Super NPC system

Chapter 220
The gate of the Mu family was punched to the ground, and with a loud bang, it fell down amidst the roar of smoke and dust.

Wow!There was a lot of voices, and the audience in the distance shouted loudly. The Mu family, one of the three aristocratic families in Tianfengfu City, had their gates knocked down. Looking at the nervous faces of the disciples of the Mu family, once upon a time, these disciples, one by one His face was full of pride and pride, but now he was trembling like a sheep in front of a lion.

The crowd lamented that the Mu family had a good reputation in Tianfengfu City, and they did not bully the common people or dominate the city.

"Isn't the old thing from the Mu family coming out? Hahaha, what a thousand-year-old turtle—" a young man in a green robe stood in front of the collapsed gate and shouted triumphantly.It was Zhao Qing who was kicked over by Mu Qingcheng once with his "fucking kick".

"Zhao Qing—presumptuous, our patriarch is not something you can insult—" a member of the Mu family was afraid of immortals, but at this time he still pretended to be brave and said righteously.

"Humph—" Suddenly, a strange young man brought by Zhao Qing snorted coldly, pointed out, and the flying sword behind his back flew out with a speed as fast as thunder, and the tip of the sword picked on the hands and feet of the clansman. With a few strokes, he cut off the tendons in his hands and feet, and then flew back into the scabbard behind the young man.

"Ah! Ah—" The clansman who spoke fell to the ground, his face contorted in pain, and the pain of his veins being severed was tormenting him.

"Shangxian, I'll come, leave this person to me to deal with—" Zhao Qing said flatteringly, and then proudly walked over.

A few vigorous young disciples stood in front of the clansman, blocked Zhao Qing, glared at each other and said, "What are you doing—"

"Let's all get the hell out of here——" Zhao Qing shouted arrogantly with the support of a monk, and kicked several people with his feet.

"You..." These young people are all newborns, Newton is not afraid of tigers, and this Zhao Qing is really deceiving too much, so they immediately fought back.

"Hmph—" Seeing a few people fight back, the young man felt that he couldn't hold back his face, even his own status as a monk couldn't restrain these mortals. Go, cut off a few good heads, and the bright red blood spurted out.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, but they were overwhelmed by the immortal's aura and dared not move.

Snapped!Zhao Qing stepped on the wrist of the clansman whose veins were broken, stepped on the place where his veins were broken, stepped on them hard, trampled hard, twisted the soles of his shoes and turned on the wounds.

"Ah—ah—" the clansman yelled in pain, staring at the big foot stepping on the wound——

"Hahaha——you are so arrogant! Go crazy with me again—" Zhao Qing yelled wildly with a distorted face, looking ferocious like a ghost.

tread!tread!tread……

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the inner courtyard, it should be a group of people walking together.

"Stop—" Hearing the screams and seeing an extremely irritating scene in his eyes, Mu Zhanpeng shouted angrily, jumped up, like a hovering goshawk, and grabbed Zhao Qing. go.

Zhao Qing was startled by a loud shout, but then he thought of his family's helper and calmed down again.

The strange young man who used the flying sword sneered when he saw that Mu Zhanpeng wanted to hurt and save others in front of his eyes.

"Unsheath——" With a cold shout, the flying sword flew out from behind, stabbing Mu Zhanpeng straight.

Mu Zhanpeng saw the sword coming, but he couldn't dodge it. After all, he was just a martial artist, and he couldn't compare with these immortals who called wind and rain.

"Be careful—" Seeing that his son was in danger, Mu Tianqi screamed and rushed out.

Boom!Bang—two muffled sounds, one was the sound of Mu Tianqi fighting Fei Jian, and the other was the sound of Mu Tianqi being thrown out and hitting the ground.

"Father--"

"Brother Mu——"

"The head of the house—"

Feng Qian, Mu Zhanpeng, and two disciples all exclaimed in surprise.Feng Qian screamed and rushed up to check.At this time, Mu Zhanpeng had withdrawn his move in time, twisted his body, rushed back, and ran towards his father.

