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There are really all kinds of people. I thought this vacation would be wonderful, but I didn’t expect that there would still be people who would show up to cause trouble.

This old man named Jiang Congwu didn't look like a good person. In other words, even if he had a good relationship with Lu Wanli, he shouldn't show such authority in front of him. There was no need to be polite to him.

When the old man heard this, he was still smiling, but his face suddenly darkened and he looked at Chen Muyu.

"Brother Lu, you are not very polite as a junior!" the old man snorted coldly.

Ganqing regarded Chen Muyu as Lu Wanli's descendant.

"snort!"

Lu Wanli didn't talk nonsense to him at all, and slapped the old man directly.

The old man was startled. He never expected that Lu Wanli would suddenly attack him, nor did he expect that Lu Wanli's strength was completely different from what he imagined.

"Bang!"

Before he could block it, Lu Wanli slapped the old man on the chest. The old man couldn't bear it, and he was instantly knocked upside down.

He fell to the ground with a bang. Several disciples around him were dumbfounded and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

The old man's face turned red from suppressing the pain. He covered his chest and endured it for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and blood overflowed from his mouth.

A pair of eyes filled with horror.

He knew Lu Wanli relatively well. He had the impression that he had just broken through to the God Refining Realm a few years ago, but he had been in the Yuanshen Realm for many years and was already preparing to take this opportunity to break into the God Refining Realm. In theory, the two of them The difference is not particularly big.

Even if he couldn't defeat him, he could still withstand a few moves. What's more, there was a martial arts association stationed here. He didn't believe that Lu Wanli would take action, so he had the extreme behavior just now.

But he never expected that he had miscalculated. Lu Wanli's palm just now obviously couldn't be just in the God Refining realm.

"roll!"

Lu Wanli snorted lightly, "If you don't get out, I will really throw you out."

"Well done to you, Lu Wanli!"

The old man suffered the loss, covered his face, glared at Lu Wanli fiercely, and wanted to say something harsh, but in the end he couldn't.

"let's go!"

With a wave of his sleeves, he led several disciples and fled.

Just for fun!

"Who are these people?"

It was the first time for Xu Meng to see a battle between martial artists. It was probably the first time in his life that he saw one person beat another person until he vomited blood.

Lu Wanli came over and said, "His name is Jiang Congwu. He is from the Jiang family in Longmen Mountain. This man's character is very bad. He was a scumbag when he was young. He doesn't know how to restrain himself when he gets old. He has a sibling brother named Jiang Congwen. Jiang Congwen has a much better reputation than him. Among the eight great masters in the Southwest, Jiang Congwen occupies a seat. If it weren’t for the fact that he had a good brother, this guy would have been beaten to death so many times!”

oh!

Xu Meng nodded. It was indeed unlucky to meet such a person.

Lu Wanli looked at Chen Muyu and said, "This person is quite difficult to deal with. If he gets frustrated here, I'm afraid he will try to find his way back..."

As the saying goes, shameless people are the most invincible. Some people, once they get involved with you, will kill you.

Xu Meng was a little worried.

Chen Muyu didn't take it to heart at all. He had experience in dealing with this kind of people. Reason first. If the reasoning doesn't make sense, then fight. If you don't listen to the fight, there is no other way. If you still want to trouble me, then I have no choice but to do it. Got you!

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Trouble came quite quickly. Not long after finishing the barbecue, Chen Muyu and Xu Meng were watching the stars when there was a noise outside and a lot of people came.

Needless to say, Jiang Congwu must have found someone.

Lu Wanli stood on the big rock at the entrance of the valley, as if one man was in charge and no one could stop him.

Outside, except for Jiang Congwu and a few others, the others were all wearing uniforms and were members of the Wushu Association.

The leader, Chen Muyu, also knew the president of Ma Santong Ma of Xichuan Martial Arts Association.

"Brother Ma, you have to make the decision for me. Lu Wanli bullied others and robbed our base without saying a word, but actually beat them. Look, I didn't fight back at all..."

Jiang Congwu stood next to Ma Santong, looking like he was the victim, without wiping the blood on his mouth.

What the hell, let’s beat him up.

Lu Wanli frowned slightly.

Ma Santong stepped forward and bowed his hand to Lu Wanli, "Senior Lu, Ma is responsible for his duties and has no intention of offending. Are what Mr. Jiang just said true?"

Lu Wanli looked at him calmly, "President Ma, you don't know who this guy is, right?"

Horse three links and one stagnation.

Jiang Congwu's face turned red.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"

Jiang Congwu ripped off the clothes on his chest, revealing a white chest with a palm print on it, which was red and shocking. "You dare to say that you didn't hit me!"

Lu Wanli opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Chen Muyu walked out and looked at Jiang Congwu with a smile, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. You said that this slap was given by Mr. Lu. Do you have any evidence?"

Jiang Congwu's eyes widened and he pointed to the palm print on his chest, "Isn't this evidence? He didn't hit me. Could it be that I did it myself?"

At this time, Ma Santong also saw Chen Muyu and raised his eyebrows slightly. He recognized Chen Muyu at a glance. He had met him at Phoenix Lake last year when he was a platform for the Qingshen faction.

How could this kid be with Lu Wanli? Could it be that he is Lu Wanli's apprentice?

It's no wonder, Lu Wanli is one of the eight great masters in the southwest, and it's not uncommon for his disciples to be able to defeat Mo Zaiyan's disciples.

Chen Muyu came to Jiang Congwu and reached out to touch the palm print on Jiang Congwu's chest. "It's impossible to tell. What if you have a tendency to self-abuse? If you don't have evidence, don't dare to talk nonsense!"

"Boy, you fart!"

Jiang Congwu snorted and didn't want to talk to Chen Muyu at all. He turned to Ma Sanchang, "Brother Ma, all my disciples can testify that it was Lu Wanli who beat me. In a word, does your Wushu Association care about..."

Ma Santong frowned slightly. There were big guys on both sides. He was caught in the middle, and he was in a bit of a dilemma.

"Senior Lu!"

Ma Santong bowed his hand to Lu Wanli, "It's still early, how about we go down the mountain first, find a place to have a cup of tea, and talk about any conflicts we have, let's just resolve them!"

Lu Wanli looked up at the moon, "President Ma, do you think it's still early?"

Ma Santong laughed dryly, "What I mean is that there are still two days until the ground veins are opened, so I can't delay you..."

"So, you also think it's my fault?" Lu Wanli said coldly.

"Nonsense, if you beat me like this, am I still wrong?" Jiang Congwu pointed at his chest and groaned.

Chen Muyu waved his hand, "Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome to prove who is right and who is wrong. Mr. Lu, come here and give us a slap. If the two palm prints are the same, then we will recognize it. President Ma, what do you do?" A testimony!”

"good!"

Lu Wanli came over immediately.

"What?"

Jiang Congwu's face instantly turned green!