Zheng Ming smiled, shook his head, and was about to leave, but at this moment, a girl's voice with self-blame came from the room: "Mu Wan'er, where are you... your courage gone? Senior brother will be disappointed..."

The gentle self-blame made Zheng Ming stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to listen, he heard the demonic green snail tsk in his ear: "The little sister is ready, Zheng Ming, what are you waiting for?"

"Maybe you guy is a bit perverted and you can't be passive!"

Listening to the words of the demonic green snail, the flames in Zheng Ming's heart became even more intense. (?[〔>He glanced at Mu Wan'er's room and saw the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed like a gentle cat, looking tangled.

Zheng Ming estimated that if he rushed over at this moment, Mu Wan'er would never refuse, but is this really good?

Just when Zheng Ming was hesitating and didn't know what to do, he heard a deep voice: "Can Zheng Ming be there?"

The appearance of this voice made Zheng Ming break free from the entanglement, but in his heart, he did not feel much grateful to the people who helped him free him, but instead he complained more.

This guy came here a bit a coincidence!

Zheng Ming immediately flew up in the direction of his speech, and saw the strong old man who was speaking for him and the woman in her thirties in his blue clothes beside him, standing under the three pine emperors, with her clothes fluttering like a god.

Although Zheng Ming has not figured out the names of the strong old man and the woman in blue until now, one thing is certain, that is, these two people are people who can absolutely trust.

After all, when he appeared, he helped him unconditionally, and was obviously an old friend of the Changtian lineage.

Zheng Ming clasped his fists at the two of them and said, "Zheng Ming greets the two seniors."

"Hmph, I dare not be accused of it. You are now the head of Wanxiang Mountain. Speaking of which, it is the two of us who bow to you." The old man, the brave and hard-working attitude, not only did not appreciate Zheng Ming's respectful attitude, but also said with a hint of sarcasm.

The tight face of the healthy old man shows that he is still a little dissatisfied with Zheng Ming. However, the more he is like this, the more certain Zheng Ming is in his heart that the old man has no ill intention towards him.

Although he also knew that he, the sect leader, was just a name. Not to mention that Jiang Yuan had the Wanxiang lineage in his hand, he was only half of the Wanxiang Mountain. How could Zheng Ming, who is alone now, take control of Wanxiang Mountain in his hands?

Not to mention the song of the Green Lotus Sword, it is just a name. It is still far from the true human heart.

But no matter what, he is the sect leader. Even if Jiang Yuan and others see him, they will treat him with etiquette to treat him, and should not be like now, with a slight look on their noses and eyes, and they are full of disdain.

"Okay, you old man, please say less." The woman in blue pushed the strong old man and said with a smile: "Zheng Ming, you Mr. Zhang are just a little rough, don't care."

While speaking, the woman in blue whispered: "Where is Wan'er, why didn't she come here?"

Just as she was talking, Mu Wan'er groped over and walked over. She listened with her ears in the direction the woman in blue was talking, and said hesitantly on her face: "Aunt Lan, you... you are Aunt Lan!"

When the woman in blue saw Mu Wan'er walking towards her, a trace of sadness appeared on her originally bright face. She was like a flash of lightning, and rushed to Mu Wan'er approaching and hugged Mu Wan'er.

"My poor Wan'er is so old. If your father hadn't been too cruel, Aunt Lan wouldn't have let you leave Wanxiang Mountain with him."

While speaking, the woman in blue looked around Mu Wan'er carefully, but the sadness in her eyes could not be concealed.

"Hehe, in a blink of an eye, Wan'er has become a big girl. She looks exactly the same as her cousin. She is both the number one beauty in my Wanxiang Mountain!"

The woman in blue said with a hint of teasing. Generally, at this time, the person who speaks should be in a good mood, but there is no smile on the woman in blue.

She spoke like this to comfort Mu Wan'er.

Hearing the woman in blue praise for her beauty, Mu Wan'er showed a shy smile on her face. Her fingers rubbed the corner of her clothes and said embarrassedly: "Aunt Lan, you are the number one beauty in our Wanxiang Mountain!"

The strong old man looked at Mu Wan'er and smiled. He glanced at Zheng Ming and said, "Boy, come and sit down!"

While speaking, the strong old man sat in the main seat of the small table without any hesitation, looking at Zheng Ming with a parental look and said, "Wan'er is a bit inconvenient. You must treat her well. If she suffers some grievances, I will remove your bones."

"Don't think you know the Qinglian Sword Song. If you haven't cultivated the Qinglian Sword Song to the Lotus Transformation Realm, you are no match for me."

After saying this, the old man showed a look of pride on his face, as if he could suppress Qinglian Jiange, and he was very happy.

