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

"What? Lost?"

Zhao Sihai looked at the butler who came to report in shock.

He spent ten years handpicking and cultivating the White Tiger Hall.

So far, the White Tiger Hall has only made one move outside, and that was when it competed with the Feng family for the right to transport Jiang.

The second master of the Feng family quit the river transportation business at the mouth of the sea because he suffered a loss in the White Tiger hall.

That time, the White Tiger Church only dispatched ten people.

Zhao Sihai concealed a little bit of strength. In fact, the White Tiger Hall has grown to date, and there are already thirty-six people. Groups of ten people can send three and a half groups.

He originally wanted to wait until the time was right to show his true strength in the decisive battle with the Lin family.

You can even compete with the families of Qiantang.

But now, they lost a whole group just by dealing with one child of the Lin family!

"How did you lose?"

"I don't know, that person seems to have only made one move, and he was defeated just like that." The housekeeper said.

"One trick? How is it possible!" Zhao Sihai almost roared, his eyes almost staring out, "Where are they now?"

"Coerced young master to go to the west courtyard."

"West courtyard?" Zhao Sihai looked at Master Wu Xian.

Wu Xian said: "No, my altar is still in the courtyard."

Zhao Sihai ordered: "Let Zhao Shan take everyone in the White Tiger hall, as well as the active bodyguards and security guards in the manor, to the west courtyard, and we must stop them."

"Yes." The butler turned and left.

Wu Xian clasped his fists together and said, "Patriarch Zhao, since he's coming for me, I'll go. Besides, that person subdued White Tiger Hall with one move. I'm afraid he didn't use kung fu, but magic."

Zhao Sihai nodded: "Then there is Mr. Lao Wu."

After finishing speaking, he walked out with Wu Xian.

Worrying again, he turned around and took out a pistol from the desk drawer.

...

Lin Yun escorted Zhao Chenyang towards the west courtyard of the Zhao family.

Surrounded by Zhao's security guards.

But no one dared to approach.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid that Lin Yun would hurt Zhao Chenyang, or because he was afraid of Li Muchen who was beside Lin Yun.

Looking at the fearful eyes of those security guards, Lin Yun's heart was filled with excitement, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

He had never experienced anything like this growing up.

There are only two people on my side, but on the opposite side is the entire Zhao family!

It is even more majestic than Zhao Zilong killing Cao Ying seven times and seven times in the novel.

Looking at Li Muchen at the side, Lin Yun's eyes were filled with admiration.

Grandpa really has foresight. Eighteen years ago, he helped my sister choose a husband.

The relationship between Lin Yun and Lin Manqing is very good.

In the past, he always felt that no one in this world was worthy of his sister.

At least none of the sons and rich second generations he had met could catch his eyes.

He thought that his sister would always marry far away in the future, and maybe only those legendary princes in the capital were eligible to marry her.

Unexpectedly, the ideal brother-in-law in his heart is actually in Hecheng.

"Master Lin, be careful, be careful..."

Zhao Chenyang kept reminding him that if Lin Yun was not careful, the knife would cut his throat.

They arrived at the West Court soon.

Wu Xian's altar is placed there.

Lin Yun saw the straw man and the note pasted on the straw man at a glance.

"It's really grandpa's name and birth date!" Lin Yun said angrily.

Li Muchen frowned.

He looked at the straw man in the middle, lowered his head and smelled the three animals on the table, and the bowl of dried blood.

This is no longer simple witchcraft.

The nail-headed arrow book in ancient witchcraft is not so complicated, nor does it need such a big straw man.

They are generally small people who can be held in the hand.

And this person is about the same age as a real person.

Judging from the changes in the blood of the three animals, this is closer to the way of magic.

The purpose of the caster is not only to be killed by the caster, but to use this spell to absorb his three souls and seven souls for his use.

But what puzzled Li Muchen was that Mr. Lin is not a practitioner, and he is over eighty years old, and his energy is exhausted. What is the use of ingesting his soul?

There is no point in absorbing it directly, let alone fighting with its soul, unless...

Li Muchen thought of a possibility, his face changed, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Eliminating demons and defending Dao is also the duty of Tiandu disciples.

