"Oh——" Nangong Wuwang sneered, shook his head and said, "Whether you want to accomplice the guilt or not is another matter, let's hand over the murderer first before saying anything else!"
Wang Yuanchu smiled: "That's easy to do. In a few days, the man's body will be delivered... As the saying goes, killing someone to pay for life, our ancestors have already used family law to take his life!"
"Oh -" Nangong Wuwang stared at his face, as if he wanted to see whether Wang Yuanchu's words were true or false.
Li Muchan sighed secretly and shook his head.
This is not a step up. In any case, the Wang family will not hand over anyone. The Nangong family must also understand that they do not want to make enemies and should relent, but it is a pity that they met this third young master.
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old who's so easy to deceive!?" Nangong Wuwu looked at Wang Yuanchu for a few times, then suddenly sneered twice and snorted: "You got a corpse from somewhere else and pretended to be that guy. Such a technique,
It’s really funny!”
Wang Yuanchu still smiled and said: "It is indeed that person. The third young master does not have to doubt it."
"You're a liar!" Nangong Wuwu sneered and waved his hand: "Get out of here, get out of here quickly!...Humph, not everyone can enter the gate of my Nangong family!"
Li Muchan frowned, said nothing, and looked on with cold eyes. Wang Shuangfeng looked unmoved, but Wang Yingjie could no longer bear it. He jumped out, pointed his halberd and shouted: "Nangong Wuwang, we are here to give face to your Nangong family, who do you think you are?"
You thing, you speak rudely and you don’t know what the heavens and the earth are! You are not the one who can neglect me, you should get out!"
"Who are you?" Nangong Wuwang's handsome face sank, and he asked coldly through gritted teeth.
Wang Yingjie hummed proudly: "You won't change your name when you're working, and you won't change your surname when you're sitting down. That's Wang Yingjie!"
"I've never heard of it." Nangong Wuwang shook his head and sneered: "The unknown guy is interrupting randomly. Uncle Zhang, teach him a lesson!"
"Yes, Third Young Master!" A middle-aged man responded with a bow.
He is of medium build, has an ordinary appearance, and a dull face. At first glance, he looks like an honest and trustworthy person, and he seems to be a good person.
With a flash of his body, he suddenly came to Wang Yingjie, waved his palm, and wanted to give Wang Yingjie a slap in the face. He struck too fast, and although Wang Yingjie reacted, he couldn't dodge in time.
Li Muchan shook his head and flicked his sleeves.
The middle-aged man's palm stopped three inches in front of Wang Yingjie's cheek. It was like hitting a wall. There was a muffled "bang" sound. He leaned back and took a step back.
"Hey," he called softly and turned to look at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled and said nothing.
The middle-aged man frowned and stared at Li Muchan, his eyes like needles, trying to pierce Li Muchan's eyes and see clearly his reality.
"Uncle Zhang?" Nangong Wuwang called.
The middle-aged man flashed back to Nangong Wuwang, shook his head and sighed: "Third Young Master, they have experts, but the villain is incompetent, so they can't beat him."
"Who is it?!" Nangong Wuwang raised his head.
The middle-aged man looked at Li Muchan. Nangong Wuwang looked over and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Li Muchan's young face.
He secretly thought that Uncle Zhang was the top expert in the house, and even his father was impressed by it, so he felt free to let him go out to play.
My father often lamented that he had wronged Uncle Zhang. With his skills, it was not difficult for him to leave the Nangong family and establish a sect, which was enough to run rampant in the martial arts world.
Unexpectedly, I met a master here who was better than Uncle Zhang, and this master was about the same age as me. What a ghost!
Nangong Wuwang pointed at Li Muchan and shouted: "Who are you?"
Li Muchan smiled and clasped his fists: "I am a guest of the Wang family, and my name is not worth mentioning."
Nangong Wuwang shouted: "Okay, the Wang family does have talents! ... Well, come out and have a fight with me. If you can beat me, I will report it to my elder brother. Otherwise, you don't want to enter the house!"
Li Muchan nodded: "This is the best."
Nangong Wuwang pointed diagonally across the way, but it was a martial arts gym: "Let's go there and fight!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, looking at Wang Yuanchu: "Eldest Young Master...?"
Wang Yuanchu chuckled and said: "In that case, let's learn from each other."
Since he saw Nangong Wuwang, he has been smiling and laughing without any temper. He can be said to be pretending to be a grandson, and Li Muchan secretly admires him.
Such a tolerant person should not be underestimated. The most reassuring thing about the Wang family being in his hands was no wonder Wang Xiu'e felt relieved to let him come over.
Everyone came to the martial arts hall in front. There were four big characters on the horizontal plaque with the spirit of Ling Yun: Dao Dao Martial Arts Hall.
This martial arts hall occupies a huge area. There are four big men standing in front of the door. They are majestic and tall, with gleaming eyes. They are all masters of the martial arts hall.
Such a master standing guard is a bit incompetent, but it is more impressive. Standing there, the momentum is naturally different.
Seeing them coming, the four of them clasped their fists and raised their hands at the same time: "Third Young Master!"
"Second Brother Zhao, is Grandpa Zhao here?" Nangong Wuwang clasped his fists in return and asked with a smile, an innocent expression on his face.
A big man replied respectfully: "Go back to Third Young Master, the owner is here."
Nangong Wuwang smiled and said: "Okay, okay, it's great that Grandpa Zhao is here, let's go in."
