"Young Master!"

The old man, including several strong men who were guarding him, rushed over and came forward to show concern, fearing that something might happen to Beiming Chuanyun.

"I didn't expect that you are still a physical practitioner, and you have reached such an extent. But if you dare to hurt my young master and make him feel traumatized, then I have no choice but to take action against you."

This white-haired old man has obviously reached the state of becoming a god. Needless to say, he is also dedicated to protecting the so-called Beiming Chuanyun.

The old man originally thought that there were masters here who dared not act rashly, but the young family head he was protecting had been beaten like this. If he didn't take action, how would he explain it when he returned? As a dignified person in the realm of gods, where would he put his face?

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"Huh, what about the realm of transforming into gods? It just so happens that I have broken through now, so let me see how powerful your realm of transforming into gods is."

Song Xiaohu subconsciously remembered that in the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, his right arm was cut off by a strong man in the realm of god transformation, and now he met another one at his door.

Moreover, he has now broken through to the fourth level of physical cultivation, and he really wants to try his current self again to see who is stronger and who is weaker in the Yuhuashen realm.

The white-haired old man named An Lao, without any nonsense, just punched the air.

He gathered a powerful and thick mana fist, struck hard and headed towards Song Xiaohu.

"Well done."

Song Xiaohu knew how powerful those in the transformation stage were and did not dare to be careless.

The right hand of Gangqi luck in the body.

boom…!

He punched out the same fist through the air.

A golden aura seemed to turn into a roaring dragon head!

Directly swallow up the opponent's old man's mana fist and shatter it into pieces!

The dragon-shaped aura did not diminish at all and rushed straight towards the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man felt as if he was trapped by some invisible pressure, making it difficult to escape.

He directly grabbed all the mana in his body and tried to struggle.

"Ah! How can it be so strong!"

Roar…!

The dragon-shaped aura seemed to open its big mouth and swallowed up the white-haired old man!

It’s a long story, from start to finish in just the blink of an eye.

Looking at the place where the white-haired old man was standing, there was a big hole, a stain of blood, and a few rags. There was no trace of the white-haired old man.

"Oh my God! How can Xiaohu become so powerful now? This is so awesome!"

"Where is that person? Why is the old man missing?"

"Brother-in-law, are you okay? Brother-in-law, haha, brother-in-law, you are so awesome!"

The villagers came forward one by one.

Watching Song Xiaohu show off his power from beginning to end, I couldn't help but praise him again and again.

Song Xiaohu himself was a little confused.

He put his right hand in front of his eyes and looked at it in a daze.

"Xiaohu, hurry up and pick up your bride. Why are you standing there so stupidly?" Yang Donglai approached without saying a word and gave him a hard slap on the back of the head.

"Ah! Oh, village chief, what are my hands...?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you have any questions, we'll talk about it later. Your wife is still waiting for you to pick her up at her parents' house. Hurry up and get out of here."

Yang Donglai was not angry and pushed it towards the village with a smile.

"Haha, yes, yes, I almost forgot about the real thing."

Song Xiaohu had a silly look on his face, and as if he just remembered it, he strode towards the horse in the village.

Looking at Beiming Chuanyun at this time, he had already been dragged away by the guards and escaped, and Yang Donglai didn't care about them.

Lin Beifeng, Ye Fei and two others came to Yang Donglai with anxious expressions on their faces.

Ye Feicheng said directly: "Village Chief, something big may happen now. Those people just now are from the Beiming family, the six major cultivating families. If they kill their people now, I'm afraid they will never give up."

Lin Beifeng: "That young man is still the son of Beiming Family Head and Beiming Ba Dao. That guy is the most protective of the calf. If I heard that his son almost met the King of Hell and his soul was traumatized, well, according to that guy's character, it's

I will never give up.”

When Yang Donglai heard this, he immediately frowned.

"Oh, it seems that you know a lot about the Beiming family. Tell me briefly, is the Beiming family awesome?"

Lin Beifeng smiled bitterly and said: "Village chief, Beiming family, one of the six major families, Beiming Ba Dao is just like his name. His personality has always been domineering and arrogant."

Ye Feicheng: "That kid just now said his name is Beiming Chuanyun. If that's the case, it would be even worse."

Several people came to Er Gouzi's tavern and asked the third son to prepare a few bowls of wine, and the three of them chatted while drinking.

Yang Donglai took a sip of wine and waved his hand directly: "Haha, no need to say anything else, just tell me what level the Beiming family has the highest cultivation level, and how many strong masters there are."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, couldn't help but look cautious, and their eyes looked a little scared.

Ye Feicheng took a big sip of wine and said: "As far as we know, the period of the Beiming family alone is said to have exceeded this number."

Ye Feicheng said, stretching out three fingers in front of Yang Donglai.

When Yang Donglai took a look, he subconsciously couldn't help but twitch his right eyelid a few times, and quickly took another sip of wine to cover it up.

"Well, go on."

The two of them looked at Yang Donglai without any trace of fear or fear. They really had to admire the village chief's calmness.

At the same time, the two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Yang Donglai's calm expression in their eyes, they subconsciously thought of the old immortal guardian of Dahe Village.

From this point of view, the old immortal guardian should definitely not be simple anymore.

Ye Feicheng continued: "Village Chief, let's not talk about the old monster in the Tribulation Period. It is said that each of the six major families has more than ten Mahayana realms. This is just a conservative statement."

Lin Beifeng took a sip of wine and had a solemn look on his face: "In addition to these terrifying strengths, their six major cultivating families can be said to be almost all over the entire cultivating world. They are connected by the same spirit and have complicated relationships.

, with a large population, as long as it offends one of the six major families, alas! It can be said that it is definitely waiting for good fruit to be eaten. "

The two of them talked about the six major families from beginning to end. Yang Donglai took a sip of wine from time to time and listened.

Finally, I finally understood it more or less.

"Village Chief, this matter is not trivial. It seems that you need to find out about it from the old god as soon as possible. I am afraid that people from the Beiming family will come to your door!"

"Well, thank you for telling me so many things. You two are not villagers in our village. If it's not possible, you should just pack your bags and run away!"

"Village chief, um, cough!"

Yang Donglai finished the last sip of wine, looked at the worried expressions on their faces, patted their shoulders and hummed some unknown tune, then left with his hands behind his back and went to Song Xiaohu's home.

"Brother Ye, do you think we should do it? Like the village chief said, this matter is not a trivial matter, how about we do it?"

When Lin Beifeng thought of the terror of the six major families, he really had the idea of ​​​​escape and leaving Dahe Village.

Looking at Yang Donglai's leaving figure, Ye Feicheng shook his head subconsciously and looked at Lin Beifeng with a determined look on his face.

"Brother Lin, I wonder if you believe me. I have a hunch that the Beiming family is no match for Dahe Village. We must seize this opportunity. Dahe Village can definitely make our lives stronger.

Wonderful."

For Dahe Village, the confrontation just now was just an episode.

Song Xiaohu and Ma Xiuyu's wedding ceremony was still going on, and the whole village looked festive.

Crack, crackle, crackle...!

The sound of firecrackers and suonas continued.

Song Xiaohu was dressed in a groom's uniform and riding a tall horse.

In the back, the bride Ma Xiuyu was sitting in a sedan chair, surrounded by groups of happy adults and children, heading straight towards Song Xiaohu's home.

"First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to the high hall, husband and wife bow to each other, and then send them to the bridal chamber...!"

With the loud voice of Er Laizi, the wedding ceremony of Duke Zhou was completed.
Chapter completed!