The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

Gu Yanzhou was somewhat skeptical.

But at this time, his True Qi has been vented, and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced, so he can only trust Li Muchen.

The old man nodded and silently returned to Chen Wenxue.

Chen Wenxue asked in a low voice, "Uncle Gu, are you okay?"

Gu Yanzhou shook his head, his eyes fixed on Li Muchen.

Those floating phantoms are all around Li Muchen at the moment.

But like those dogs, they seemed to be afraid of something and kept a certain distance.

"Uncle Gu, do you think Mr. Li can win?"

"It's hard to say. Mr. Li must have something to ward off evil spirits, so that evil spirits can't get close, but to break this situation, you must subdue that Tibetan witch. This man is not low in force. He not only knows witchcraft, but also uses hidden weapons. Mr. Li is afraid..."

Gu Yanzhou shook his head.

"Anyway, he didn't run away alone, he was very loyal."

Hearing Gu Yanzhou's words, the people surrounded by dogs were immediately discouraged, feeling that they would surely die today.

In their view, Li Muchen just went to die.

Only Gu Yanzhou could see that Li Muchen was relying on him, but he only thought that he had something like talismans to ward off evil spirits.

Zhou Lijun smiled ferociously.

"Chen, I just wanted to win a boat from your family and do some business at Shenzhou Wharf. You forced me! Hahahaha, if you are sensible, call your father now and ask him to take over the business of the Chen family. Hand over half, and I'll let you go. Hahaha..."

Gu Yanzhou persuaded: "Master, please call. What the surname Zhou wants is money. Let the master come forward, we still have a chance."

Chen Wenxue hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, even if I die, I can't embarrass my mother."

Hearing this, Gu Yanzhou sighed and didn't say anything else.

Zhou Lijun sneered and said, "You still want face when you are dying. Do you know that you will die miserably? When I find your father with the bet you signed, he will still give me the boat and the pier. You will die How would he know that you are still protecting the Chen family's face until you die? The Chen family will only think you are a wimp, and you will be a wimp even after death! Hahaha..."

Chen Wenxue's face was ashen and trembling.

He knew what Zhou Lijun said was true.

But even so, he still didn't want to make the call.

I can only say silently in my heart: Mom, my son is sorry for not being able to earn you face...

"Master Gongbu, kill these people quickly, woman, the money is yours!" Zhou Lijun said loudly.

But Kampot did not respond to his words.

"Master Kampot..."

Zhou Lijun turned his head to look, but saw Gong Po's face was solemn and dignified, and his eyes were fixed on Li Muchen.

Li Muchen is standing less than two meters away from Kampot.

Around him, there were many gray faces floating around.

Wraiths of dozens of dogs also surrounded the surroundings densely.

Gonpo kept chanting incantations, changing several seals with his fingers.

It bounced on the bowl made of bone several times.

A crisp sound sounded, and the door to the void opened a little wider.

More resentful spirits gushed out from the boundless darkness.

"Calling souls and ghosts, aren't you afraid of being backlashed by them?" Li Muchen asked.

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Tibetan Wu Gongbo raised his head and looked at Li Muchen with puzzlement in his eyes.

Li Muchen smiled slightly: "Only people who have done bad things are afraid of ghosts. Why should I be afraid of ghosts?"

"I want you to die!"

Gonpo's eyes showed a fierce look, and he took off a string of beads around his neck.

This string of beads is huge, each one the size of a child's fist.

Each bead is carved into the shape of a skull, and it has already been covered with paste, so it cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

Gonpo pinched one of the beads and squeezed it hard.

The beads shattered and a cloud of white mist rose.

The mist quickly condensed into the shape of a person, floating in the air like a ghost.

Only this ghost has no head.

Soon, a face floated over and touched the neck of the headless phantom, connecting them as one.

The ghost shook its body, let out a sharp and strange howl, and rushed towards Li Muchen.

"court death!"

Li Muchen raised his hand, palm like a knife, and stroked lightly.

A knife light appeared in the air.

With a swish, the ghost was split in two.

The saber energy remained undiminished, and it landed on the ground with a popping sound.

A knife mark about two meters long and several inches deep appeared on the marble floor.

"Knife Qi!"

Gu Yanzhou was taken aback.

"Inner strength is released outward, True Qi becomes a blade, this is... this is the master's method!"

He practiced martial arts since he was a child, worked hard for six years, and finally broke through Hua Jin, and he can be regarded as a master in the world.

But compared with the master, it is too far away.

From Huajin to Grandmaster, there is an insurmountable wall.

The young man in front of him, at most in his twenties, how could he be a grand master?

However, eyes don't lie.

Gu Yanzhou could see clearly, that saber energy was swayed calmly, if not a master, who could use it?

Even if the Patriarch of his Gu family made the move, he might not be able to do it so easily.

Gonpo was also taken aback.

Although he is not in the Central Plains, he is not a member of the martial arts, and he does not know the name of the master.

But the one who can swing his hand into a knife is not an ordinary person.

Gonpo showed a ferocious face, and crushed all the remaining skull beads in his hands.

White mist filled the entire room.

In an instant, it turned into dozens of white headless ghosts, combined with those floating faces.

"See how many you can hit!"

Dozens of ghosts pounced on Li Muchen.

This time Li Muchen didn't use saber energy, but stretched out his hand lightly, and scooped out the void.

The group of ghosts all fell into his palm, condensed into a thick white mist, and the mist emerged from his fingertips.

"you……"

There was a trace of panic in Gongbo's eyes.

"who are you?"

"You are in the plateau, have you heard of the ladder?" Li Muchen asked back.

"Ladder?!"

Gonpo was taken aback.

"You, are you from heaven?"

Then he shook his head again and again.

"No, no, it's impossible, no one can go up the ladder."

"These people were all killed by you, right?"

Li Muchen spread his fist slowly, and a white mist ball appeared in his palm.

Many figures struggled in the mist.

"I heard their wailing, the resentment in their hearts, they must have died miserably."

"Before they died, they must have been tortured by you for a long time, so they have such a big resentment."

"Old ancestor of Tibetan witches, if you know that you use the witchcraft passed down from him to do such a thing that both people and gods hate, how will you feel?"

Li Muchen said as he approached Kampot step by step.

Gonpo was startled and frightened: "No, that's not the case. They all...all...will get my protection and never die. They will thank me."

"Really? Let them thank you for a while. Now, let you see the light of righteousness, what is real magic."

After all, Li Muchen raised his right hand.

"Let there be light!"

Suddenly, in the void, many flashes of light flew from all directions.

As if outside, the light of the entire sky was sucked by Li Muchen's palm.

Then, the void darkened, and the light suddenly disappeared.

The whole room was pitch black.

There was only a white ball of light left in Li Muchen's palm.

I saw him give it a light grip.

The ball of light was crushed by him.

People heard a loud bang in their minds, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

The light suddenly appeared.

Centered on Li Muchen's fist, countless bolts of lightning burst out.

All of them hit the endless darkness behind the void gate that Gongbu had just opened.

The devil's wailing came from the darkness, like the cry of hell.

A blinding white light lit up.

The gate of the void is closed, and the boundless darkness disappears.

The skull on the ground was made into a bowl, and it cracked into four pieces with a bang.