those masters, so he thought of Zhou Yi.

However, he didn't expect Zhou Yi to be unmoved, so he couldn't help it when he entered the room.

"What should we do?" Wang Chuan sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

At this time, Wang Chuan's telephone suddenly rang.

"What's the matter?" Pick up the phone, Wang Chuan is also not angry mouth.

"Wang Dong is not good..."

Wang Chuan just a belly fire, there is no place to spread, the other side just a mouth, he can not help but curse.

"Sorry, Wang Dong!" The other party quickly apologized, and then roughly said the matter, "it's the Xiaoyun gang. A group of people from outside are challenging the Xiaoyun Gang, saying that if they lose, the Xiaoyun gang will disappear in Jiangcheng."

Wang Chuan heard, this anger is even greater, "where the curfew, dare to be so rampant!"

"We don't know what Haiyun Pavilion is, but as far as we know, Haiyun Pavilion is a gang only in Shucheng, which is thousands of miles away from Jiangcheng." The voice on the other end of the phone was also full of doubts.

Gangs thousands of miles away will also come to Jiangcheng to get a share. It can be imagined what kind of existence Jiangcheng is in the eyes of others at this time.

"It's a total reversal. You send me the address and I'll go there!"

Hearing this, a voice of doubt came from the other end of the phone, "but Wang Dong, the other party is said to be a master of dust-free environment. You are yourself..."

Wang Chuan looked at the bedroom and saw that there was no sound inside. Then he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "don't talk nonsense. Send it to me. It will be too late."

Hang up the phone, Wang Chuanlian turned to the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, a cold voice suddenly came out from behind: "it's learned to be brave if you don't see it for a few days!"

Wang Chuan was overjoyed. He quickly turned back and said with a smile, "I knew that you are not a man who can't help you in the face of death!"

"Don't do this with me. Let's go." Say, two people then hurry to go downstairs.

At this time, in the hall of the Xiaoyun sect, a line of three people were standing here, and around them were about 30 disciples of the Xiaoyun sect.

Three people are calm and fearless.

On the contrary, the more than 30 disciples of Xiaoyun sect were full of panic. Some of them had already dropped beads of sweat on their faces.

"Go ahead and find out your leader!"

Among the three, a man dressed in plain clothes and holding a white paper fan spoke faintly.

"Our leader will not see you such a small role. If you are sensible, please go back!"

One of the disciples of Xiaoyun sect wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and then whispered.

Smell speech, the three people look at each other and smile, "then don't blame us for being impolite!"

After that, the man holding the white paper fan stepped back. Then, he opened the paper fan and gently opened it to a dozen disciples of Xiaoyun sect.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful energy was fanned out of his paper fan, like a tornado, and flew away to a dozen disciples of the Xiaoyun sect in front of him.

"Oh, no, run!"

I don't know who had a big drink. Then the dozen people turned around and ran back quickly. But it was too late. The tornado was several times faster than their speed. It was only in the blink of an eye that the tornado was behind them.

Even before they could make a scream, the dozen Xiaoyun sect disciples were directly rolled up by the tornado, hit the wall not far in front of them, and fainted directly.

Seeing that more than a dozen people were subdued by him, the rest of the disciples immediately retreated.

However, the three men did not intend to let them go. Seeing them retreat, they walked forward with a smile on their faces.

"Wait..."

just after a few steps, a hoarse and old voice sounded slowly in the hall.

Hearing this sound, the rest of the Xiaoyun sect disciples immediately turned happy, and then quickly retreated to one side.

The three followed the source of the sound, but saw an old man pushed out with a wheelchair.

At the moment, one of them was not cutting a smile: "old man, you look like this, I don't think it's necessary to come out and shame it!"With that, his hand suddenly waved at the old man.

Suddenly, there was an invisible momentum to the old man.

This move seems to be plain, but in fact he has used nearly eight successful forces. What he wants is to give the old man a strong hand.

"Elder!"

Looking at the roaring strength, people can't help but exclaim.

The old man in the wheelchair not only didn't mean to dodge, but also held out his hands to intercept him.

Seeing that the old man wanted to stop his attack by his own power, the corner of his mouth had been slowly lifted up.

The best thing about his move is not external force, but internal strength.

If it is the old man to block, perhaps not too much harm.

If he directly contacts his internal organs, then his internal organs will be directly attacked by his internal organs.

As a result, the old man must be seriously injured.

At the same time, the momentum has reached the old man's body, and its palm pounded.

After a deep muffled sound, the three laughed at the same time.

Because in their eyes, the old man was already a mortal.

But a moment later, the three people's smiling faces were stiff at the same time, because the old man was still sitting in the wheelchair intact, even his face did not change, as if, as if the palm had not hit him at all.

"You, what kind of magic did you use?"

The white paper fan opened his mouth with a heavy face.

On hearing this, the old man in the wheelchair sneered: "your friend thinks that his dark strength can hurt me. I don't know how old I am. What I cultivate is the skill of copper body. Now, in addition to the old man's leather bag, the rest of the place has already become as hard as copper and iron."

"That doesn't matter. Today I'll see if it's your copper body or my short knife."

Voice dropped, three people in a long black shirt man, his body has disappeared in place.

After that, only a shadow with cold light was seen in the field, which was approaching the old man quickly