After all, Feng Qian had practiced a little monk's kung fu, her speed was extremely fast, almost as soon as Mu Tianqi fell to the ground, Feng Qian rushed to his side and helped Mu Tianqi up.

"I'm fine—ahem, I didn't expect us two old things to get fragmented papers. After practicing for so much of our lives, we still can't beat a young junior—" Mu Tianqi sighed desolately, not only for himself for most of his life His hard work was not as uncomfortable as that of a young disciple of another sect, and even more so when he thought about it, today, in front of these monks, even a member of the clan would not even be able to escape.

Feng Qian quickly comforted him: "Brother, don't be sad, both of us are loose cultivators, and we only rely on the fragments we got to grope in the dark. We have complete exercises with them, and there are famous teachers to guide us. The monks assisted by medicine are incomparable—it’s just sad that our two families will be wiped out today—”

"Father, how are you? Are you okay—" Mu Zhanpeng also rushed up at this time and asked with concern.

Mu Zhanxiong and others, several people from the Feng family, and other disciples of the family stood aside.Everyone felt heavy in their hearts. Even the strongest Patriarch couldn't stop the opponent's move. They were really desperate.

"Go, get out—" Zhao Qing stretched out his foot and kicked hard, kicking the member of the Mu family whose veins were severed, and fell to the ground beside him, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood heavily. The wrist that was stepped on was swollen like a black-purple bun, and it couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"Hahaha——" Zhao Qing patted the dust on his body, and smiled triumphantly: "How is it? You two old things, have you discussed it? Do you want to come to my Zhao family? Otherwise, now you It's going to be annihilated—"

Feng Qian and Mu Zhanpeng supported Mu Tianqi to stand up.

"Hahaha—a brat who hasn't even grown hair yet, even the patriarch of your Zhao family——Zhao Kai here, doesn't dare to be so presumptuous to us, it's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers—" Feng Qianda shouted.

"The old thing with two and a half feet in the coffin, why is he still putting on airs here? This young master is here to destroy your two families today. If you are interested, you should submit obediently. Being a servant of our Zhao family, you can still Save your life—" Zhao Qing shouted arrogantly.

"Hahaha——the Zhao family's junior, let me, an old thing with half a foot in the coffin, teach you a good lesson for the Zhao family—" Feng Qian laughed angrily, pouring in Yuanli, the laughter spread all over Half of "Tianfeng Fucheng"——

Zhao Qing unconsciously took two steps back, the old man's laughter was so scary.

"Humph——" Suddenly, the strange young man behind Zhao Qing slowly stepped forward, and snorted coldly, covering up Feng Qian's laughter—everyone felt a tightness in their chests shaken by the cold snort ——

Feng Qian stared at the young man solemnly, the energy fluctuations in the other party were so strong!

"Ahem!" Mu Tianqi coughed lightly twice, walked up, and stood with Feng Qian. "This person is not easy to deal with, let's go together—"

Feng Qian nodded heavily, and said worriedly: "There is more than one monk on the other side, what should the children do?"

"At this time, I can't control them anymore. I can only let the children rely on themselves—" Mu Tianqi said in a deep voice, taking over the spears from the clansman and grabbing them. Because of nervousness, his knuckles were already grasping hard. of whitish.

Feng Qian didn't expect that Zhao's family would make a move ahead of schedule today, she didn't bring any weapons when she went out, so she could only keep her hands empty.

"Haha, how can we use so many of us to deal with you people? If it weren't for the boring days of cultivating Taoism, I want to have some fun, and you are not worthy of letting me take action--" the young monk smiled proudly, and at the same time ordered the others. A monk should not make a move.

Thanks to the young monk's order, Mu Zhanpeng and others were considered safe for the time being, and quickly watched the fight between the two Patriarchs and the young monk with full attention.

(End of this chapter)