Taiping Inn

By dusk, the rain was still not light, and it was difficult to set off today. Wang Lie, the owner of the third house of Lingxiu Villa, came here in person and invited the three of them to the main courtyard to attend the banquet to welcome the three of them.

Li Xuandu and Hu Liang did not refuse, and did not leave the little girl. The three of them followed Wang Lie to the main courtyard of Lingxiu Villa for a banquet.

The main courtyard is magnificent, with every grass and tree, every brick and tile, every table and chair, every word and every stroke, all exuding the breath of time of old objects, all of which highlight the glory of Lingxiu Villa.

At this time, in the banquet hall, four candlesticks that are one person high were placed in four positions. Each candlestick can be inserted with three red candles as thick as two fingers. A total of twelve red candles illuminate the entire hall. The big owner of the villa, He Jin and the second owner of the villa, Yue Zuo, have not taken a seat. Hu Daxia, who is waiting for the first time to come here. There are still many elderly people in the villa standing behind him. The youngest one is already forty-year-old. It can be seen that Lingxiu Villa is already All the people who have the right to speak are almost all here.

Li Xuandu said to Hu Liang by sending a message, "Looking at this scene, Lingxiu Villa probably regards you, the famous Hu hero, as the savior of the villa. I guess after drinking for three tours later, Several owners of the manor would take the initiative to ask for help, which was nothing more than hiring your reputation from Mr. Hu and taking back the foundation of Nanshan Garden."

Hu Liang smiled faintly, indicating that he knew it.

Although Li Xuan was the main one among the three, Li Xuan did not think about stealing Hu Liang's limelight in front of outsiders. After Hu Liang and He Jin gave in to each other, they sat down separately.

Hu Liang sat in the host and guest position, and Li Xuan sat in Hu Liang's starting position, just opposite the second owner Yue Zuo. This man who looked like a tent houseman was more like a man in the world, and he rushed to Li Xuan. They all smiled slightly, elegant and gentle.

Li Xuandu also laughed.

After the banquet, the atmosphere was still lively. Except for the little girl who was not used to it, everyone else was obviously a person who had been through the battle formation. His words implicitly praised Hu Liang. No matter how sincere it was, at least it was not a word. It sounds ugly. Hu Liang didn't believe it, but he didn't reject it. He drank a few more glasses of wine than usual.

Just as I was drinking, a servant suddenly bumped into the door, staggering, and almost knocked down a candlestick.

He Jin, who was sitting in the master's position, frowned gently, and a middle-aged man sitting near the door suddenly stood up and scolded him.

Such a huge villa has lasted for more than a hundred years, and the rules are strict, far from comparable to those suddenly rich families who have tall buildings on the ground. According to common sense, after a angrily scolding, someone should come in and pull this person down, but the whole house is outside. But there was only the sound of rain, and no one responded.

Everyone here was slightly stunned. The middle-aged man who stood up thought it was too loud and blocked his voice, so he raised his voice and said, "Where is the person? Here comes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two more maids rushed over like ghosts, but their whole body was wet, and they could wring out water from their clothes. I don’t know how long they had been standing in the rain, and they were really like a chicken.

The middle-aged man stared at the two figures and asked coldly: "I still don't answer when I hear it? Why are you standing in the rain? Who are you wet to show me?"

But the two maids did not move at all, lowered their heads, and just stood there motionless.

"You two, help him out." The middle-aged man frowned, because he was considering that there was a guest, suppressed his anger and pointed to the previous servant.

The two maids finally started to move, but their walking posture was a little wrong. Their whole bodies were shaking, as if they were unsteady, and their steps were even more strange, with uneven left and right, as if they were stepping on cotton.

The more people in the hall looked at it, the more surprised they became. The middle-aged man said angrily: "What's going on? Are you two not even able to walk on the road?"

As soon as the words were finished, the two maids suddenly became faster and they had already arrived in front of the servant. Without them helping him, the servant had already climbed up from the ground.

