Campus belle's cultivation master

Several bodyguards either sat down on the ground or leaned against the wall, their chests heaved violently and their eyes breathed in horror.

They are all very skilled and experienced in killing. However, even if they were shot to their foreheads, they were not as frightened as they are today.

The old man bent his waist and covered his face with a straw hat with wide eaves. Standing in the same place, the bamboo stick in his hand knocked the steps, making a small "dada" sound.

Very leisurely and patient

As far as he is concerned, the long years have gone by and never come back. Waiting for such a short time is nothing at all.

In the yard came the sound of messy footsteps, and then the door slowly opened. Chen Wunan led many Chen family members behind him through the courtyard and rushed to the front.

Many members of the Chen family stopped and looked at the shabby, short and thin little old man at the gate. There was endless fear in his eyes.

The scene that just happened in the lobby is still imprinted in everyone's mind, causing his body to tremble and his hands and feet to be cold.

Who the hell is this? Why is there such a bloody means?

Chen Wunan steadied his mind, took a few steps forward and bowed to the end: "I'm Chen Wunan, the master of the Chen family, dare to ask the elder... But master Basong?"

"Ha ha, it's the old blind bashong." The old man stepped forward a step, laughing sharply and darkly, "are you the son of the old man? Or grandson? "

Chen Wunan took a deep breath and quickly replied, "great grandson, great grandson."

"Well, time and tide do not spare people." The old man sighed, his voice choked, "in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. At the beginning, you, jia'an Chen family, were just a small shop operator. Now you have accumulated such a large fortune. "

Everyone in the room was secretly surprised that the dry little old man had met the ancestors of the Chen family. How old was he?

The old man staggered up the last step and fell on his knees on the threshold with a "plop", wailing: "old master! Home owner! Here comes the blind man! The past year is not here, the past year is over, can the yellow spring be peaceful? "

His cry was like the cry of a night owl. Instead of arousing the sympathy of all the people present, he felt that his back was piercing and cold.

Chen Wunan rubbed his hands and bowed respectfully: "master Basong, what are you doing? It's too hard..."

"It's the old master who cries for the blind, not you younger generation." The old man raised his hand to wipe tears under the straw hat, and his voice gradually regained his composure. "I ask, is that gourd your blood?"

"Yes." Chen Wunan put his hand in his arms and pulled out a red gourd. "I swore by blood in accordance with the method handed down by my ancestors, and then I got in touch with master Basong."

As soon as the old man raised his hand, he grabbed it and asked coldly, "do you know the price?"

Chen Wunan swallowed his saliva and said in a difficult voice: "it has been handed down from generation to generation. If you encounter a great feud between life and death, when your family is in danger, please move your hand."

"Hey, hey, life and death? But never die? "

Chen Wunan's eyes welled up with a touch of ferocity and nodded heavily: "yes."

"Fight off the last trace of blood and die together, but also let the other party die without a place to die, and suffer from irreparable suffering?"

Chen Wunan's body was trembling, his forehead was blue and his teeth were biting fiercely: "yes."

"Good, good! Ha ha ha ha The old man screamed with laughter. His thin hand gripped the blood gourd in his hand. "I passed by jia'an more than a hundred years ago. On New Year's Eve, I was fed with a bowl of hot porridge from my hometown's owner, and a broken bed was heated, so I was lucky to survive.

It is said that the Chen family can be handed down from generation to generation. If they encounter a great hatred for their lives in the future, they just need to inject blood and swear by the blood of the Chen family. Even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, the blind man can hear it and help the Chen family to end their hatred and repay their great kindness.

Since you have such a determination today, you will not hesitate to swear by your family blood that this old debt should be paid back by Ba song, the blind man! "

The Chen people standing around were stunned when they listened to the conversation.

It is obvious that such a secret story is handed down from generation to generation only to the family owners. They are ordinary family members who have never heard of it!

Many people hesitated and spoke carefully

"Old man, can you really compete with linzixuan?"

"Yes, that linzixuangui is a giant in the south of the Yangtze River. He has a military background. It is said that he can communicate with ghosts and gods by means of powerful means."

"You are so old and in poor health. If you fight with him, I'm afraid..."

The old man shook his head and laughed a few times: "what Jiangnan giant? You don't know Lin Zixuan at all. He was a person who had been on the top of wudaojuejian. He once slaughtered the seven heavenly masters and even killed the demigod strongman, which shocked the whole cultivation world and declared that he had spread abroad

You jia'an Chen family are just a small family in the secular world. It's not unjust that they are extinct in his hands. "

Chen Wunan and others didn't understand a word of what he said, but they looked even more uneasy.

Lin Zixuan, even more powerful than they imagined!

"But you don't have to worry too much about it. In the past, the son of heaven has already become the best singer and no longer exists." The old man's words were full of arrogance. "Now Lin Zixuan has a crack in the road, and his cultivation has fallen back. It's not worth mentioning. He just deserves to bully you little fish and shrimps. I just need to do a little trick to kill him easily... "

The Chen family breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed.

They can see with their own eyes the mysterious methods of the old people before. If you can't even kill Lin Zixuan, there's nothing you can do.

Chen Wunan's face was filled with ecstasy and clapped his hands repeatedly. He could not help imagining the bloody scene of the boy kneeling and wailing, his intestines piercing his stomach and crawling out of the poisonous insects

"Master bassoon! Please get up He quickly reached for help and wanted to help the old man who knelt down to the ground up. "Please take a seat in the lobby. I'll tell people to prepare good food and wine for you now."

He held each other's thin arm and took a breath.

"Hey, hey, you are still respectful." The old man laughed and raised his face which was always covered by the brim.

"Ah Chen Wunan just looked at it, then subconsciously screamed, and staggered down to the ground.

"Boy." The old man's talon like palm was slightly clenched, and his voice was gradually cold. "You are far worse than the old man a hundred years ago..."