He waved his hand, and the handsome young man flew out and landed in the flower garden on the left.
Thump thump thump, he stepped out in a few steps, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and rushed out.
"Stop!" Mr. Fan shouted angrily, like thunder exploding in the clear sky.
The rugged man stopped, turned around and said, "Dad, I'm going to teach this little monk a lesson for rebelling against him!"
Mr. Fan waved his hand: "Come back here!"
"Dad——!" The rugged man stamped his feet, turned around and sat back in the chair angrily, returning the long sword to its sheath.
Mr. Fan waved and the handsome young man hurriedly came in.
"Xiaochuan, has he killed anyone?" Mr. Fan asked gently.
The handsome young man shook his head hurriedly: "Reply to the old man, I only injured but not killed."
"Well..." Mr. Fan nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go and see when he leaves. Come and say something."
"Yes!" The handsome young man responded respectfully and turned around.
The rugged man suddenly stood up and shouted: "Dad, are we just hiding here and being a coward?"
Mr. Fan glanced at him and ignored him. He sat down on the chair in the middle of the room, picked up the tea cup, blew the foam away, and took a leisurely sip.
"Dad——!" The rough man stamped his feet and said seriously: "When will our Fan family suffer from such cowardice!... No, I'm going to teach him a lesson!"
"Sit down and be honest!" Mr. Fan pointed.
The rugged man gasped, grunted heavily, sat back in the pear wood chair, turned his head away from him, and became angry with a dark face.
Mr. Fan slowly put down the tea cup and hummed: "Look at the boss, and then look at you. What kind of situation can you get if you are so restless?"
The rugged man was unconvinced: "Humph, brother is born with his chronicity, I can't learn from it!"
"Don't you think about it, if you go out, you can beat Mingkong?" Mr. Fan said.
The rugged man hummed: "I will fight even if I can't beat you!"
"She's just looking for death!" Mr. Fan sneered and said, "A man can bend and stretch, so he can beat him as he pleases. We won't fight back. Don't forget, there's that girl Peiyao too!"
"Relying on a woman to save your life, huh!" The rugged man turned his head and sneered disdainfully.
Mr. Fan's face sank, he slapped the armrest of the chair and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"
The rugged man closed his mouth and said nothing, his face still unconvinced.
Junyi, a middle-aged man, sighed and said warmly: "Dad, forget it, the second brother is just a fool, so why should you tell him the truth?"
The rough man stared at him unconvinced.
Junyi, a middle-aged man, said calmly: "Second brother, we have no choice but to hand over Peiyao. Besides, Headmaster Li is a great master after all. How can he really kill Peiyao?"
"Anyway, our Fan family has been completely disgraced!" The rugged man curled his lips.
Junyi, a middle-aged man, said warmly: "Is face more important, or life? Are hundreds of members of our Fan family forced to bear Lei Jianfeng's wrath just for the sake of face?"
The rugged man snorted and said no more.
"Okay, boss, don't talk nonsense to him!" Mr. Fan gasped and waved his hands.
Junyi, a middle-aged man, said: "It's not that I don't understand, but I can't change my bad temper... He came to the door Mingkong just to avenge the little girl's injustice. It's no big deal."
"This little monk is so courageous!" The rugged man smiled: "With his courage, he is qualified to be the son-in-law of our Fan family!"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, smiled and said, "Dad, this Mingkong's martial arts is really powerful!"
Li Tianlei has returned and declared that he cannot kill Mingkong.
Mr. Fan nodded and sighed: "What a pity..."
The rugged man said: "Dad, the older you get in the world, the less courageous you become! ...What's wrong with Lei Jianfeng? In my opinion, they can't deal with Mingkong!"
"That's nonsense!" Mr. Fan waved his hand.
The rugged man was unconvinced: "Dad, think about it, Li Tianlei can't kill Mingkong, who from Lei Jianfeng can kill him?"
"Leijianfeng is a powerful sect that has been around for hundreds of years!" Mr. Fan snorted: "It has a profound foundation and many masters. No matter how powerful Mingkong is, it's useless. A tiger can't hold off a pack of wolves!"
"They have so many experts, so they have to be able to get in!" The rugged man smiled proudly and hummed: "The people from Saint Xuefeng will be here soon, right?"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, nodded: "I guess it will be soon, within the next two days."
"That's right, with the presence of Saint Snow Peak, we can't allow Lei Jianfeng to run wild. If we want to come here to master it again, it's hard-!" The rugged man chuckled, feeling very proud.
The middle-aged Junyi pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said: "Dad, what I said makes sense. No matter how powerful Lei Jianfeng is, it was in Western Zhao. In our Dayan, it is not that scary."
Mr. Fan waved his hand: "You think too simplistically! What is obvious is not possible, and what is hidden is even more terrifying. It is a pity that the monk Mingkong is..."
The rugged man curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "I think it's okay, Mingkong can live well!...Isn't that right, boss?"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, nodded slowly: "Well, Dad, I am also optimistic about Mingkong."
Mr. Fan waved his hand: "Let's not talk about him for now. Boss, go over and take a look."