At this time, everyone in the hall was disgraceful because the speed of these two maids just now was far beyond ordinary maids' ability. Wang Lie, the master of the third manor, slowly stood up and said in a deep voice: "I don't know which friend they are, Visit my Lingxiu Villa? I hope to see you again!”

His voice was full of energy, and he could beat the sound of rain all over the sky, and at least half of the villa could be clearly heard.

But there was still no one outside, and there was only the sound of rain.

Wang Lie frowned and was about to step forward, but he saw the two maids suddenly lifting their heads, their faces pale as if they were dead, without any blood, and there was even dark hole in their eyes, nothing.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but turn pale and they all stood up from their own positions. Only Hu Lie and Li Xuan remained calm and looked out of the crowd.

"Do away!" Wang Lie's face changed and he shouted loudly.

The middle-aged man who had called out before was already scared and his face turned slightly pale. After hearing Wang Lie's words, he woke up in his dream and was about to retreat, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and looked at it. Seeing a palm piercing his chest, the person who took action was the servant who had stumbled into the hall before. At this time, the servant was like the two maids, with a white face, leaving only two black eye sockets.

Then the two maids rushed up and bit his neck left and right. In a blink of an eye, his whole body seemed to be an empty pocket that had been drained, collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. , only a thin layer of human skin was left.

This situation was so strange that everyone was stunned. The first person to react was Wang Lie, who had the most experience in the martial arts world. He had seen a master of the left way control zombies and ghosts in his early years, so he was not afraid. He let out a long roar, jumped up, and slapped the servant with both palms. The powerful palm force directly shook the servant away.

No matter how strange the servant was, after all, he was still an ordinary person's flesh and blood. Under Wang Lie's full-strength attack, his bones were broken, and the whole person fell heavily into the rain like a pool of rotten meat. Even if he didn't die, he couldn't stand up again.

Everyone was originally terrified, but they didn't expect Wang Lie to succeed in one blow. They were all very excited. Just as they were about to cheer, they suddenly saw the two maids moving like ghosts again.

However, Wang Lie had been prepared. While retreating, his palms kept slapping around randomly, and he danced in a tight way without leaving any dead corners.

Although the two maids were extremely fast, like ghosts, they were not as fast as Wang Lie's palm strikes. He had subdued two tyrants with one palm strike, and was good at palm strikes. After entering Lingxiu Villa, he learned the Lihe Palm of Taiping Sect. After a palm strike, the palm power was chaotic, and the palm strikes were even more unpredictable. It was said that the empty was used to lead the real, and the empty went and the real came, changing unpredictably.

There were only two bangs, and the two maids really hit Wang Lie's palms directly and flew backwards.

After all, Wang Lie was a genuine Baodan realm cultivator. Although Hu Liang commented that he could not withstand a few palm strikes from Li Xuandu, Li Xuandu could beat a Xuanyuan realm warrior to death with his fists and feet alone, which could not be judged by common sense. Therefore, Wang Lie could withstand a few palm strikes from Li Xuandu, which could be regarded as an outstanding figure in the Baodan realm.

He had used up all his life's knowledge in this move, and his internal energy was completely gone. He thought that the three "people" had all died in his palm, but he never thought that the two maids were extremely strong after sucking human blood. They did not die directly, but rushed towards Wang Lie again after landing.

Wang Lie was at a time when the old energy had run out and the new energy had not yet been born. Seeing the two people rushing towards him like ghosts, he felt desperate and thought to himself that his life was over.

At this moment, Li Xuandu, who was holding a wine glass, swung his wrist and threw the wine glass in his hand.

The wine glass flashed away.

The next moment, before the two maids could get close to Wang Lie, their heads swayed backwards and fell to the ground.

Their foreheads were sunken by the wine glass.

The wine glass was intact, spinning non-stop, as if it had a spirit. After circling for a circle, it fell back in front of Li Xuandu.

Everyone, including He Jin, subconsciously looked at Li Xuandu.

No one expected that this young man who had always been taciturn was actually a master.