Rebirth of the waste young counterattack

Chapter 145

Li Minglang's face was full of shock. Such a young boy had such a high level of cultivation, which the entire Mingxia country had never seen before. At the same time, he knew in his heart that his stupid boy had offended the expert in front of him.

"Greetings, senior." Li Minglang got up instantly, then bowed, and pushed his son down.

"Father?" Li Zhao was puzzled in his voice, why his father behaved like this.

"Senior, my son is still young and doesn't know how to behave, so I ask you to have a lot of seniors." Li Minglang felt a little bit bitter, he should stop his son's misbehavior sometimes, otherwise how could he cause such a big trouble.

The old ancestor was not in the town at all, but in the capital. Even if he came back immediately, the distant water could not save the nearby fire. He just hoped that the young man could talk easily.

Mu Lichuan looked at the bent old man, and said calmly, "But he said just now that he wanted to destroy your Li family?" His voice was soft, but it was full of absolute cruelty.

If you didn't suppress it at the first time, then you don't know what happened later.

"Bastard! What are you hiding?" Li Minglang understood the reason as soon as he heard the young man's joking words. It was obvious that his boy had provoked someone who could not be provoked by his family.

Li Zhao flew out of the whole body, then fell to the ground and vomited blood, his face was also extremely pale, "Father, why are you?" Their family, but his father was so afraid... why.

"Shut up!" Li Minglang had an angry expression on his face, he knew that his son had some flaws, but they must not lose the face of the Li family, "Senior, if I did something wrong, please punish me senior. "

Even though he didn't know what his son did in Shangzhai Village, it should have a lot to do with the robbery of women. He said that women are disasters, and he thought so. Look, it's all ruined by women .

"Really? What if I want to kill him?" Mu Lichuan raised his eyebrows and asked back. This person is just retreating.Of course, if it can be resolved peacefully, there is no need to create another enemy, isn't it?

When these words came out, Li Minglang's face was a little stiff, "Senior, I don't know what the kid did to make the senior want to kill him?"

In his opinion, with the young man in front of him having a higher level of cultivation than himself, it is absolutely impossible for his son to be stupid enough to offend him. That is to say, he is standing up for Shangzhai Village.

"Actually, it's none of my business, it's just that I live in Bai's house, so the young master disturbed my young master." Mu Lichuan's dark eyes were full of chills, "The cycle of cause and effect, I always have to do something, don't I?"

"Let the young master confuse right and wrong. If it wasn't for my cultivation being higher than yours, would you still listen to me here? I'm afraid I'm already decapitated."

"As a cultivator, he bullies the good and fears the evil. No, it should be bullying some ordinary people. Once this matter gets out, everyone will definitely ridicule him." In fact, he also knows the truth that the strong are respected. Being able to dominate everyone in the town proves that the person behind the scenes is very difficult, not to mention that he has not yet reached the bigu period.

"Senior taught me this!" Li Minglang's forehead was covered in cold sweat. It was impossible for him to lift the ancestor out, otherwise it might be counterproductive. Unfortunately, some things did not follow his wishes.

"Zhao'er, my son, what's wrong with you?" At this moment, an old woman rushed in, and when she saw that her old man was seriously injured, her expression turned ugly.

The husband and wife are both cultivators, and she is also in the foundation building stage. No, all the good talents and treasures are piled on her son.

"Mother..." When Li Zhao saw his mother, a light flashed in his eyes. Apart from his ancestors, his mother was also powerful, also in the capital.

"Old man, what are you talking about? Who is this person? Why is he in our house?" Even though the old woman has white hair, her complexion is much younger than Li Minglang's.

When Li Minglang was about to explain, Li Zhao had already said, "Mom, it's him, he wants to kill me." His voice was full of anger.

Since he was a child, he has been the proud son of heaven in his family. He never thought that just because he fell in love with a rural girl, he would provoke a cultivator, which made him unable to swallow the anger in his heart.

"What? You want to kill my son?" The old woman's face was extremely ugly, and at the same time, the spiritual power in her hand rushed over.

Mu Lichuan had been prepared for a long time. He sighed slightly in his heart. He thought that the matter could be resolved peacefully, but now it seems that it is better to act first.Of course, it depends on how the head of the Li family handles it.