"Okay." The handsome middle-aged man nodded, stood up and left, walking like a dragon and a tiger with extraordinary bearing.
The rugged man quickly got up and followed him: "I'll go and see the excitement too!"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, looked at him, then at Mr. Fan, without saying anything, and walked out of the hall.
Inside the gate of Fan Mansion, the first courtyard was very lively, with moans and groans coming and going continuously. There were about forty or fifty people lying on the ground.
Li Muchan stood in the courtyard, dressed in a green shirt, his head as shiny as grease, with an aloof demeanor, looking calmly at the hundreds of people around him.
More than a hundred people surrounded Li Muchan, which was airtight, with three floors inside and three floors outside.
They were all holding knives and swords, staring at each other with eager eyes, their bodies tensed up, showing a strong and angry tone. Judging from the situation, they were not besieging, but defending, for fear that Li Muchan would suddenly attack.
Li Muchan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at it calmly without saying a word.
A middle-aged man shouted loudly: "Monk, you are so brave. Our Fan family is not someone to be trifled with. If you are wise, leave early!"
Li Muchan smiled but said nothing.
The middle-aged man pointed his sword: "If not, don't blame our Fan family for being ruthless and taking your life!"
Li Muchan took a step, and everyone hurriedly took a step back. They were inexplicably nervous, and veins bulged in the hands holding the weapons.
Li Muchan took another step forward, and everyone followed him back. Looking at the situation, it looked like they were surrounding him to escort him.
"Haha..., what a Mingkong, you are so courageous!" A burst of laughter suddenly sounded, and the rugged man strode over, crossed the gate, and stood on the steps.
After looking at Li Muchan for a few times, he raised his voice and said: "At such an age, it is rare to have such martial arts, it is really rare!"
Everyone greeted him one after another and called him "Second Master".
The rough man said loudly: "However, if you break into our Fan family, you are asking for death. Get out of here!"
A handsome middle-aged man stood beside him, frowning and looking at Li Muchan coldly.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, and with a flash of his body, silhouettes of people suddenly flew out. A dozen big men flew out and landed heavily next to the flower garden, keeping company with the forty or so people.
The screams and moans became louder. They didn't die, but they suffered a lot. They all screamed in agony, and everyone around them felt numb and cold.
Li Muchan's figure flashed again and returned to his original position.
"Good boy, you're looking for death!" The rugged man was furious, jumped up from the steps, slid ten feet in the air, and slashed with his sword.
Li Muchan flashed out of the way and appeared about a foot away. Immediately, the figure flew into the air, and more than a dozen people rushed into the rugged man like swallows hurling themselves into the forest.
The rugged man had no choice but to put away his knife. While cursing trash, he slapped his hands and kicked his feet, kicking everyone away and falling to the side of the flower garden, screaming and moaning.
Li Muchan dodged again and acted in accordance with the law. A dozen people became hidden weapons and flew towards the rough man.
The rugged man screamed in anger, using his secret strength, he lifted a dozen people out and slowly landed on the ground.
But after these people landed on the ground, they were still screaming and groaning, suffering great pain, which was caused by Li Muchan's secret energy, as if they were being burned by a soldering iron.
The rugged man blushed, had a thick neck, and cursed in anger.
Li Muchan remained calm and swam among the crowd, like a fish swimming in the water. They all became sandbags and were constantly thrown at the rough man, forcing him to catch them with luck.
The rugged man was using his kung fu to catch everyone and yelling curses while the handsome middle-aged man stood aside and stood on the steps, looking at Li Muchan coldly.
Li Muchan's throwing technique was extremely subtle. The rough man kept yelling and wanted to rush to him, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. Every time he tried to use his strength on his legs, another person hit him.
He looked rough, but he was soft-hearted. He was afraid that the man would fall directly to the ground, so he could only dissipate the strength in his legs, transfer it to his palms, and send the man to the ground with gentle strength.
Throwing and catching, with tacit cooperation, in a blink of an eye, more than a hundred people were lying down, and only three people were standing in the courtyard.
"Hehe..." The rugged man was overjoyed. He let out a long breath, waved his sword, and advanced towards Li Muchan step by step, with a ferocious smile on his face.
The handsome middle-aged man shook his head and still stood on the steps without moving.
The rugged man sneered and approached: "Boy, let's see what you do this time!"
Li Muchan smiled faintly: "Relying on women to take refuge is ruthless and unjust. I am ashamed to be a man. I have nothing to say to people like you, so just do it!"
"Fart!" The rugged man suddenly turned red in the face and snorted angrily: "What do you know!"
Li Muchan looked at him calmly: "Why talk nonsense? I'll just see the real deal!"
"Look at the sword!" the rugged man roared angrily, the sword shining like a drill.
Li Muchan stretched out his hand and patted it.
"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the long knife was released, spun around in the air a few times, and landed with a "choking" sound.
The rugged man stared at Li Muchan with empty hands.
"What a Mingkong, here you go to show off your power!" Amidst the sneer, Li Tianlei appeared like a ghost, and the tip of his sword instantly reached Li Muchan's chest.