There were twenty-four people who broke in. They stood there without saying a word. It was not difficult to see from their burly and agile body, slightly protruding temples, and the bright eyes that were shining with bright light. They were all masters!
After seeing their faces clearly, Zhong Wuyan's already panic looked even more pale and said to Lin Xiaoming with a bitter voice, "It's over, you didn't leave just now. Now you can't leave even if you want to leave. The twenty-four filial piety is here!"
"Twenty-Four Filial Piety?" Lin Xiaoming asked in confusion, "Are these filial sons?"
"The brave and good at fighting!" Zhong Wuyan corrected with a wry smile and explained, "They are the blood guards of the Blood Sect, the first-class masters, known as the twenty-four Xiaos, and are the strongest team of the ancestor!"
Lin Xiaoming asked curiously, "How good are they?"
Zhong Wu's romantic intention is concise, "One can beat Xu Zhi and two!"
Lin Xiaoming asked blankly, "How good is Xu Zhi?"
Zhong Wuyan thought for a while and replied, "I can beat Xu Zhi two now!"
Lin Xiaoming sweated for a while, "Then you just say that any of these twenty-four people can tie you with you, why are you going to get Xu Zhi?"
Zhong Wuyan: “…”
Lin Xiaoming said with some disdain, "And even so, you may not be able to be very skilled!"
Zhong Wuyan was not dressed and was surrounded by a group of big men. She really didn't want to talk to Lin Xiaoming at this time, but when she saw that he didn't agree, she couldn't help asking, "You can beat me twenty-four
?”
Lin Xiaoming finally couldn't speak out now.
Although Zhong Wuyan's martial arts are not particularly strong and have a certain distance from Zhaomei, she is much better than Feilong, Yang Wei, Fan Ren and others!
Lin Xiaoming asked himself that he could easily control the ten or eight of hers, but he wouldn't have that confidence if he was like twenty-four!
After the twenty-four Xiao broke in, he didn't say anything. He just looked solemn, but his eyes were complicated and strange.
This man, they knew Lin Xiaoming, who ranked first on the Blood Sect's Necessary Killing Blacklist.
They knew this woman even more. The saint Zhong Wuyan, who was under one person in the blood sect and above ten thousand people.
But they didn't understand what was going on.
Judging from the two of them's exposed shoulders on the quilt, they were obviously not wearing any clothes.
Judging from the messy clothes scattered on the ground, they had obviously experienced something indescribable just now.
Why did these two people who were supposed to be irreconcilable?
But even if they were confused, they endured it and didn't say anything!
It was not until the sound of crutches on the ground came outside that they all gave in to both sides.
As they moved out of the way, an old man wearing a white Tang suit and leaning on a cane walked in slowly from outside the door.
At the beginning, Lin Xiaoming thought it was Uncle Seven, but after a closer look, he found that Uncle Seven was completely incomparable to others, and his momentum and style were not the same level at all.
For example, to make an easy-to-understand example, Uncle Qi is at most an ordinary aconite fly, but the old man in front of him is a shiny green-headed fly, which is just as annoying, but the latter is obviously much more dazzling.
Needless to ask, this is probably the legendary ancestor of the Blood Sect.
After the ancestor appeared, he saw the scene on the bed and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhong Wuyan.
Although the Twenty-Four Snacks are powerful, Zhong Wuyan doesn't take them seriously at all. However, she can't stand the heavy gaze of the ancestor!
The body, which was not covered with inches of quilt, slowly slid down, covering her head and face under the quilt.
The ancestor's eyes turned to Lin Xiaoming, and instantly became as sharp as a knife.
Lin Xiaoming has no embarrassment. If you dare to sleep with your granddaughter, you won’t be afraid of being known to you.
However, it was the first time I was lying down to see the parents, especially when I was obviously not so polite, so I lifted the quilt and walked straight to the ancestor.
As soon as he appeared naked, Twenty-Sewelve Xiao thought he should not be so polite. Just lie back quickly. It’s so embarrassing!
The ancestor's expression was also a little unnatural, not because of inferiority, but because he lived a long life. He had seen countless cunning and cunning people, but he had never seen such a shameless young man.
