Zhuang Ding's shout will definitely attract everyone from Med Manor. Once there are too many people, it will definitely make it difficult for Ala Yanzong and others to leave the manor.

Even though the dagger was close to his neck, Medei Shangwu still laughed out loud, "You are in trouble and you can't get out."

Ala Yanzong sneered, "Don't mention it with you, even without you, no one can stop me."

Ala Yanzong suppressed Mei De Shangwu and walked out of the moon gate of the ancestral hall. With a little force on his dagger, he asked, "Which door is the fastest to go out from?"

"East Gate."

Med Shangwu felt the weight of the dagger, dwarfed, and answered hurriedly.

Ala Yanzong ordered in a deep voice: "Lead the way."

Med Shangwu was limping in front. I don't know if he was really in pain or pretending, but his walking speed was not as fast as usual. Under Ala Yanzong's urging, he had to speed up his pace, but his limp became worse.

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Several people from the Alayan Sect walked along the path in the garden, twisting and turning at a high speed.

After walking less than a hundred meters, many people poured out of the door between the inner house and the training area. In an instant, they were behind Ala Yanzong and others, about twenty meters away.

Yeluha, who had been hiding among the flowers and pretending to have diarrhea, quietly stood up and followed the crowd, and followed them.

"Bold maniac! You dare to kidnap my son. If you don't release him quickly, you will die!"

A middle-aged man in his late fifties walked at the front of the crowd, drinking as he walked.

This man wore a silk scarf on his head and purple clothes, embroidered with birds and animals, and looked luxurious and elegant. He had thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a wide mouth and a short beard. He had an angry look on his face and pointed his finger at Ala Yanzong and shouted in a stern voice.

This man was Mei De Shangwu's father, Mei De Nanjiu. Hearing Zhuang Ding's call, he went out of the house. He happened to encounter Zhuang Ding running to report to him. He hurriedly left the courtyard gate and chased after him.

Zhuang Ding, who ran from the martial arts training ground, followed closely behind with swords and clubs in his hands.

Ala Yanzong suppressed Mei De Shangwu and turned around. The others hid behind him and retreated towards the east gate.

When Mei De Shangwu saw his father bringing people, he shouted, "Father, save me!"

"My son, don't panic! That madman doesn't dare to hurt you. If he hurts you even a hair, he will be cut into pieces!"

Commander Mei Denan also chased the general from behind. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly said: "That strong man, please don't be reckless. Let your nephew go and let you wait for you to get out of the village smoothly."

Mednan saw for a long time that what his second brother told him was completely different. He snorted, glared at him, and said, "It's really hard to be so soft-hearted towards such crazy people!"

Maidenan said in a low voice: "Martial arts are in their hands, so don't go too far."

Mednan snorted again and ignored him.

Alayanzong ignored the shouts of Brother Mede and just urged everyone to retreat quickly.

Mednanjiu led the crowd in pursuit.

Soon, Alayanzong and others retreated to the gate to the east of the inner house.

The four village men guarding the gate were at a loss as to what to do when they saw this situation. Whether to open the gate or not, they had no idea.

Ala Yanzong raised his dagger slightly and said, "Let Zhuang Ding open the door."

Mei De Shangwu suddenly felt as if a hill was pressing down on his right shoulder. The pressure was so great that he lowered his body a little lower. He bent his lame leg and shouted: "Can't you see the second uncle is here? Open the door quickly!"

The four villagers hurriedly pulled the bolt and opened the door.

Mei Denanjiu and others could only watch helplessly as Ala Yanzong and his party opened the door and left the village.

After getting out of the house, Alayanzong told Hulun Xuguang to lead the others back to Ha Liu's house quickly. He would stay here to buy time for them.

Ala Yanzong saw Hulun Xuguang and others drifting away, so he just suppressed Mei De Shangwu and guarded outside the gate of the manor.

But Mednan Chang and everyone stayed at the door, and the two sides faced each other.

Mednan pointed his finger at Ala Yanzong and said: "You crazy guy, now that you have left the sect, why don't you let my son go!"

