In the back garden where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, on the winding path paved with round jade stones, there are two figures walking, one in front and one behind.
Walking in front was an old man, with a broad body and a ruddy complexion.
He wore a brocade light blue embroidered robe, gray trousers, and soft leather boots with raised toes.
The tiger's eyes are like torches, and wealth and wealth are compelling.
He is holding a small and exquisite purple teapot in his left hand, and his right hand is behind his back.
The steps are steady and the spirit is calm.
The person following behind with his head lowered was a middle-aged man with a square face.
Judging by his age, he is almost in his early forties.
Thick eyebrows, big eyes, fair skin.
His hands were folded on his lower abdomen, his posture was humble, and his expression was respectful.
"Is there any problem with Sheng'er?"
The old man with a big belly smacked the spout of the pot and asked with a smile: "How many rounds are you in?"
The middle-aged man replied: "When I left, it happened to be the beginning of the fourth round."
"Sheng'er's martial arts is at the peak of the fourteenth level. He has won three out of three battles and has not yet met an opponent."
"Of course, if nothing else happens, no one will be his opponent."
"The right to mine the unclaimed spiritual veins this time must be in the pocket of my Zhao family."
The old man smacked his lips and said meaningfully: "If you are careless and lose Jingzhou, don't underestimate the other three."
"Lu Jun from the Lu family and Sun Yalian from the Sun family are both at the fourteenth level of martial arts."
"They have a chance to compete with Sheng'er."
The middle-aged man stopped for a moment, shook his head slightly and said, "Lu Jun can't do it. Not long after he stepped onto the fourteenth level of martial arts, his foundation is unstable and his spiritual power is in chaos."
"Furthermore, he has fought against Sheng'er no less than ten times over the years, and each time he could not survive thirty moves."
"It's just an appearance, it's not vulnerable to a blow."
"The girl from the Sun family, um, has practiced strange swordsmanship. Unfortunately, her lethality is not enough. Her slow movement is her biggest flaw."
"I can barely fight with Sheng'er for a few times, and I'm slightly better than Lu Jun."
The old man became interested, turned around and asked again: "Where is the Yu family?"
The middle-aged man sneered and said with a sarcastic smile: "No one is available in the Yu family, and the most powerful disciple is only at the thirteenth level of martial arts."
"The cannon fodder on the field is just making up the numbers."
"Today is different from the past. Without Yu Hong in charge, the Yu family is not worth mentioning at all."
The old man held the pot with his palm, and his magical power was working, but when he smelled the aroma of tea, he said: "Don't forget, there is also a talented girl in the Yu family who is recognized by Qingfeng City."
The middle-aged man responded: "Yes, Yu He's talent is beyond doubt, and he is firmly seated as the number one among the younger generations of the four major families."
"But as far as I know, one month after Yuhong fell in Bading Hanshan, Yuhe fell into seclusion and broke through the fifteenth level of martial arts."
"This confinement lasts for four full years."
"If she gets out of seclusion, no matter whether she succeeds or not, Sheng'er will not be her opponent."
"But to say the least, the Yu family today would never dare to let her show up easily."
"That's the only trump card they have to make a comeback. Can't they protect it well?"
The old man smiled without saying a word and continued walking along the path.
The middle-aged man followed him obediently and said with lowered eyebrows: "Ancestor, once this battle for the right to mine spiritual veins is over, I will have to try to retreat to the 18th level of martial arts."
"Until then, please ask the ancestor to protect me and take care of me..."
Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by the old man stroking his hand and saying: "Three years, wait three more years."
"You are the head of the Zhao family. You should have full authority to handle all the trivial matters in daily life. How can you leave it to me?"
"At this moment, I have attained the Great Perfection of the first-grade True Immortal. I can sense the second-grade True Immortal who is close to Chi Chi anytime and anywhere."
"Three to five years, no one can tell how long it will take."
"So, I can't take care of you at the moment."
The middle-aged man was not angry but happy, and said in surprise: "Ancestor, are you really going to break through to the second level of true immortal?"
His eyes were bright, and he rarely lost his composure.
The old man played with the hot teapot that ordinary people dare not touch, and said calmly: "Come on, when did I ever deceive you?"
The middle-aged man was still waiting to speak when suddenly he heard rustling footsteps coming from behind.
It looks like one person walking quickly, or like several people running one after another.
Frowning slightly, he scolded without looking back: "Asshole, who let you in?"
"Get out, get everyone out of here."
The spiritual power is released and full of coercion.
The head of the Zhao family, Zhao Mi, who only thought the disciples of the clan accidentally broke into the back garden, had a gloomy face and said in a voice like beating a drum: "Each of you will receive thirty sticks, and they will all give me a long memory."
"Click rub rub."
The footsteps did not stop and became louder.
Zhao Mi suddenly felt something bad, and the cultivation level of the seventeenth level of martial arts surged out.
But the next moment, there was silver light chopping and disappearing in a flash.