"You old guy, you are almost two hundred years old, why are you fighting with a young man? Besides, if you give Zheng Ming such age, you might have reached the divine habitat." The woman in blue also pulled Mu Wan'er over at this time and looked at the strong old man fiercely.

Zheng Ming was a little speechless. The strong old man was less than 200 years old. Speaking of which, he was over 100 years old. Although there were still some gaps, there were not too many differences.

"Aunt Lan, Uncle Zhang, you sit down first, I'll pour tea!" Mu Wan'er pulled the woman in blue to the table and sat down, and said obediently.

The strong old man was about to stop him, but the woman in blue waved her hand gently. He looked at Mu Wan'er, who was busy and had not had many obstacles, and the water marks in her eyes increased a lot.

"Wan'er's tea is delicious. I can't say that in the future, I'll come here to drink more tea." The woman in blue asked Mu Wan'er to sit down, then looked at Zheng Ming and said, "If your senior brother dares to bully you, tell Aunt Lan, I'll vent for you."

The old man in charge wanted to laugh, but in the end, the smile turned into a sigh. For the old man in charge, Mu Wan'er was a pity-loving junior, but the eyes of this junior really made people...

"Zheng Ming, your master will be very happy to see today's situation. You... can be said that you have fulfilled your master's wish!" The strong old man looked at Zheng Ming with an extremely serious voice.

Mu Wan'er, who was originally snuggling up to the woman in blue, looked happy, had a change in her face. The woman in blue patted Mu Wan'er's hand gently and signaled her to continue listening.

"But if that kid was by my side now, I would definitely beat him up hard, and he would be happy. Hehe, he left you kid and girl with great trouble!" When he said this, the strong old man slapped his palms heavily on the table.

The old man is a warrior in the Lotus Realm. Every move is full of blessings from the power of heaven and earth. If his palm hits the table, let alone a table made of stone, even a table made of steel will turn into pieces.

A white palm gently dragged the huge palm with a rush of overwhelming power as the old man's big hand was about to fall.

"The slightest scenery on the Sanhuangping is hidden in the hard work of my sister. Senior brother should not be angry at will." The woman in blue said to the strong old man with a smile.

"Okay, I understand, I just have a fire in my heart!" There was a hint of constipation in the expression of the healthy old man. From his movements, Zheng Ming even felt that the healthy old man was so afraid of the woman in blue.

Not bad, just fear!

I wonder if the old man in the martial arts saw the smile on Zheng Ming's face, and his voice became more serious: "Boy, don't think I'm an alarmist. Do you think you can really go on this sect leader?"

"I dare to bet you that if you are unwilling to be a puppet within a year, someone will drive you out of this position."

"And, your reputation, even the reputation of the Changtian lineage, will be lost as you are driven from the position of sect leader."

Mu Wan'er's face, which was originally smiling, became nervous in an instant. While pulling the woman in blue with her hands, she asked for help from the strong old man: "Uncle Beard, you have to help senior brother!"

"If you don't become the sect leader of Wanxiang Mountain, I can still protect your Changtian lineage. But now, you have become the target of public criticism, even if I fight for my life, it will not work."

"So, your best way is to resign this sect leader who is not real, practice hard, and recruit more disciples. Only in this way can the Changtian lineage be continued."

To a person who loves fame and fortune, he naturally is reluctant to let go of the position of sect leader, but Zheng Ming did not think that the old man had any alarmist words. What he told him, Zheng Ming knew that it was really for his own good.

If he hadn't needed a lot of reputation, Zheng Ming wouldn't have wanted the position of the sect leader, but for that lot of reputation, Zheng Ming would never have let himself lose the position of the sect leader.

After all, this Wanxiang Mountain ruled a piece of land that had crossed the canyons and the Thirteen Kingdoms. There was too much reputation that could bring to Zheng Ming.

"Master, I will never give up the position of sect leader." Zheng Ming glanced at the old man with a firm attitude and said firmly.

Zheng Ming's determination made the healthy old man stand up from the chair suddenly. The ring-open tiger eyes gave people a feeling of fear.

"What are you? Tell me again. If you believe it or not, I will teach you a good lesson for your master!"

The strong old man is not just a threat. At this time, he gives people the feeling of a volcano that can explode at any time.

Feeling the threat of the strong old man, Zheng Ming's expression remained unchanged: "Master, for the sake of the Changtian lineage, I must not give up this position."

Zheng Ming felt that he was really funny at this moment when he made himself look stubborn. But he had to pretend. After all, under the banner of Mu Feihong, his best choice is now.

The woman in blue looked at the old man who was already like an angry lion and sighed, "Forget it, since he wants to fight, let him fight!"
Chapter completed!