The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

In less than a minute, all the people in the White Tiger Hall of the Zhao family, including the hall master Zhao Shan, were lying on the ground.

Li Muchen stood there, lightly dusting his clothes.

"you……"

Zhao Shan's eyes were full of fear, but he was very unwilling.

For the sake of White Tiger Hall, he endured it for more than ten years.

In the past ten years, the outside world has never known that there is such a number one person as Zhao Shan.

Even inside the Zhao family, there are many people who don't know him.

Originally, I wanted to make a blockbuster just because I didn't make a song.

But now, the White Tiger Church he founded is gone.

His prospects, all his ambitions, were destroyed with it.

This is how he does not hate!

"You... just who are you?"

"I am Mr. Lee."

"It turns out that you are Daoist Li who was found by the Lin family."

Li Muchen was taken aback for a moment, not knowing when he became a priest.

The Kunlun Duoxian sect is different from the Taoist sect.

The Ten Thousand Immortal Sect of Tiandu Peak where he belongs is recognized as the number one immortal sect in the world.

Regardless of martial arts, talisman, alchemy, sword fairy, after becoming a master of a generation, they all want to ascend to the heaven.

Only when you go to Tiandu Peak and enter the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, can you be regarded as a real immortal.

When Tiandu disciples go down the mountain, people in the same way generally call them Immortal Leaders, not Taoist Leaders.

The difference of one word is more than thousands of differences in status.

Li Muchen looked at Zhao Shan and said: "Although your martial arts are not good enough, you are a dignified warrior after entering the martial arts. How come you are guarding the house for evil witches and demons?"

Zhao Shan was already injured, and he vomited blood even more when he heard this.

What does it mean that although the martial arts are a bit weak?

"You...you..." He pointed at Li Muchen, too angry to speak.

"Where's Master Wu?" Li Muchen turned around and asked Zhao Chenyang.

Zhao Chenyang said tremblingly, "Wu... Wu..." Suddenly, his face showed joy, "Master Wu, father, help me!"

Only someone said: "Who is looking for this old man?"

As the words fell, a group of people came from the corridor of the west courtyard.

The leader is Zhao Sihai, the patriarch of the Zhao family.

It was Wu Xian who followed Zhao Sihai.

When Li Muchen saw Wu Xian, his eyes narrowed.

On the surface, this person looks like an immortal, but in his spiritual sense, he can sense the prey in his body.

This is unique to people who practice magic.

Just like the Nanyang magician named Lai Shigong I met in Feng Tianming's place last time, he also had the same temperament.

But Lai Shigong's shady prey is on the bright side, even ordinary people can feel that this person is evil.

And this Wu Xian, with white hair and long gown, is described as clean and hale, giving people the illusion of an outsider. No wonder the Zhao family called him "Master".

"You are Li Daochang?"

Wu Xian looked Li Muchen up and down, with doubts in his eyes.

He didn't feel the fluctuations in the air that is unique to practitioners from Li Muchen, nor did he have the energy that is unique to warriors.

Regardless of cultivating immortals or practicing martial arts, at such a young age, even if you start practicing from the womb, how far can you practice?

Wu Xian, who was still a little apprehensive just now, was finally relieved at this moment.

I always hear Patriarch Zhao say how powerful his White Tiger hall is, which seems to be just bragging.

"You say yes." Li Muchen said indifferently.

Wu Xian cupped his hands and said: "Since you can see through my nail-headed arrow book, you must be a member of the same path. I don't know which sect it is from, that elder's sect?"

"I'm not on the same path as you." Li Muchen said with a bit of disgust, "Okay, it's not easy to practice. Now you go to the Lin's house with me to explain the situation, and then abolish your cultivation. I won't hold you accountable. evil deeds."

Wu Xian was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly laughed wildly.

"Self-destructive cultivation? Hahahaha..., boy, are you too arrogant? I thought I would let you go for the sake of my colleagues. If that's the case, then I'll send you to see the King of Hades."

After all, a yellow talisman appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his fingertip, the talisman burned and turned into a little stream of fire, flying towards Li Muchen.

The fire talisman hit Li Muchen and exploded, turning into a bright fireball that instantly swallowed Li Muchen whole.

In the west courtyard of Zhao's house, the flames were blazing, as bright as daylight, making people unable to open their eyes.

People retreated one after another, afraid of being burned by the flames.

"Brother-in-law!"

Lin Yun screamed and wanted to rush over to save people, but the fire was too big and bright, like a little sun.

When I got a little closer, I felt a hot wave, as if my body could be vaporized at any time.

Zhao Sihai looked at the flame in horror.

He never thought that the Feng Shui master he had invited was actually a warlock who could control flames.

Fortunately, he didn't neglect, if he offends this kind of person, the Zhao family may be destroyed.

In addition to being frightened, Zhao Sihai's heart was filled with ecstasy.

With the help of such a strange person, why worry about a major failure?

What the Lin family, the Feng family, from now on, the Zhao family will be the only one in Hecheng!

Even when he arrived at Qiantang, he was no longer afraid of facing the Gao family and the Qian family.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Sihai laughed loudly, "Mr. Wu is really a living god!"

Wu Xian stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's just a trick, it made Patriarch Zhao laugh."

Zhao Chenyang also took the opportunity to run over and stood beside Wu Xian, feeling an indescribable sense of security.

He heaved a sigh of relief, remembering that Lin Yun held a knife against his neck just now, he felt humiliated, gritted his teeth, looked at Lin Yun and said:

"Boy from the Lin family, your brother-in-law has already turned into ashes. Let's see what you can rely on! Kneel down and call me grandpa, and I'll let you go, hahahaha!"

Lin Yun stared blankly at the flame, not knowing what to do.

My brother-in-law was burned to death, how should I explain to my sister when I go back?

And what about grandpa's illness?

Poor child, he doesn't know if he can get out alive, and he is still thinking about his sister's mood and grandpa's illness.

Seeing Lin Yun not moving, Zhao Chenyang ordered: "Come on, take him down for me!"

The Zhao family's security guards were stunned by the fire, but when they heard Zhao Chenyang's voice, they realized that they were planning to rush forward.

Suddenly someone said: "It's really a trick!"

I saw that group of flames suddenly brightened, and then suddenly extinguished.

People's eyes couldn't adapt for a while, and Zhao Family West Courtyard suddenly fell into darkness.

I can't see my fingers.

Until a little pea-sized light comes on.

People slowly realized that the bright light was a piece of burning talisman paper.

The talisman is in a person's hand.

That person was Li Muchen who had just been surrounded by flames.

Li Muchen just stood there, neatly dressed, without any harm.

"Brother-in-law!" Lin Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Brother-in-law, are you alright?"

"Of course it's okay." Li Muchen said, "You call me brother-in-law, how can I be in trouble? If I am in trouble, isn't your sister going to be a widow?"

Lin Yun laughed heartily.

Wu Xian was startled and said: "Who are you, that you can break my god?"

Li Muchen glanced at the half-burned talisman in his hand, shook his head and said, "What kind of magic purple fire is this? At most it's just a thunder fire, and it takes a lot of effort to cook."

"you……"

Wu Xian was furious, and felt that he had lost face in front of the Zhao family, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Boy, court death!"

After finishing speaking, he made a formula with both hands and muttered something in his mouth.

Li Muchen was not in a hurry, still holding the half of the burning talisman in his hand, and looked at Wu Xian with a smile.

Suddenly, Lin Yun let out a strange cry.

"ah……"

The scarecrow behind Lin Yun's back actually moved, stretched out his hands, and grabbed Lin Yun's neck.

"Xiaoyun, I'm your grandfather, I'm hungry..."