It was extremely uncomfortable, but the key was that the inner strength of this smiling person was even greater than hers.

One day later, she saw two masters who were superior to her in martial arts, which was a huge blow to her. She had always felt that she was the best in martial arts. Although she was not the best in the world, she was still one of the few masters. The older generation of Yinfeng

Naturally, experts cannot be counted among them.

Fortunately, this man with a long smile sounds quite young, he is about the same age as the ninety-seven-year-old man in front of him, so it is not a big deal if his cultivation is so advanced.

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the window with a sullen face. The old man was already standing at the window and shouted: "No need to laugh anymore, you surnamed Mo. Now that you have found this place, come in!"

"Haha, old man Ji, I finally found you!" Amidst a long laugh, a black shadow suddenly flashed, and an old man with a bald head appeared in the room.

He has a bald head, like a monk, but he has no ring scars. He is obviously bald and not a monk. He has a hooked nose and big bags under his big eyes. He looks like a bad old man who drinks too much. He doesn't really look like Jue Ding.

Master.

However, although the bags under his eyes were large, his eyes were filled with cold light, which was breathtaking.

The old man nodded slowly and sneered: "Mo, you finally came to die!"

"Old man Ji, we still can't tell who will die!" The old man named Mo sneered, and his cold eyes swept towards Li Muchan and He Wu: "Who are these two? Are they the helpers you found?!"

"They are boarding guests and have nothing to do with our grudges." The old man shook his head and said slowly: "Why do you press so hard? We don't even have a few more years to live!"

"What a beautiful girl!" The old man surnamed Dian glanced at He Wu, then looked back, and sneered: "If you have the guts, don't run away this time!"

The old man said calmly: "I have Li'er, so naturally I won't be the same as you."

"Humph, you only have a few years to live, half of your body is buried in the ground, but this little girl is still young. If I kill her, it will be a great revenge!" The old man surnamed Mo sneered.

The old man's face darkened and he said coldly: "It's a shame that you are still a famous figure, but you want to do something like this!"

The old man Mo Shi sneered a few times: "Hehe, hehe, no matter how famous or not, as long as I can avenge my son, I can do anything!"

The old man said coldly: "If you don't kill my son, why should I kill your son!"

The old man surnamed Mo sneered: "He offended me and is seeking death!"

"Then your son will take the blame for you!" the old man said calmly.

The two of them were talking, and suddenly they flashed, and their fists and feet met, making a muffled "bang bang bang bang" sound, like spring thunder rolling in the sky, and the surrounding tables and chairs slowly moved back.

Li Muchan glanced at the two of them. It seemed that they were only fighting with fists and kicks, but they were fighting for their lives. Every move was fatal. If they failed to block even one move, they would be dead or alive.

Li Muchan shook his head and sighed, and glanced at Li'er who was staring at the field. She was biting her plump red lips, her straight nose was slightly open, and her eyes were full of worry.

Li Muchan couldn't bear that such a beautiful little girl had to suffer like this. He turned to look at He Wu, who nodded lightly.

Li Muchan pondered for a moment, and he vaguely understood the context of this matter. The two of them had nothing to do with him, life or death, but now that they have met and been entertained by the old man, Hui owes a favor.

Naturally, we cannot stand idle.

He gently raised the little finger of his left hand, and an extremely soft internal force flew out lightly and landed on the old man surnamed Mo who was fighting.

As soon as the internal force entered the body, it immediately disturbed the old man surnamed Mo. Although Li Muchan's internal force was only a trace, it was as pure as a needle. The old man surnamed Mo's internal force stagnated, and his movements immediately slowed down.

"Bang!" The old man's palm was firmly imprinted on the opponent's chest, and the old man surnamed Mo immediately flew out and hit the wall hard.

"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and the whole room shook. The old man surnamed Mo was actually embedded in the wall, like a painting hanging on it.

The old man floated forward and rushed over. Before the old man surnamed Mo could react, another palm print hit his chest. The old man surnamed Mo spat out a blood arrow. The look in his eyes dimmed rapidly. He glared at the old man, finally unwilling to give in.

He lowered his head and died.

"Grandpa!" The girl threw herself into the old man's arms.

The old man touched her head and turned to look at Li Muchan with a smile.

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "Congratulations to the old man for taking revenge. Let's drink a few more bowls!"

"Haha, okay, thank you for your kindness. I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight!" The old man laughed loudly and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Li'er, let's make some more dishes!"

"Okay!" The girl wiped away her tears, responded happily, turned around and ran out.

The old man dealt with the abnormal situation in the room and quickly returned to normal. The three of them sat back at the table and continued eating and drinking as if nothing had happened.

The old man didn't say much, as if he didn't notice Li Muchan helping him. Li Muchan didn't say much either, he just kept drinking.
Chapter completed!