"Grandpa, Xun'er was definitely not wrong. There was someone there just now. His martial arts were so weird. Xun'er stared at him for a long time, but couldn't even see his figure clearly. His speed was so fast that even with you, grandpa, you can't see him clearly.

No need to give in too much!" the pretty girl said seriously.

When the white-haired old man saw his granddaughter's expression so serious, he knew that she was not joking, and his face suddenly became serious, "It's strange, is there such a master in our community? Although we just moved here not long ago, but

If there really is such an expert, I should have noticed it long ago. Xun'er, have you clearly seen his appearance and age?"

The pretty girl smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No, Xun'er can only see a figure practicing there, but Xun'er can't see the others clearly."

"Xun'er, you have now reached the state of Guwu's 'improving state'. If that person's movements can't even be seen clearly by you, I'm afraid he's still far above you! Such people are definitely rare in the world.

, could he be a disciple of a certain sect?" The white-haired old man speculated, touching his chin.

The pretty girl was stunned when she heard this, "Grandpa, what exactly is a sect disciple? Is there really an ancient martial arts sect in this world? Why have you never told Xun'er about this?"

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly and said: "Xun'er, it's not that grandpa refuses to tell you, it's just that those levels are still too far away for you now. You just need to know that in our society, although there are more and more ancient martial arts masters,

, but most of them are 'sanwu', that is, they have no sect or sect. They have become individual ancient martial arts masters by virtue of their own opportunities. However, there are also a small number of people who are derived from the inheritance of the ancient martial arts sect. These

People with strong sect background are definitely not something ordinary people like us can afford to offend."

"Our Mo family, if we trace our roots, our ancestors actually belonged to the Beiman sect. My grandfather, your great-grandfather, was an outer sect elder in Beiman Mountain. But later he got tired of the intrigues and intrigues within the sect.

, he left Beimang Mountain and came to the secular world, which established the family business of our Mo family, including the ancient martial arts you and I practice now, are actually passed down by your great-grandfather." The white-haired old man explained.

A look of surprise appeared on the face of the pretty girl Mo Zixun, and then her mind was agitated, and she began to unconsciously long for and fantasize about these little-known mysterious sects.

The white-haired old man was not aware of the longing on his granddaughter's face at all. He just shook his head with regret and sighed as he walked out of Mo Zixun's room. As he walked, he murmured to himself: "Now our Mo family has declined.

, the old bastards in the other two gangs are always coveting the power of our Mo family. As long as the old man is alive for a day, I can still scare them a little. But if one day I pass away and leave this big business behind, I will be under the pressure of Xun'er.

How can I, grandpa, rest assured on the shoulders of a weak girl like you?"

"If the master you just saw can really help our Mo family, I can rest in peace even if I die..."

Mo Zixun looked at her grandfather walking downstairs with a bitter sigh. She felt sad. She turned around and once again stared deeply at the roof of the villa where Ye Xuefeng had just appeared. She made a mental note of that villa. If there was a chance, she would

, she must visit the owner of that house and find out the mysterious ancient martial arts master!

…

The reason why Ye Xuefeng avoided the sight of Mo Zixun and Mo Jiugong at the critical moment was not because of any foresight. No matter how powerful he was, he would never be so powerful. He just happened to

Just finished practicing the "Tianshan Phantom Skill".

After returning to the living room of the villa, he sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to practice internal skills again. The time of sex passed by so quickly.

…

Early the next morning, Ye Xuefeng went for a run and returned home feeling refreshed. He made breakfast again, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Nangong Wu coming downstairs. Could it be that his wife still deserved it?

The habit of sleeping in bed?

Just as he was about to go up to call her, he saw Nangong Wu wearing school uniform and listlessly walking down the stairs. Her face was extremely poor, her eyes were red, her skin was pale, and she looked very haggard. Ye Xuefeng said in surprise: "My wife

,you are sick?"

Nangong Wu glared at Ye Xuefeng fiercely, what the bastard said! If he hadn't provoked her last night and made her take a cold shower, would she be like this?

Speaking of which, Nangong Wu was really aggrieved. After taking a cold shower last night, she obviously had no big problems, but she didn't expect that after sleeping on the bed, all kinds of sequelae appeared. She almost even fell asleep just now.