"Third Young Master, hurry up and invite me." The four big men bowed in solemn greetings.
Nangong Wuwang turned around and smiled: "Let's go."
Li Muchan and everyone nodded and followed him into the martial arts gym. When they first entered, they were in a dark corridor, with shouts and shouts coming from the distance, and it was very lively.
As everyone walked through the corridor, their eyes suddenly illuminated a martial arts training ground, which was wide and flat with red mud on the ground. Li Muchan glanced around and saw that there were nearly two hundred people on the ground.
Seeing a few people coming in, some people greeted Nangong Wuwang from time to time. He responded with a smile, an innocent smile, like a good baby.
Li Muchan secretly lamented that everyone has many sides. Nangong Wuwang was very popular, treated his friends very well, and had a good heart, but now he was his opponent.
In the center of the martial arts training ground, there is a high platform, about ten meters long and wide. In the center of the platform is a grand master's chair, and a burly old man sitting on a horse with a golden sword, his back as straight as a spear.
His face is square, his eyebrows are in a straight line, his mouth is square and his nose is straight. His whole person is full of a strong aura. His eyes are bright and sharp as a falcon. You can tell at a glance that he has an indomitable will.
When he saw Li Muchan and the others, he waved: "Come here Wuwang."
His voice was not loud, but it passed through the noise of the crowd and reached their ears slowly.
"Grandpa Zhao!" Nangong Wuwang showed an innocent smile, walked through the crowd with a smile, came to the foot of the high platform, and jumped onto the high platform.
Everyone jumped up and the old man surnamed Zhao glanced at Li Muchan.
Wang Yuanchu said in a low voice like an ant, "This person is Zhao Shuqi, the tombstone thrower. He is one of the top masters in the world. He has a very good relationship with Nangong Sidao."
Li Muchan nodded and looked at Zhao Shuqi.
This person's inner strength is deep and unfathomable, far superior to his own, and he is no match for him in a fight.
"Wuwang, is this your friend?" Zhao Shuqi asked in a deep voice with a straight face.
Nangong Wuwang shook his head and said: "They are from the Penglai royal family, and they are here to accompany the crime!"
"Yes." Zhao Shuqi nodded and asked, "Are you in charge now?"
"Hee hee, I don't care about things. I am thankless for my efforts. I am no smarter than my elder brother. Why should I ask for trouble!" Nangong Wuwang said with a smile: "I can't be more angry with them... The Penglai Wang family is one of the best in the world.
One of the aristocratic families does have a master, I called them here to compete with him in martial arts!"
With that said, Nangong Wuwang pointed at Li Muchan.
"I've met Senior Zhao." Li Muchan smiled, his heart itching. He also wanted to see the martial arts of the Nangong family to broaden his horizons.
Zhao Shuqi nodded: "Well, it's rare to have such skill at such a young age! ... Then let's compete here."
Wang Yuanchu clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Zhao, I am Wang Yuanchu, a disciple of the Penglai Wang family. I have long admired the name of the master who threw the monument!"
Zhao Shuqi waved his hand and smiled faintly: "You don't rely on your muscles and bones for strength. I'm old. I'm such a bad old man. I can't afford to be praised."
Wang Yuanchu shook his head and sighed: "Senior, he is always strong and strong. He defeated the Eighteen Villages of Lianyun in one day. His majesty is unparalleled, and I admire him in my juniors."
Zhao Shuqi stroked his beard and laughed, looking very happy, and said: "It's not worth mentioning,... Let's start, compete in martial arts, and don't hit it hard until you hit the point!"
Nangong Wuwang smiled and said: "Grandpa Zhao, don't worry, I will be careful!"
Li Muchan and Nangong Wuwang stood two feet apart, Nangong Wuwang smiled and said, "I don't know your name yet."
Li Muchan smiled slightly: "Li San."
Nangong Wuwang curled his lips, knowing that this was a fake name, this guy was really sneaky!
He was angry in his heart, his handsome face sank, and he hummed: "What a good Li San, just try my Qiankun Palm!"
After saying that, he stepped forward and slapped her with his palm, making it flutter like a flower.
Li Muchan used the Nine Palms of the Sea, and the two of them fought together.
Li Muchan secretly admired that he really lived up to his family tradition. Although the name of this Qiankun Palm was similar to his own Qiankun Sword Technique, they were completely different.
The Qiankun Sword Technique was chosen by him himself. Because one attack and the other defend, he took this name.
Nangong Wuwu's Qiankun Palm is even more mysterious, and lives up to the name of Qiankun. One palm is Yin, one palm is Yang, one palm is Qian and one palm is Kun, and the middle is human, forming the three talents.
The two palms, one yin and one yang, can transform into each other and change freely as you wish. The strength of the two palms is both yin and yang, which can eliminate the power of your own palms.
Even though he has deep inner strength and is better than him, there is nothing he can do.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Yingjie whispered: "Uncle, are you going to lose?"
Wang Yuanchu shook his head, stared at the field, and hummed: "Crow's Mouth! How could Brother Li be defeated? Take a good look, this is the Qiankun Palm of the Nangong family!"
The Qiankun Palm was created by Nangong Si Dao. It is extremely powerful and is well known in the martial arts world.
Li Muchan had the idea of stealing knowledge, and he fought with Nangong Wuwu unhurriedly. He used his mental skills to try to capture his thoughts.