Li Minglang didn't stop him, his wife's cultivation base was higher than his own, and seeing this spiritual power disappear without a trace next to the young man was enough to prove how high his cultivation base was.

"You bitch, why are you killing people indiscriminately?" Li Minglang scolded loudly, but in fact, there was only a second between the action and the explanation.

If Mu Lichuan is really a cultivator who came out of the deep mountains and has not experienced the events of his previous life, then he will definitely be fooled by others, but unfortunately his thoughts are stronger than anyone present.

"My son has been beaten like this. You, a father, just don't want to get ahead, and you still blame me here?" The old woman Lin Qingqing stared, obviously dissatisfied with her husband.

When Li Minglang was about to say something, Mu Lichuan on the side said impatiently, "Destroy his eyes and tongue, and as for the old lady, just cut off the hand that sneaked up on me."

He is not a benevolent person, even if he let them go, the Li family will never let him go, if that is the case, they will kill them.Of course, he won't do it at this time, and he has to come back at night.

Sure enough, when he finished speaking, Li Minglang's face was a bit ugly, "Senior, even though my Li family is just a small cultivator family in the town, there are also ancestors in the capital, and even sect members." Since there is no way to make peace If it can be solved, we can only move out the old ancestor to see if he will be afraid.

"I didn't take their lives either. As the head of the family, you are so partial?" Mu Lichuan said with a sneer, "You did it yourself, or I did it." The latter sentence was full of strong threats.

Seeing such a scene, Li Zhao got up immediately, "I'll fight with you!" He rushed up after saying this, but unfortunately he was beaten hard again. This time he wanted to get up, but it wasn't So easy.

Li Minglang used gentle force before, although it looked very serious on the surface, but there was no internal injury, but Mu Lichuan's shot was not the same thing.

"Son! Son!" Lin Qingqing shouted loudly. Her heart was full of hatred, but she clearly understood that she was not their opponent.

"How?" Mu Lichuan asked again, "My time is very limited." When he entered here, he had already set up an enchantment, and the news could not be sent out.

"It's useless!" Li Minglang's face was full of sadness.

Lin Qingqing is also a ruthless character, she directly took out the spirit sword, aimed at her arm and chopped it off. As for her son, she really couldn't bear it, so she had to let Li Minglang do it.

Mu Lichuan admired their personalities somewhat, but they did not agree with each other, and they had already become enemies, so there was no need to show mercy.

"It's because he can't be a good cultivator first, and he can't blame others. If you are obedient, write it off, otherwise..." After Mu Lichuan finished speaking, he disappeared from their sight.

Li Zhao's mouth was fed with elixir, and his life is not in danger, but if he wants to recover, unless he reaches the reborn Nascent Soul stage or finds a panacea that can rejuvenate bones and skin, there is no way to recover at all. possible.

"Master, what's going on? Why..." Lin Qingqing's blood had stopped, but the hatred on her face did not disappear at all.

In the world of cultivators, they naturally understand the principle that the strong are respected, but the average powerful cultivator would never have trouble with a small family of cultivators like them, not to mention judging by the appearance of the young man, he should not be very old.

"It's all this kid, lustful, obviously inhumane, and even enjoys torturing girls, no, he has met a strong man!" When Li Minglang mentioned this, his expression was extremely ugly.

Lin Qingqing sneered and said, "So what if it's like this? He's just an ordinary person, and his son can marry whoever he wants. We, the Li family, have to avenge this revenge!"

After she finished saying this, she planned to use the sound transmission stone to tell her father, and let the people in the family help them.

Mu Lichuan naturally intercepted the news, and he invented it in his spare time. He can even imitate the other party's voice, but only in the other party's ears, provided that the other party's cultivation level is lower than his own.

"I want to come and kill them at night." Originally, Mu Lichuan wanted to let them live, but the other party planned to find helpers to kill him. If he is still so kind, he will cause trouble for himself.

"Be careful." Xiao Mo naturally agreed with the young man's words, kindness cannot live in the realm of comprehension, it can only make oneself completely cruel.

When the night came, in the dead of night, many members of the Li family died in their sleep, completely unaware of what had happened. As for Li Minglang and his wife, when they saw the young man, they had terrified expressions on their faces. Credit!"

"I never said I would let you go, and you broke your promise first, since you plan to find someone to kill me!" Mu Lichuan gathered dark magic in his hands.