She couldn't get up, her head felt very heavy as soon as she opened her eyes, and then her whole body felt sore and weak, and her throat felt as if it was smoking. All of this was thanks to Ye Xuefeng. How could she look good on Ye Xuefeng?!

"Honey, do you have a cold? Hey, I'm not talking about you. I tried so hard to persuade you last night not to take a cold shower, but you just didn't listen. Now you know how uncomfortable it is, right?" Ye Xuefeng walked up to him distressedly.

He wanted to test Nangong Wu's forehead with his hand to see if she had a fever, but Nangong Wu was so angry that she pushed him away impatiently and said angrily: "Go away! I don't want you to worry about it.

I!"

"You are my wife, I don't care about you, who cares about you? Let me see if you have a fever?" Ye Xuefeng said dissatisfied, how long has it been and this girl is still willful!

"Get out! Get out! You are angry with me when you get up early in the morning. I am sick and you still don't let me go. Who is your wife? I have said it ten thousand times, I am not your wife! How did I get this disease?

, don’t you know yet? Go away, don’t let me see you!” Nangong Wu stubbornly pushed Ye Xuefeng away, tears could not help filling her eyes, and she wanted to go downstairs with a sullen face.

"Since you feel uncomfortable, don't go to school today. Why don't you ask Uncle Fu to ask for leave for you?" Ye Xuefeng said with concern.

Nangong Wu turned around and looked at him with a sneer: "Oh, do you really think of yourself as a member of our family? You asked Uncle Fu to ask for leave for me? What qualifications do you have to order Uncle Fu?"

Ye Xuefeng was stunned for a moment and compromised: "Okay, I said something wrong, but you really can't go to school like this. Why don't you give me five minutes and let me help you cure your illness, so that you can go to school and everything else."

No delay!”

"Five minutes?" Nangong Wu sneered even more. This guy thought that catching a cold was just playing tricks and could be cured in five minutes? And, who did he think he was, a miracle doctor?

Ye Xuefeng nodded confidently: "Yes! It only takes five minutes!" "Grandpa, Xun'er was definitely not wrong. There was someone there just now. His martial arts was so weird. Xun'er stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't see clearly.

His figure and his speed are so fast that even if I have to give in to you, grandpa!" the pretty girl said seriously.

When the white-haired old man saw his granddaughter's expression so serious, he knew that she was not joking, and his face suddenly became serious, "It's strange, is there such a master in our community? Although we just moved here not long ago, but

If there really is such an expert, I should have noticed it long ago. Xun'er, have you clearly seen his appearance and age?"

The pretty girl smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No, Xun'er can only see a figure practicing there, but Xun'er can't see the others clearly."

"Xun'er, you have now reached the state of Guwu's 'improving state'. If that person's movements can't even be seen clearly by you, I'm afraid he's still far above you! Such people are definitely rare in the world.

, could he be a disciple of a certain sect?" The white-haired old man speculated, touching his chin.

The pretty girl was stunned when she heard this, "Grandpa, what exactly is a sect disciple? Is there really an ancient martial arts sect in this world? Why have you never told Xun'er about this?"

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly and said: "Xun'er, it's not that grandpa refuses to tell you, it's just that those levels are still too far away for you now. You just need to know that in our society, although there are more and more ancient martial arts masters,

, but most of them are 'sanwu', that is, they have no sect or sect. They have become individual ancient martial arts masters by virtue of their own opportunities. However, there are also a small number of people who are derived from the inheritance of the ancient martial arts sect. These

People with strong sect background are definitely not something ordinary people like us can afford to offend."

"Our Mo family, if we trace our roots, our ancestors actually belonged to the Beiman sect. My grandfather, your great-grandfather, was an outer sect elder in Beiman Mountain. But later he got tired of the intrigues and intrigues within the sect.

, he left Beimang Mountain and came to the secular world, which established the family business of our Mo family, including the ancient martial arts you and I practice now, are actually passed down by your great-grandfather." The white-haired old man explained.

