After being shocked, Ma Xianhong thought the problem through and his expression gradually calmed down.

Looking at the teasing Clarinet, Ma Xianhong said calmly: "You six people... from the beginning, you configured your combat power with the village as your opponent, right?"

"hehe.......!"

Black Tube chuckled, raised his hand and compared, saying, "You don't take your uncle seriously, there are six."

Feng Baobao behind him also made a clever gesture: "It's seven, and there are two more..."

"Shut up! Don't argue with me!!"

Clarinet turned around with an angry look on his face and said fiercely.

"Anyway, let me make it clear to you now. Everyone who comes to this village is here to deal with this village."

"Now that the upper roots have been dealt with, and those ignorant villagers have been dispersed, then, if we were the ones besieging you, guess... what is your good uncle doing now?"

"What--!?"

Ma Xianhong's pupils shrank and he was stunned for a moment. After he reacted, he no longer had any intention of fighting with them. His figure flashed and he ran directly towards the main hall in the village!

The meaning of the clarinet is very clear!

Zhang Chulan’s target is… the self-cultivation furnace!

Ma Xianhong's face was filled with horror. He no longer cared about anything else and ran towards the hall with all his might!

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