My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

409 Night Attack Box

Murong Ying grew up in the eyes of everyone's deformity. Everyone thinks she can't take the responsibility of Murong's family.

She is nothing but a woman.

This is what Murong's family, including those of Murong Bo, said about her.

Until the age of fifteen, Murong Ying defeated Wudang, and when she returned home, everyone's eyes changed.

At the time, Wudang was in charge, and he was recognized as the strongest generation of masters. But Murong Ying rewrites all this, until the age of 16, she reached the top of the Wulin Alliance.

She returned to the family, lit the fire of the Eight Immortals, and sat next to her father.

"After my father abdicated, I came to take over Murong's family."

She said only two words.

"Who does not agree?"

Everyone was convinced, no one dared to say nothing.

Such a daughter makes Murongbo feel gratified. She is like her own baby, and such a baby is taken up by an abominable man! Murong Bo, you can't allow this to happen!

This New Year is an opportunity. He wants to let Li Fan retreat.

Eight immortals crossed the sea, he thought Li Fan would lose. However, I did not expect that Li Fan's light work and fists have improved to this extent. Jiang Feng may not be able to catch up with him.

This Jiang Feng, in his own opinion, is a seedling, so hard to cultivate that he was disappointed!

"Li Fan, he must have used some unscrupulous means!"

Murong Du was very dissatisfied with this loss. After the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, Murong Du sat with a few good friends in the family, and he expressed his unhappiness.

"This parasite, maybe he was taking some contraband!"

Murongdu guessed fiercely.

"It must be peony!"

Another clan named Murong Kuan made a judgment, "I heard that there is something called Tian Mo Wan now, which is very powerful, maybe this guy just ate this thing!"

"Yes, he must have prepared for this position!"

Murongdu patted the table. "This **** bastard, we must punish him!"

"But he lives in the box room and is protected by Murong Bo, can't we?"

One tribe was timid and couldn't help asking.

"Ha! Do you think Murong will protect him?"

Murong Du sneered, "The owner hates this person very much. He is a parasite. Yes, I can see it all from the owner's eyes!"

"It's true that the owner looked at his gaze with disgust."

Others agree with Murong's words.

"So, Murong Bo won't care about him. Even if we are bigger, Murong Bo will protect us! In fact, he wants to borrow our hand to get rid of this unsightly son-in-law!"

"What about Murong Sakura? Will not come out?"

"Relax, Nianguan, she has a lot of things to do. She also has to come to pay homage to the Wulin League. How can you manage it?"

Murong Du pulled out the sword and put it on the table. "I'll fix it. Who else is involved?"

"I!"

"That counts me!"

Everyone agreed, and a total of five masters in the family decided Li Fan's end.

"Tomorrow will be the last day that the parasite stays in this house ... we will start tonight!"

"it is good!"

"agree!"

The crowd agreed, waiting for the night to come.

In Murongdu's mind, he is the best of Murong's family.

He was extremely talented since he was a child, and was a male, so he was highly expected by the family. The best treasures in the family were given to him first to help him build his foundation and prepare to become the next generation successor of the Murong family.

This matter continued until Murong Ying appeared!

This woman is just a demon crawling out of hell, specifically to end her good life! A Murong Sakura would just stop, and a Li Fan appeared in the air! This guy didn't know what method was used, parasitized at Murong's house, and practiced a lot of mess!

How could he be stronger than himself!

So when night fell, Murong Du took his own "brothers", put on black clothes, and quietly came to the room where Li Fan lived.

A few people have already discussed it, just waiting for Murong Du's order, then start.

At this time, Li Fan was in the living room, and he was not alone.

A teenager with a big sword was sitting opposite Li Fan, and a chessboard was placed in front of them. The most traditional Chinese chess, Li Fan also had a few times with Xiaosi, so he has some experience.

The boy with the big sword was obviously a little worse. He looked at the game and couldn't help frowning.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat? Scared by my superb chess skills?"

Li Fan couldn't help asking.

"No ..."

The teenager shook his head.

"I'm thinking, do you have any other guests?"

"Of course not, just a few little mice."

Li Fan waved his hand, and the boy nodded.

"Then I'll send them off for you."

The teenager said, as soon as he patted the table, the chessboard jumped up, the teenager's cannon crossed the river, and Li Fan's elephant was bombed. When the boy waved his hand, the chess piece flew out, smashed the window, and patted on the forehead of a disciple Murong outside.

The guy screamed and fell off the window.

"Your elephant is eaten."

The teenager reminded Li Fan.

"Then you don't want this gun!"

Li Fan immediately ate the young man's cannon with a horse and dumped it at the same time. The gun turned a corner in the air and hit another disciple who wanted to sneak in.

"Two chess pieces were wasted, but there are three little mice."

Li Fan sighed, "If you want to come in, you'd better go to the main entrance. It's not a gentleman's act to go through the window."

"Parasite! Don't be crazy!"

The door was kicked open, and Murong led his two companions, carrying a sword, and walked in fiercely.

"Isn't this cousin?"

Li Fan looked at the familiar face and laughed, "Knowing that I'm leaving tomorrow, so did you come to see me off?"

"This friend, we have some accounts to calculate. This has nothing to do with you, it's best to let it go!"

Murong Du didn't answer Li Fan, but stared at the boy and scolded him.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

The boy pondered for a moment and then said, "We haven't finished yet."

"Then you're out of luck with him!"

Murong Du ordered that the two companions had thrown their swords and attacked the youth.

The boy sighed, "Murong's swordsmanship is ruined."

He did not pull out the big sword behind him, but just picked up a broom next to him, and used a few swordsmanship methods to fly the swords of the two Murong families.

Murong Du is a bit silly.

Where is this guy ... sacred?