"Young Master Zhan Tian is the backbone of our Mu family. Why bother with such a reckless boy? Leave it to me!"
Behind the fat old man, a middle-aged man in his forties flashed out. He wore a golden epaulette with seven little suns on his shoulders. He was a master who had reached the Dzogchen realm of martial arts. On his right cheek was a golden epaulette.
There was a scar, and his eyes were slightly smaller and narrowed into a slit. He was tall and tall, but a bit ugly and difficult to see. At this time, he smiled and looked at Mr. Mu, who was obviously from the Mu family.
"Yes, he is just a middle-level warrior. Is it worth Master Zhantian's action?"
"Leave it to us----"
Seeing someone coming forward to teach the arrogant young man a lesson, seven or eight masters suddenly emerged, all at the level of military commanders and martial arts masters, laughing, scorning, and glaring at the ordinary young man next to Miss Shuang'er.
These people are all descendants of the Mu family. They are scattered in various places and have joined various sects. Three are disciples of the Zhu family, two are disciples of the old man Li who just came in, and three are disciples of the fat old man. Long, Leng
, Mu, the three major dinosaur families have a population all over the world, not just billions, but hundreds of millions. Almost every sect has people from these three major families.
At this time, when they saw the most outstanding prodigy of their Mu family, Mr. Mu Zhantian, a fifteen-year-old boy who had reached the Great Perfection state of martial arts, he was jealous and prepared to fight with a middle-level warrior. Wouldn't it be a great disservice to Mu?
Family reputation? Therefore, they all came out one after another, all wanting to teach the ignorant young man in front of them a lesson.
The beautiful young man Mu Zhantian looked at the masters who came out one after another. His face had no expression and he was extremely arrogant. When he saw someone coming forward, he stepped back and said coldly: "They are all members of the Mu family. Feel free to teach them a lesson."
Boy, don't be soft, don't lose the face of our Mu family."
"Well, Mr. Zhantian, don't worry, we won't embarrass the Mu family."
The middle-aged man with a scar on his face who just walked out first knew that this super genius of the Mu family had always been cold and arrogant. He had rarely seen him smile and always spoke coldly. He was already used to it.
, looking at a young man in his twenties standing next to him, beckoned: "Yun'er, go out and fight with that kid, just for practice."
The young man known as "Yun'er" nodded and stood up immediately. He was the most beloved disciple of the middle-aged man in front of him. He was twenty-five years old this year and had reached a high level of cultivation.
At the level of military commander, he can be said to be a leader among the younger generation.
Tang Jun saw that all of a sudden, so many masters appeared to challenge him. There was no trace of fear on his face. Instead, he was filled with fighting spirit and excitement.
The girl Shuang'er who was standing next to him changed her face and glared at them angrily. She was about to come to the boy's rescue, but the boy held her in his arms tenderly and stopped her movement.
Miss Shuang'er knows that the young man has spiritual thoughts in his body. A martial artist can almost kill him in an instant. Even a master of martial arts can compete with him. Only masters who have reached the perfection of martial arts may not be able to compete. But he has the gift that he gave to him.
The spirit sword was so powerful that it could fight even a strong warrior at the level of King of Martial Arts who did not own a spiritual weapon. But with so many masters bullying such a young samurai like him, she felt annoyed and aggrieved!