A look of surprise appeared on the face of the pretty girl Mo Zixun, and then her mind was agitated, and she began to unconsciously long for and fantasize about these little-known mysterious sects.

The white-haired old man was not aware of the longing on his granddaughter's face at all. He just shook his head with regret and sighed as he walked out of Mo Zixun's room. As he walked, he murmured to himself: "Now our Mo family has declined.

, the old bastards in the other two gangs are always coveting the power of our Mo family. As long as the old man is alive for a day, I can still scare them a little. But if one day I pass away and leave this big business behind, I will be under the pressure of Xun'er.

How can I, grandpa, rest assured on the shoulders of a weak girl like you?"

"If the master you just saw can really help our Mo family, I can rest in peace even if I die..."

Mo Zixun looked at her grandfather walking downstairs with a bitter sigh. She felt sad. She turned around and once again stared deeply at the roof of the villa where Ye Xuefeng had just appeared. She made a mental note of that villa. If there was a chance, she would

, she must visit the owner of that house and find out the mysterious ancient martial arts master!

…

The reason why Ye Xuefeng avoided the sight of Mo Zixun and Mo Jiugong at the critical moment was not because of any foresight. No matter how powerful he was, he would never be so powerful. He just happened to

Just finished practicing the "Tianshan Phantom Skill".

After returning to the living room of the villa, he sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to practice internal skills again. The time of sex passed by so quickly.

…

Early the next morning, Ye Xuefeng went for a run and returned home feeling refreshed. He made breakfast again, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Nangong Wu coming downstairs. Could it be that his wife still deserved it?

The habit of sleeping in bed?

Just as he was about to go up to call her, he saw Nangong Wu wearing school uniform and listlessly walking down the stairs. Her face was extremely poor, her eyes were red, her skin was pale, and she looked very haggard. Ye Xuefeng said in surprise: "My wife

,you are sick?"

Nangong Wu glared at Ye Xuefeng fiercely, what the bastard said! If he hadn't provoked her last night and made her take a cold shower, would she be like this?

Speaking of which, Nangong Wu was really aggrieved. After taking a cold shower last night, she obviously had no big problems, but she didn't expect that after sleeping on the bed, all kinds of sequelae appeared. She almost even fell asleep just now.

She couldn't get up, her head felt very heavy as soon as she opened her eyes, and then her whole body felt sore and weak, and her throat felt as if it was smoking. All of this was thanks to Ye Xuefeng. How could she look good on Ye Xuefeng?!

"Honey, do you have a cold? Hey, I'm not talking about you. I tried so hard to persuade you last night not to take a cold shower, but you just didn't listen. Now you know how uncomfortable it is, right?" Ye Xuefeng walked up to him distressedly.

He wanted to test Nangong Wu's forehead with his hand to see if she had a fever, but Nangong Wu was so angry that she pushed him away impatiently and said angrily: "Go away! I don't want you to worry about it.

I!"

"You are my wife, I don't care about you, who cares about you? Let me see if you have a fever?" Ye Xuefeng said dissatisfied, how long has it been and this girl is still willful!

"Get out! Get out! You are angry with me when you get up early in the morning. I am sick and you still don't let me go. Who is your wife? I have said it ten thousand times, I am not your wife! How did I get this disease?

, don’t you know yet? Go away, don’t let me see you!” Nangong Wu stubbornly pushed Ye Xuefeng away, tears could not help filling her eyes, and she wanted to go downstairs with a sullen face.

"Since you feel uncomfortable, don't go to school today. Why don't you ask Uncle Fu to ask for leave for you?" Ye Xuefeng said with concern.

Nangong Wu turned around and looked at him with a sneer: "Oh, do you really think of yourself as a member of our family? You asked Uncle Fu to ask for leave for me? What qualifications do you have to order Uncle Fu?"

Ye Xuefeng was stunned for a moment and compromised: "Okay, I said something wrong, but you really can't go to school like this. Why don't you give me five minutes and let me help you cure your illness, so that you can go to school and everything else."

No delay!”

"Five minutes?" Nangong Wu sneered even more. This guy thought that catching a cold was just playing tricks and could be cured in five minutes? And, who did he think he was, a miracle doctor?
Chapter completed!