Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Aolai City, Meng family.

A distinguished guest came today.

Little Black Wind Mountain, Xu deacon of Little Demon Sect.

A practitioner of Foundation Establishment late stage.

"Xu deacon, I don't know if Xu deacon can take care of my youngest son's introduction."

The head of the Meng family, Meng Xiaxia, asked in a soft voice.

How humble and humble that tone is.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no response from Meng Deacon.

So, Meng Xiaxia asked tentatively again.

"Xu deacon?"

"Didn't the old man agree? If you promise, you will definitely do it. As for every day, it is like urging you to die. Is it annoying?"

At this time, Xu deacon stared at a plump maid beside him with serious eyes.

"Little girl, this old man is very good at reading palms. I wonder if I can use my hand to read them."

The maid hid behind her, with an unnatural expression on her face.

"Don't be afraid, the old man just took a look, and he won't eat you, boo~"

"This old man is very good at fortune-telling, seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck. The old man pushes... scrutinizes fortune-telling, hehe..."

Meng Xia, the head of the Meng family, heard this, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He has been restless these days, and his eyelids have been twitching, and he has long wanted to find a physiognomist to calculate it.

That's bad luck.

So Meng Xiaxia smiled and stretched out his old hand.

"Xu deacon has even dabbled in this physiognomy. I wonder if I can show it to my subordinates."

Unexpectedly, without looking back, Xu Deacon slapped Meng Xiaxia's outstretched hand away.

"Go, go, go, I don't know how to read a man's palm."

Meng Xiaxia got stuck on the nose, laughed a few times in embarrassment, and then retreated, and took the initiative to close the door behind him.

After walking out the door, I heard a small voice coming from inside.

"Old man, the technique of massage is not bad~"

Meng Xiaxia spat hard, feeling a little distressed.

"Damn it, this old pervert really took advantage of him."

"If it wasn't for my two sons, I wouldn't be willing to give him that maid. Daddy picked it back with his own hands."

A little depressed, Meng Xiaxia walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back.

He has a habit of torturing servants when he is upset.

"Come on, come on, roll over to daddy and kneel down!"

The servants sighed and walked over obediently one by one.

Forced by Life.

Take a little bit of suffering and eat a little bit of suffering.

The small leather whip in Meng Xiaxia's hand crackled.

"You guys who only work... No, those who only eat and don't work, let's see if daddy doesn't kill you!"

"And you, working part-time with a useless son, is far worse than my two precious sons."

After a few whips, the servants were all sweating profusely and their expressions were distorted.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, his hands clenched into fists.

"Hey, I said Sun Ming, why are you glaring at me? Didn't you hit me enough?"

Then came a few more whips.

Finally, the middle-aged man named Sun Ming became angry.

"Enough! I've had enough!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Meng Xia Xia's wrist.

The latter grinned coldly and gave Sun Ming a cruel look.

"I think you are tired of living!"

Immediately, he raised his foot and sent Sun Ming flying more than a foot.

The latter opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Although Meng Xiaxia did not have a cultivation talent, he used Qian Shengsheng to smash a Qi Refining peak Cultivation Base.

"Come here, beat that dog, Sun Ming, to death with a club!"

"yes!"

A group of evil slaves responded, and they wanted to rush over with their sticks.

"I'll see who dares!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw two young figures rushing in.

Meng Xiaxia was startled at first, but he immediately relaxed when he saw the face of the person coming.

"Why, you little waste, are you going to die with your father too?"

Sun Ming, who was lying on the ground, changed drastically.

shouted in a hurry.

"Xiaokong, let's go!"

"Go!"

"Meng Xiaxia, if you have the guts, you can shoot at me alone, but don't make it difficult for the child!"

Sun Ming was hoarse.

But Meng Gorge is reluctant.

"That won't work, I have to let your son stay with you, or you won't be so lonely, hahaha..."

Veins popped up on Sun Xiaokong's forehead.

"Meng Xiaxia, you should go down to accompany your son!"

I saw his feet slamming on the ground, directly stepping on the solid floor with cracks.

A thin figure burst out instantly.

"What, did you kill my second son?!"

Meng Xiaxia shrank his pupils, his complexion changed drastically, and then he shouted frantically.

"Come on! Kill him!"

But how can a wicked slave of Qi Refining early stage middle stage stop Qi Refining peak Sun Xiaokong.

It took only a few breaths to solve all the problems.

Intimidated by Sun Xiaokong's fierce aura, Meng Xiaxia, who was at the same level, even forgot to fight back.

Desperately shouted: "Xu deacon, help, Xu deacon."

"If you can help me solve the trouble in front of me, I will give you ten more maids like that!"

Xu Deacon, who was constantly busy in that room, jumped out of the quilt to the backyard in an instant.

"Patriarch Meng's words are serious."

"Really! Seriously!"

Xu deacon smiled lewdly.

"Okay, then I will solve these two for you."

But just as the aura of the Foundation Establishment late stage was about to dissipate, it was pointed out by Huo San in the distance.

"You still want to bully my disciple, you think too much."

Meng Xiaxia was completely dumbfounded.

A cultivator of the Foundation Establishment late stage was beheaded like this?

Still no bones left?

Could it be that the opponent is the Cultivation Base of the Gold Core period?

But at the moment when he was dazed, Sun Xiaokong's fist had already hit his face.

The entire bridge of the nose collapsed.

"I let you bully my father!"

bang bang bang.

"I let you run wild in the countryside!"

bang bang bang...

Within a few breaths, dozens of punches greeted him.

Blood splattered.

However, Meng Xiaxia is also a cultivator at the same level as Sun Xiaokong, and he really couldn't let go of his breath for a while.

I saw that his mouth and eyes were crooked and his hair was messy, but he was still gnashing his teeth.

"Little waste, you have caused a big disaster, do you know that, if you kill Xu Deacon, the little devil will not let you go!"

"You treat me like this, my son Meng Yan will not let you go! He is the Inner Sect core disciple of Little Devil!"

But Sun Xiaokong still looked stern.

Although he was a bit timid and fearful before, but after killing so many evil slaves just after being shocked by the Master, he still has stamina.

It doesn't matter if you kill one more.

I saw his last punch crashing down.

Meng Xiaxia's head exploded like a watermelon in an instant, and the red and white filth was scattered all over the ground in an instant.

"Little apprentice, while you still have energy, kill all the people surnamed Meng here, it's impossible to beat a snake without dying!"

Sure enough, overnight, the tyrants in Aolai City were completely wiped out.

Oh no, there is also a young master of the Meng family who is still in Xiaomomen.

Then the Little Demon Gate is the next stop for Huo San, master and apprentice.