"I said, if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, you will never leave here."
Han Junzhuo looked at Chu Tianshu as if he were looking at a dead person: "Since you don't want to give this explanation, then the Han family will ask for it themselves."
Chu Tianshu looked at the man in blue, narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems you have great confidence in him."
The man in blue raised his head and took a big sip of wine, then pointed at Chu Tianshu and said: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to hit me, hit me quickly, don't delay me drinking, or..."
He chuckled: "If you can give me a bottle of wine that I have never drunk before, I can consider not beating you."
The corners of Chu Tianshu's lips curled up, he was indeed a wonderful man.
A flash of displeasure flashed in Han Huaide's eyes, and he said in a long tone: "Mu Tang!"
Han Mutang turned back and grinned at Han Huaide, took another sip of wine, then stretched out his free left hand and said: "You are a guest when you come to the door, I will let you have two feet and one hand."
Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "Then do I have to thank you?"
"Need not."
Han Mutang raised his head and took another sip of wine.
Han Junzhuo had black lines all over his forehead, but he held back and said nothing.
Han Huaide said in a deep voice: "Mu Tang, don't waste your time."
Han Mutang said with a sigh of relief: "I said, let him have two feet and one hand."
He pointed at Chu Tianshu: "Come here."
"boring."
Chu Tianshu curled his lips, took Kuang Meier's wrist and prepared to leave.
A gleam flashed in Han Mutang's eyes, and with a flick of his left arm, the wine jar he had just finished emptying hit Chu Tianshu like a cannonball.
The "whooshing" strong wind brought by the wine jar blew up the clothes of everyone around, and the sound was very frightening.
Chu Tianshu suddenly turned around, gathered a ball of energy in his palms, and swatted at the approaching wine jar.
Boom!
The air ball hit the wine jar, and the wine jar shattered instantly.
The huge momentum was like a landmine exploding in the field, sending broken pieces of ceramic tiles flying in all directions.
Everyone in the Han family widened their eyes.
Han Huaide was the first to bear the brunt, and a broken piece of porcelain flew towards his face.
Han Huaide had no time to dodge and quickly gathered his body-protecting energy.
There was a soft "poof" sound, and the body-protecting energy in front of Han Huaide was directly defeated by the broken porcelain pieces, which had no effect at all.
Han Huaide, who had cultivated in the realm of transformation, felt a deep sense of powerlessness for the first time and felt that he was so insignificant.
Seeing that the broken piece of porcelain was about to penetrate his forehead, Han Huaide was horrified.
At this time, two slender fingers stretched out and firmly held the broken piece of porcelain between their fingers.
The one who took action was none other than Han Mutang.
Then, he clasped his hands in vain, and when his arms shook, a circle of air instantly appeared in front of him, enclosing the exploded broken pieces of porcelain.
Han Mutang put away his energy, and the broken porcelain pieces that were frozen in the air fell to the ground one after another, hitting the floor with a crisp "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" sound.
The drunkenness drained from Han Mutang's face, and he appeared at the door in a flash, blocking Chu Tianshu's way.
A red flame lit up between his brows, he cupped his fists towards Chu Tianshu and said, "Please give me advice."
Chu Tianshu smiled coldly: "It seems that if we don't take action today, we won't be able to leave?"
Han Huaide's heart was still beating wildly at this time, and he snorted coldly: "You've caused trouble and you still want to leave?
Where can it be that cheap?”
"Okay, then let me see how confident and strong your Han family is."
Chu Tianshu opened his right arm and shouted loudly: "Uncle Nan, here comes the gun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huangfu Zhaonan strode in from the door, holding a spear in his hand and waving his hand towards Chu Tianshu.
Chu Tianshu stretched out his hand to catch the spear and shook it in the air.
It was the spear embedded with demon pill that Yan Kui used yesterday.
As for the armor, the two demon pills embedded in it had been self-destructed by Yan Kui, turning it into a scrap.
Han Mutang stared at Chu Tianshu, swiped his hand from his waist, and a piece of bright software appeared in his palm.
The sword body trembles lightly, flowing like autumn water!
Feeling Han Mutang's energy suppressing him, Chu Tianshu also lit up his eyebrows with red flames.
Han Huaide shouted bitterly: "Mu Tang, there is no need to show mercy to him."
Han Mutang appeared in front of Chu Tianshu in the blink of an eye. With a flash of silver light, the soft sword in his hand rolled towards Chu Tianshu's neck like a sword.
Chu Tianshu raised his spear, deflected the approaching soft sword, and retreated.
Seeing that Chu Tianshu was forced to retreat with just one move, Han Huaide sneered disdainfully: "I told you, when you meet Mu Tang, he is nothing."
The corner of Han Junzhuo's mouth also evoked a smile.
However, Han Mutang's eyes became more solemn.
Because he knew clearly that Chu Tianshu took the initiative to retreat in order to take advantage of the spear, and was not forced to retreat by him.
Chu Tianshu shook his spear and stabbed Han Muchang with all his strength.
As the energy gathered, a long red snake coiled around the spear, looming.
The ferocious snake head spitting out the letter was located in the direction of the tip of the spear, approaching Han Mutang.
Han Mutang's eyes narrowed, and his soft sword thrust forward like a spiritual snake striking out.
The tip of the sword and the tip of the spear collided instantly, making a muffled sound of clashing energy.
Evenly matched!
However, with a clear "hissing" sound, the snake's shadow skyrocketed.
Han Mutang felt that the surge of energy attacking him doubled instantly.
His body swayed and he fell back.
Han Junzhuo and Han Huaide looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief.
Han Huaide snorted coldly and said loudly: "What kind of skill is it to show off the power of weapons?"
"Magical weapon?"
Han Mutang looked at the spear in Chu Tianshu's hand, "No wonder he is so confident."
The corner of Chu Tianshu's lips curled up: "Without it, I would still have nothing to fear."
"Hahaha, interesting."
Han Mutang laughed twice, then stretched out his hand and shouted: "Bring the wine!"
Han Junzhuo frowned and winked at his second daughter, Han Mufang, who was standing next to him.
Han Mufang nodded, walked to the ancient shelf nearby, picked up a bottle of wine, and brought it to Han Mutang: "Brother Tang, here's the wine for you."
Han Mutang took the bottle, unscrewed the cork, raised his head and took several sips in one breath.
"happy."
Han Mutang laughed and threw away the wine bottle, stalking Chu Tianshu like a ghost, with a second red flame lighting up between his eyebrows.
Han Huaide said proudly: "Did you see, Mu Tang Chiyan Grade 2, what are you using to resist?"
"Second-grade Red Flame, isn't it amazing?"
Chu Tianshu smiled disdainfully, a second red flame lit up between his eyebrows, and he pointed his spear at the incoming Han Mutang.
Exactly the same move as before, the spear roared and the snake shadow hissed.
Seeing this, Han Huaide's expression instantly became dull.
Bang!
The spear and the soft sword clashed again.
This time, Han Mutang fell directly backward and hit the tablets of the ancestors of the Han family enshrined in the ancestral hall.
Seeing this, Han Junzhuo subconsciously blocked the way.
He hugged Han Muchang, but he couldn't stop him, and he was dragged backwards by Han Muchang.
Han Mutang threw out his soft sword and wrapped it around the mahogany pillar next to him. Then he stopped retreating and landed on the ground with Han Junzhuo.
Everyone in the Han family looked at Chu Tianshu with shock in their eyes.
No one expected that Han Muchang, the number one master of the Han family, would not be Chu Tianshu's opponent.