Heaven has the virtue of loving life, but when dealing with demons, Tiandu disciples are never lenient.

Li Muchen grabbed Zhao Chenyang and asked, "Who set up this altar?"

While asking, he winked at Lin Yun.

"Yes, it's Master Wu." Zhao Chenyang replied.

"Master Wu, speak clearly." Li Muchen pointed the tip of the knife at Zhao Chenyang's eyes, "I'm impatient, you'd better finish it all at once."

"His name is Wu Xian, and he is a feng shui master invited by my father. He said that he knows how to nail the head, as long as he gets the horoscope of the old man of the Lin family, he can be cursed to death."

Li Muchen saw that Lin Yun had already turned on his phone to record audio and took pictures, and nodded silently, thinking that the boy is quite smart.

"Xiaoyun, go find a bag and put the scarecrow and the things on the table away."

"oh."

Lin Yun agreed, found a sack in the corner of the yard, and stuffed everything from the altar into it.

But the straw man was too big to fit in, so Lin Yun just carried it on his back.

"Brother-in-law, I got the things, shall we go?"

Suddenly someone said: "Can you go?"

Following the sound, Zhao's security guards gave way one after another, and a group of people walked in.

This group of people wore the same black clothes as those in the previous White Tiger hall, with the White Tiger pattern embroidered on the chest.

Only the leader was wearing a black and white tiger-striped top.

Seeing the person coming, Zhao Chenyang seemed to see a savior, and shouted: "Third Uncle! Third Uncle, save me!"

Li Muchen asked Lin Yun: "Xiaoyun, do you know this person?"

Lin Yun shook his head: "I don't know."

"Haha, you don't even know my third uncle, you are dead!" Zhao Chenyang yelled.

Li Muchen admired Zhao Chenyang's courage, "You are in my hands, so you are not afraid that I will kill you first?"

"If you dare to touch him, I'll make your life worse than death!" said the middle-aged man in a tiger-striped suit coldly.

Li Muchen looked him up and down a few times, but didn't feel any spiritual aura from this person, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Hallmaster of White Tiger, Zhao Shan." The man replied.

Li Muchen shook his head and said, "I call you White Tiger, call out the one who tied the grass."

Feeling slighted, Zhao Shan showed anger, put on a posture, and said, "It depends on whether you have the ability."

After all, he made a mistake with both feet, kicked the ground with his back foot, and slid with his front foot, and a puff of smoke and dust rolled up on the hard green brick floor.

Two fists strike, before the fist arrives, the wind arrives first.

There was a crackling sound in the air.

Dark energy!

Lin Yun was shocked.

The second grandfather Lin Chanming once showed him dark energy.

The power that exploded inch by inch was incomparably domineering.

He saw with his own eyes that Lin Chanming just lightly pressed his palm on the table, and a three-inch thick solid wood table was shattered into pieces. From the table top to the table legs, there was no whole piece the size of a palm.

Judging from the degree of the air explosion, this Zhao Shan's skill is not inferior to the second grandfather.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Shan's fist was already in front of Li Muchen.

Li Muchen reached out and grabbed his fist.

Zhao Shan was startled, what kind of palm strength is it that can catch his punch that splits stones.

Before he had time to withdraw his fist, he saw Li Muchen fight lightly, and a strange force came from his hand.

Zhao Shan's body also twisted, and then there was a strong force, making him step back a few steps.

After that, he was about to bump into his subordinates, so Zhao Shan forced himself to stop.

This time, although the body stopped, he also suffered internal injuries, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Go together!"

Zhao Shan shouted loudly, and the more than 20 members of the White Tiger Hall behind him all rushed up.

At the same time, Li Muchen pushed Zhao Chenyang to Lin Yun and rushed forward.

In Lin Yun's eyes, Li Muchen's figure turned into a phantom at a speed he had never seen before.

As long as the members of the White Tiger hall rushed up, as soon as they took over from him, they either fell down on the spot or flew out.

The shock in Lin Yun's heart increased again.

It was ten by one dozen just now, but this time, it was dozens by one dozen.

And the opposite is the master of the White Tiger hall, and there is a White Tiger hall master who is as powerful as the second grandfather.

What kind of monster is this brother-in-law!