However, as the leader of the Blood Sect, his psychological quality is obviously allergic. His embarrassment flashed on his face and he instantly returned to normal.
However, the next second, his face collapsed again.
Lin Xiaoming actually raised his hand and said shamelessly, "Hello, Grandpa!"
The ancestor's face instantly had black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Grandpa?"
Lin Xiaoming pointed to Zhong Wuyan, who was completely hidden under the quilt behind her, "Aren't you Xiao Yanyan's grandfather?"
Xiao Yanyan?
Zhong Wu, who was hiding under the quilt, was sweating profusely. What a nickname? Sister is enough for you to call him for the rest of your life!
The corners of the ancestor's mouth twitched even harder, because Lin Xiaoming's meaning was obvious. Since you are her grandfather, I have slept with her again. What would you call your grandfather?
Lin Xiaoming was not wearing any clothes and was naked, but at this time he acted more calm than wearing a dragon robe.
He is so shameless? No, everything is pretending.
The twenty-four swordsman is difficult to deal with, and this old man is even more unfathomable.
The situation in front of him is extremely unfavorable to him, so he must not be timid, let alone panic, otherwise it will definitely be cold!
"Just just now, I asked Xiao Yanyan if I could arrange for me to meet you. Who would have thought that Cao Cao was really here? This is really a person during the day and a ghost at night!"
The ancestor asked in confusion, "Do you want to see me?"
Lin Xiaoming nodded, "Yes!"
The ancestor asked, "Why?"
Lin Xiaoming spread his hands, "It's nothing, it's just that Xiao Yanyan and I are already like this. We have to meet our parents no matter how we do it, right? That's why the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to meet her parents-in-law!"
The ancestor was stunned, "You want to marry her?"
Lin Xiaoming asked back, "What do you think?"
The ancestor sneered, "I don't think you're awake!"
Lin Xiaoming looked at him with some surprise, "You know this. I've been busy tonight and haven't been asleep yet!"
The subtext of this sentence is also very obvious. I am busy communicating with your granddaughter and have no time to sleep!
The ancestor was instantly stimulated, and his anger rushed straight from his chest to his face, his face turned black, but in just a moment he suddenly realized that this guy was deliberately angering himself!
Although I don’t know why Lin Xiaoming was seeking death like this, the ancestor quickly calmed down!
"Lin Xiaoming, do you think you can leave here alive by delaying time with me? I tell you, even the gods can't save you tonight!"
Lin Xiaoming smiled, "The same old saying, I came to this world alive and never planned to go back alive."
"Hmph!" The ancestor's crutch beat up heavily on the ground, "Then I will let you die!"
The twenty-four Xiaoxiao was always watching the battle, and seeing that Lin Xiaoming was always arrogant and not afraid of boiling water, he saw that the ancestor finally had an attack, and one of the bald heads rushed towards Lin Xiaoming with the first brunt.
Before the person arrived, the fist had already been released and went straight to Lin Xiaoming's face.
Before the fist arrived, the wind had broken, and it made a sound of breaking through the air!
As the strongest master of the blood sect, the strength of the twenty-four swords cannot be underestimated!
Lin Xiaoming twisted his waist and shook his shoulders, turned his head slightly, and avoided the punch.
The bald head's punch fell into nothing, and another punch had already followed one after another, then another punch, another punch...
In an instant, the bald man used a thunderous seven-game kill!
Lin Xiaoming retreated again and again, and had already used the turtle body slimming while changing his shape. After avoiding seven punches in a row, he took the gap between the opponent's middle door and directly hit him with a head hammer.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the bald head covered his chest and flew backwards!
The person was in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood was already gushing out. After falling to the ground, he couldn't get up for a long time.
Although Lin Xiaoming brought him down, he didn't feel any smugness in his heart, but he felt even more heavy, because at this time he already knew the strength of the twenty-four swords.
When it comes to fighting alone, Twenty-Second Xiao will not be his opponent when he goes back for ten or eight years.
However, if there is a group fight, he will be abused to death for at most three rounds!
Sometimes, the more you fear, the more you will always come.
The remaining twenty-three people saw that their companions fell to the ground seriously injured, and finally stopped talking about martial ethics. They roared and rushed towards Lin Xiaoming...