Just as she was about to leave, a figure flashed, the fire flickered slightly, and in the blink of an eye, four people were already standing in the Buddhist hall.
Ji Wuming glanced outside and saw that all the guards were rushing over, trying to squeeze into the hall and surround the four people.
"Okay, everyone, please step aside!" Ji Wuming waved his hand.
These four people are extremely fast in body movements, and they should be people in the martial arts world. The guards are good at charging into battle, opening and closing, and they are not as flexible as those in the martial arts world.
He pressed the handle of the knife and squinted his eyes to look at the four people.
The four of them were all dressed in brocade clothes, with rosy faces, like rich men. Two old men in front, one fat and one thin, and two middle-aged men in the back. They all had a calm and serious demeanor, not ordinary people.
He asked in a deep voice: "Where are you guys from?"
The four people turned to look over. Ji Wuming felt eight sword lights piercing towards him and narrowed his eyes.
The chubby old man clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Commander, our Nanjiang family has some housework to do, and I hope you will do it."
"Nanjiang family? Yannanjiang in the north?" Ji Wuming frowned,
"Exactly." The fat old man nodded with a smile.
Ji Wuming looked at General Hua. General Hua frowned. Ji Wuming waved his hand: "General, he is the commander of the Shenguang Battalion. He is coming to Beijing to meet the Holy Spirit. You must not disturb him. Please retreat!"
The Nanjiang family is a famous family in the world. It started by selling salt. It is as rich as any country. It is also famous in the martial arts world. It is as famous as the Helian family, the Penglai Wang family, the Murong family, etc.
This kind of aristocratic family is like a towering tree. Its roots are planted in the court hall, and its branches sigh. Li Muchan opened his eyes and waved his sleeves.