As the largest aristocratic family within a hundred miles, the Qin family's family residence is not in a small town at the foot of the mountain.
However, the Qin family has practitioners stationed in the town, and there are strong men who can suppress one party.
The two of them emerged from the third level and are already the strongest in the town.
At this time, the two masters of the Qin family, Qin Dangwu and Qin Zhengyao, both looked gloomy.
The always docile Jiu Xuandao actually injured the steward of the Qin family, which was a slap in the face of the Qin family.
Just now they checked Lao Jin's injuries and found that the backbone and shoulder bones of Lao Jin had been removed with a special technique. This second-level servant of the Qin family was considered useless.
"Seventeenth Master, Nineteenth Master, I was looking for some spiritual grains to feed the Gale Horse for Third Master, but they Jiuxuan Dao beat me like this. This shows that they don't take the Qin family seriously at all!"
Lao Jin wailed, his eyes full of resentment.
He doesn't know yet that he is already a useless person.
"By the way, that guy is blackmailing me, asking for a Spirit Valley and an Origin Stone. He, he wants to rebel!"
Lao Jin's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth and growled.
At this time, all he could do was to keep provoking and arousing the resentment of his master.
"Hmph." Qin Dangwu slapped the table, breaking the heavy sandalwood table into pieces.
Below, the six Jiu Xuan Dao disciples were trembling. They were all squatting on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
They were also confused.
Just having a meal at a restaurant in town, why did you offend the Qin family?
Also, they were asked for a grain of rice and an Origin Stone. If they couldn't get it, Jiuxuandao would be asked to reveal these Origin Stones.
Six people have three bowls of rice each, how much Originium is that?
I’m afraid the entire Jiu Xuan Dao can’t produce so many Origin Stones, right?
Is this going to cost them their lives?
"Two adults, that person must have been sent by another sect to harm me, Jiu Xuan Dao." The young man kneeling in front spoke.
"Yes, yes, that person is new. I don't know why he joined our Nine Profound Dao. He must be a spy from abroad." Another person also whispered.
The two Qin family masters at the top looked cold and stern.
The servants and practitioners of the Qin family all had cold faces.
In their eyes, these six new disciples of the Jiu Xuan Dao who are not popular are nothing and they are not even qualified to speak.
The only reason to catch them is to let the Jiu Xuan Dao person come.
"Sir, he is here!"
There was a loud shout from under the attic.
The scattered Qin family members in the attic all rushed to the stairs, their eyes fixed on the figure slowly walking up the stairs.
Han Muye walked up the stairs and glanced at the six detained disciples.
"Wu Quan, are you injured?"
He spoke calmly.
The young man kneeling in front was stunned and quickly shook his head.
"Han, what are you going to do?" The young man next to Wu Quan just spoke up when Han Muye spoke again.
"There were no injuries on the body, but it was a shock."
Han Muye's voice echoed in the attic: "Six disciples, your Qin family will pay Jiuxuan Dao each a thousand Origin Stones, forget it."
There was silence in the attic.
Lao Jin, who originally had a look of resentment, stared at Han Muye blankly with his eyes widened.
Is this guy stupid?
"Haha, okay, okay." Qin Dangwu stood up and looked at Han Muye.
"You are the first one who dares to ignore our Qin family."
"It seems that there is no need for Jiuxuan Dao to exist."
The strong killing intent and the thick evil spirit surged up from his body, as if they were about to turn into clouds of light.
The attic was filled with murderous intent.
The six Jiu Xuan Dao disciples all stared and trembled.
"The predecessor of Jiuxuan Dao is Jiuxuan Tiandao Sect, and its inheritance can be traced back for hundreds of millions of years. I wonder why the Qin family destroyed a sect with such a profound foundation?" Han Muye looked at the two people in front of him and spoke softly.
These words made Qin Dangwu and Qin Zhengyao laugh out loud.
"Inherited for hundreds of millions of years?"
"The Qin family has destroyed more than one billion-year inheritance."
The two of them laughed, and then Qin Dangwu stepped forward and punched Han Muye on the head.
This punch was extremely fast, and the speed alone would make a second-level practitioner of the Reborn Realm palpitate.
Lao Jin gritted his teeth and stared at Han Muye, as if he wanted to see Han Muye's head smashed with a punch.
The six Jiu Xuan Dao disciples looked pale, with despair in their eyes.
His ancestor and uncle were all in the abandoned mine, and no one came to save him.
In Han Muye's eyes, this punch was extremely slow.
He has seen clearly all the other party's methods.
Even the Qin family's combat skills have been deduced a lot.
Compared with Jiuxuan Dao, this Qin family's combat skills have no advantage at all.
Seeing the punch coming in front of him, Han Muye did not dodge or dodge, he only raised his right hand and punched it out in front of him.
His fist met Qin Dangwu's wrist and hit his wrist hard.
Qin Danwu's wrist "clicked" and his right hand was swung away.
Han Muye didn't wait for him to retreat, he already took half a step forward, turned slightly, struck Qin Dangwu's chest with his elbow.
"Click——"
The sound of Qin Dangwu's sternum breaking could be heard.
"Yunfeng Zhenyue!"
Wu Quan looked at the elbow and whispered blankly.
How come a cultivator who has emerged from the third level of rebirth cannot even block a single blow?
Qin Dangwu was trembling all over, kneeling on the ground with a look of pain on his face.
"court death!"
Qin Zhengyao on the other side shouted loudly, took a step forward, unsheathed the long sword on his waist and slashed at Han Muye's head.
Han Muye did not flinch, and rushed forward, raising his right hand to support him, and grabbing Qin Zhengyao's chest with his left hand.
This attack is clearly what he used in the field!
Lao Jin's face turned pale, as if he had returned to the afternoon.
Wu Quan and others raised their heads and stared at Han Muye's attack.
This posture is so familiar.
Among the twelve Qingfeng postures, Soaring Clouds and Chasing the Wind!
"Snapped--"
Han Muye held Qin Zhengyao's wrist with his palm, grabbed his collar with the other hand, twisted his body and threw him out.
The moment he was thrown out, Qin Zhengyao's spine and shoulder bones were all shattered.
"Bang——"
Qin Zhengyao's body was thrown aside, with a look of pain on his face.
In just this moment, two strong men from the third level of the Qin Family's Reborn Realm were defeated.
The servants and practitioners of the Qin family scattered around all stood there with pale faces, daring not to move.
"This, this..." Wu Quan was stunned and murmured not knowing why.
The other Jiu Xuan Dao disciples also looked confused.
"Still not getting up?"
Han Muye shouted and asked the six disciples to stand up.
"Remember, the Qin family will send the Jiuxuan Daoyuan stone they owe. Otherwise, Han will go to the Qin family in person and get it himself."
Han Muye stepped forward, grabbed Qin Dangwu's lapel, took out a bag of Origin Stones from his pocket, weighed it, and turned to look at Wu Quan and others.
"What are you still doing?"
"After collecting the Origin Stones, we will be shocked."
Shocking?
Wu Quan and other disciples happily stepped forward and searched out the Origin Stones from those Qin family members who did not dare to move.
Some people have five or six yuan on them, and some people have seven or eight yuan on them.
Collected together, there were as many as fifty or sixty yuan.
Wu Quan rolled his eyes and sent the Origin Stones to Han Muye.
"Uncle Master, this is how the disciples honor you."
Han Muye grabbed a handful, waved his hand, turned around and walked down the attic.
Wu Quan and others followed in surprise.
After a while, wailing and roaring came from the attic.