Ala Yanzong sneered, "Everyone has a madman, and he shouts very smoothly. I don't even ask this prodigal son in your family, which one is the madman? It can be seen that if the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, it will inevitably lead to being old and disrespectful.

Less bad."

Mede became even more furious and shouted loudly: "You broke into my manor, hurt my servants, and kidnapped my son. I haven't brought you to trial yet. You didn't let me go after leaving the manor, and you made rude remarks. What are you if you're not a madman?"

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"Hahaha!" Ala Yanzong was very angry at the old guy, "Why did I break into the manor? And why did I kidnap your son? As the owner of the manor, have you ever asked?"

Mei Denan has long known that the behavior of his unfilial son would be embarrassing in public if he interfered with it in public, and he would have no place to put his old face. Now is not the time to argue about this. First, save Mei De Shangwu.

"Taking hostages and threatening us is not a heroic act. If you have the ability, let my son go. How dare you?"

Ala Yanzong chuckled, "You don't need to provoke me. I don't care about your son's life, so I will return it to you."

Looking back, Hulun Xuguang and others had disappeared. Just as he was about to let Mei De Shangwu go, he suddenly thought of the painful expression of the broken-arm waiter, Ula Zhitao's anxiety, and Ha Liuwan'er's fear.

All of this was caused by Mei De Shangwu, and he must be punished.

With this in his mind, Ala Yanzong stretched out his hand and counted his fingers on Mei De Shangwu's back, and said, "You can go back."

When Mei De Shangwu let him go, he felt happy and walked away. He was about to shout for joy, but couldn't. He only felt hot and uncomfortable all over his body, but breathing was normal. He couldn't care about it anymore and limped.

He hurriedly ran towards his father.

What was unusual was that his steps were very staggering.

Seeing his son enter the manor, Mednan waved his right hand, and dozens of villagers rushed up to him.

Ala Yanzong took a few steps back, dodged the door, and came to the open area outside the door.

The crowd surrounded him and fought together.

Ala Yanzong didn't say anything, and the dagger was flying like the wind. No matter whether it was a knife, a sword, a stick or a stick that Zhuang Ding stretched out, it jingled away one by one.

As soon as they took action, Ala Yanzong knew that these people were just Zhuang Ding, perhaps the refugees who had just trained for two days. That is, relying on the advantages of long weapons in their hands, they had no real martial arts skills. Even if they killed them,

Nor can it dampen the spirit of Meade Manor.

After swinging away the weapons of all the villagers, Alayanzong twisted around and flew up, kicking each villager in the chest with a series of kicks. Each villager dropped his weapons, and his body was like a domino, one after another.

Fall outside.

He got up again and ran back to the manor in despair.

Mednanjiu and others at the gate of the manor saw all this clearly and were shocked for a moment.

Meidenan whispered behind him, and then a man walked out, holding an iron rod up to his eyebrows in his hand, and came to Ala Yanzong.

Ala Yanzong looked up and down and saw that this man was slightly taller than himself by half a head, with bulging muscles on his body, a fat face with round cheeks and sideburns, short hair, and a pair of eyes almost missing from his fat face.

The visitor didn't say anything, but just hit him with a stick. The iron rod carried the sound of wind and came straight to the front door of the Alayan Sect.

This kind of person who wields an iron rod, no matter how tall or short he is, must be born with supernatural power, otherwise he would not even be able to swing the iron rod. The short sword in his hand cannot be directly touched by him, as it will fly away as soon as he touches it. He can only use it wisely, but cannot defeat him.

Ala Yanzong jumped away in a hurry, but the iron rod swept towards his waist again.

Ala Yanzong turned his body upside down and dodged the stick.

The iron rod flew up and down and blew in the wind. Alayanzong was like a dragonfly, dancing with the rod, jumping and swaying, but his body was getting closer and closer to the strong man.

The short sword lightly pierced the strong man's right arm, and there was only a clang sound, and the iron rod let go. Alayanzong took advantage of the situation and hit the strong man's chest with his elbow. The strong man stepped back a few steps and spat out a mouthful.
Chapter completed!