This time I went home for dinner and had a different feeling, money and family affairs. And with so much compensation, the atmosphere of the entire Ling family became much happier. After a meal, Zhang Muyang felt a feeling of a furious son-in-law coming to the door for scrutiny.

After dinner, Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing returned to the hotel, but before they arrived at the hotel, suddenly, Zhang Muyang narrowed his eyes and two figures came towards him.

One old and one young.

Among them, the old man was Li Mo, the old Taoist invited by Zhang Mukun that day. After being instantly killed by Zhang Muyang, he admitted defeat, for fear that Zhang Muyang would be unhappy for a moment, but at this time he no longer had that kind of fear.

Zhang Muyang smiled gently and was about to speak, but a young Taoist beside Li Mo had already stood up. The young Taoist, who was about twenty-five years old, had a pretty face, was wearing a green Taoist robe, and looked at Zhang Muyang with a proud look, raised his chin slightly, raised his lips, and the outlined smile seemed to be more like a ridicule, and said loudly: "You are Zhang Muyang, the Zhang family's boss?"

Zhang Muyang walked and said to Ling Bing beside him: "Bing'er, since the family matters are over, how about going back to China Sea with me?"

When the young Taoist saw that Zhang Mu** had ignored him, his face changed slightly, but he did not have any attacks. He narrowed his eyes and his nose always let out a slight cold snorting that was neither too close. He walked a few steps and stopped Zhang Muyang, and said with a little impatiently: "I am a disciple of Kunlun. I am here to bring a message to our young master. Our young master invites you to see Xiaonan Lake in three days."

Although this young Taoist, although his words were polite, his expression was full of a proud look. He didn't take Zhang Muyang seriously at all. This time he came here just a routine official business.

When Zhang Muyang heard the word Kunlun, his steps were slightly paused, and his name was really familiar. When he entered the Shennong small world by chance, he was probably his own chance, but he was taken away by the young leader of Kunlun, the so-called son of God's choice. This directly led to his slow cultivation and he went to the cultivation world and was at the bottom. He only survived for hundreds of years before he could make a comeback.

Seeing that Zhang Muyang's eyes were as calm as before, and did not take what he said at all, the young Taoist immediately said angrily: "Our young master doesn't like waiting for others, otherwise it will delay our young master's time and you can't afford it."

"Oh!" Zhang Muyang responded, his expression turned, but he said proudly: "So what? You young master is nothing to do with me!"

The young Taoist stood upright, obviously very proud of this identity, and raised his head and felt extremely proud. But Zhang Muyang's words suddenly made him feel like he was stuck in his throat, and he stopped. Then his face changed and he said furiously: "Bold!"

After the words came, the young Taoist rushed up directly, his body flashing rapidly. This person had already reached the realm of practicing Qi. Compared to ordinary ancient martial arts masters, he was already very outstanding. However, in Zhang Muyang's eyes, it was not enough to see.

Zhang Muyang frowned and snorted coldly. He also took action. With just one contact, the young Taoist had already flew backwards and vomited blood from his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Zhang Muyang looked at the two who were already scared and snorted coldly: "Kunlun, you are so majestic. Don't be afraid. I won't kill you this time. I just asked you to bring a message to your young master. If Qin Shaoze wants to see me, then come and invite him in person."

After saying that, Zhang Muyang turned around and looked at Ling Bing and said softly: "Bing'er, let's go back to the hotel."

When he returned to the hotel, Ling Bing finally couldn't help asking: "Mu Yang, is this Kunlun? Could it be the Kunlun in the myths and legends?"

"Hehe, I finally couldn't help asking. I was guessing how long you could last?" Zhang Muyang said with a chuckling.

Ling Bingheng glanced at him, gently pinched Zhang Muyang's body, and pretended to walk: "I'm still worried about you, but you thought about me and joked, and I ignore you."

Looking at Ling Bing who was deliberately playing tricks, Zhang Muyang felt more and more cute and charming. He pulled her back, pinched the tip of her nose and said, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. The Kunlun Sect is actually just a sect of cultivation. It has nothing to do with myths and legends."

"Ah! Cultivation Sect? Then it won't be a problem if you hurt them." Ling Bing's expression suddenly became nervous when he heard about Cultivation Sect.

Ling Bing didn't care about Kongtong or the Qian family. After practicing, she understood a truth. Cultivation is a world of difference. How can that be said, saints are all ants, and in the minds of cultivators, omnipres are all ants.

What's more, Kongtong instigates his disciples to commit crimes and act evilly. If he should be killed, he will kill him. This is nothing. But Ling Bing's feeling is different when he rises to being a cultivator.

Zhang Muyang chuckled and said disdainfully: "It's okay. Although they are monks like us, they are just superficial ones. We don't have to worry about them."

Ling Bing nodded, but still caring: "Well, then you still have to be careful."

Zhang Muyang heard this and was immediately moved, and pecked Ling Bing's face gently. He smiled and said, "Well, thank you Bing'er for your concern. I will be careful."

But Zhang Muyang knew in his heart that it was not him who should be careful, but Kunlun.

Just as Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing were discussing Kunlun, Li Mo had already returned to an ancient courtyard with his seriously injured disciples.

"Boom~" A muffled sound came from the old Taoist Li Mo with a scream of hard work.

He held his chest tightly with his hands, and blood still oozed from the corner of his mouth. At this time, he fell to the ground with a painful and ferocious expression. He wanted to stand up, but he didn't have any strength.

"You mean, after he seriously injured Motai, he still knew my name? Then he let me tell you and went there in person if he wanted to see him? Haha, it was really interesting." The speaker was very soft, and it was really interesting. This sentence was said from his mouth, without any meaning. When he heard it in Li Mo's ears, it was like a scraper knife, constantly scraping his bones.

Qin Shaoze is only twenty years old, tall and slender, has a very white skin and a pretty face. Especially the cold light emitted by his long and oblique eyes is daunting.

Li Mo was a little nervous at this time and whispered: "Young Master, my subordinates dare not say a word of lies. This is really the case."

Qin Shaoze waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Get out!"
Chapter completed!