The old lady frowned for the first time, and the old housekeeper had a bad expression, and Yu Xiaomei was even more disgusted.

Judging from Aunt Mo's name and the expressions of these three people, the people who came made these people feel uncomfortable.

The old lady's brows slowly relaxed and she said, "Let's go."

Several old ladies went to the front yard with their heads.

There were several people standing in the yard. Except for the old man in the lead, the rest were all wearing black suits and standing straight. One of them had ever seen Wang Lang, who had had sex with Wang Lang before.

There must be many people standing outside the yard. Judging from the position of Gou Ge, the other ones are quite strong.

The old man in front sat on a chair moved out of the room, wearing a Tang suit, playing with the jade ring above his thumb.

"What are you doing?" The old lady of the Yu family stared at the old man, her tone was cold, and it felt like she was keeping people from thousands of miles away.

The old man played with his finger ring, "What am I here to do, how can you not know?"

"The same thing, you don't have what you want, and no one can take away Xiaomei!" The old lady's tone was simply decisive.

Wang Lang also guessed that the old man was Yu Xiaomei's grandfather.

The old man looks quite old, but he is energetic and looks very tough. He is dry and thin. His palms are very wide, there are many calluses on his palms, and his knuckles are also very thick. It looks like there is something.

The old man saw Wang Lang first, his eyes stayed on Wang Lang for a moment, and then moved his eyes to the old lady of the Yu family again.

"Shuqin, stop being so persistent. How long do you have to wait? The only one left in the Yu family is Xiaomei. Let Xiaomei and me. Only I can pass on the incense of the Yu family." The old man played with his fingers.

"The Yu family could have had incense, but you ruined the old Yu family with your own hands."

"The affairs of the old Yu family are mine. How could I destroy the Yu family?"

"You don't eat your child if you don't eat your child. You don't deserve to be aware of the Yu family's affairs." The old lady of the Yu family said softly, her voice was very calm. Although it was such a deep hatred, the old lady of the Yu family did not say that she was very angry. Instead, she was very calm.

"That's him who deserves to die." The old man smiled.

The old lady turned the Buddhist beads with both hands, calmly shook her head slightly, "As long as she is alive, Xiaomei has to stay here, and you don't want to think about things."

The old man smiled slightly, "Ahu, take people to search, you must find something this time."

"I see who dares to move!" The old lady of the Yu family shouted fiercely.

The old housekeeper blocked the road, but unexpectedly Aunt Mo held an iron spoon in her hand and blocked the road.

Behind the old man, a burly man with a big head and a big waist, walked up and stood in the middle of the yard with short hair, a big head, a big mouth, a flat nose, a black person, a short and thick neck, and a tattoo on the back of his neck, which looked like a tiger's head.

The burly man bowed to the two of them and said, "I offended you."

A burly man named Ah Hu rushed towards the two of them with his hands in claws.

The old butler didn't move at all. Aunt Mo took a step forward and looked at Ah Hu for the iron spoon used to cook.

A clang sound!

The claws and the iron spoon collided with each other. The sound was extremely penetrating, and Yu Xiaomei couldn't help but cover her ears.

Ahu used tiger fist, and tiger fist imitated the appearance of tigers. It was originally a type of Xingyiquan, but later it was split and specialized in a boxing technique.

This kind of fist uses form as fist, meaning as spirit, and energy to activate force. When exerting force, the eyes are angry and strong, and the tiger is eyeing fiercely. There is a momentum of angering tiger coming out of the forest and its claws are drawn out of the mountain.

And this Ah Hu did practice tiger fist to a level and guaranteed to reach the hall. He should have retained some strength. If he did it, he should have reached the peak and returned to the realm.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Mo is also a master. She is like an iron spoon in her hand, which is so flexible that it is unreasonable.

Ah Hu's claws were filled with wind, and Aunt Mo was not bad at all.

The two were hard to part with each other, and Wang Lang looked at it for a while and found that Aunt Mo should have used the Luoyu Sword Technique.

This kind of sword technique was created by a particularly handsome master of the world in the past. It has been passed down for many years. The sword speed is extremely fast, and it is a sword that can be used to push several swords. If you practice it to the great perfection, you can see it as if the sword rain fell, densely splashed on the enemy.

The strength that Aunt Mo has shown now seems to be at the level of the hall, but Wang Lang still feels that Aunt Mo is hiding her strength.

Ah Hu's move was quick, Aunt Mo's move was quicker. If it weren't for the fried spoon, Ah Hu's body would have been covered with many wounds. The penetration power of Luoyu's sword technique was particularly strong, and one sword was a hole. Wang Lang counted it. Aunt Mo had at least a dozen times on Ah Hu, and Ah Hu also left many holes on Aunt Mo's body, but it could be seen that neither of them had a serious intention to kill, otherwise they would definitely have a lottery now.

In Fenghuijing's hand, not to mention an iron spoon, even a chopstick can become a tool for killing people.

The two fought hard to part with each other.

The old man sitting on the chair over there turned his head and looked behind him, "Shuangji, go and take a look."

A strange-looking middle-aged man walked up to him. The tattoo on his body looked very disgusting, dense, like a piece of scale tattooed on his body, which was very disgusting. The most disgusting thing was that there was a tattoo like scales on his face. I don’t know what the contact lenses were wearing, and my pupils were golden.

Shuangji walked up and bowed to the old butler, "Come on, old guy, I heard you are very awesome. I'll come here to see how powerful you are."

It would be fine if he didn't speak, but Wang Lang felt disgusted as he spoke. He didn't know what this person was thinking. The middle of his tongue was cut in half, which made him look disgusting.

The old butler held a broom in his arms and walked slowly forward.

Shuangji held a pair of ten centimeter-long Dongduan swords in his hand. To put it bluntly, two daggers smaller than daggers.

Shuangji grinned and rushed up and fucked, but the angle of attack was very tricky. Every time he took action, he would target the old butler's pulse.

Although the old butler had only one hand, he was not at all inferior. He held a broom in one hand and pointed it in an orderly manner on the small dagger that Shuangji rushed over, and he hit Dingdangdang endlessly.

Wang Lang saw it clearly next to him. He was determined to kill the old housekeeper every time, but the old housekeeper was only guarding but not attacking. The old housekeeper used the simplest moves.

Wang Lang looked at it for a long time and couldn't see what the old man was in, but the guarantee is definitely the peak return, because there is no such thing as the Chengtang Realm who can play such a simple move so easily.

Although the two-person attack was very strong, the old butler was not afraid at all.

The old man over there played with his fingertips, turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man who was only 1.5 meters tall and very immoral behind him.

"Jiazi, come on."
Chapter completed!