Zhao Yao got into the car with Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming looked at Zhao Yao's pocket unexpectedly.

Then I could see the briquette in my pockets placed there like a small wallet, and said in confusion: "Is this cat okay to put it here?"

"Oh, coal balls." Zhao Yao rubbed coal balls' head and said, "Don't worry, she is very obedient, it's okay."

Xiao Ming nodded and quickly moved his attention from the cat and said, "This time, in addition to I invited you, my uncle and others also invited some strange people."

"Oh?" Zhao Yao touched his chin and laughed: "It seems that you don't like that very much... Is he called Master Luo?"

"Of course." Xiao Ming said for granted: "If someone wants to steal your coffee shop, you won't be able to stand by death, right?" As he said that, he sent a stack of information to Zhao Yao.

"I know Master, you are powerful in your supernatural powers, but this Luo's surname is indeed a bit capable. This is the information I have collected. Take a look and you will be prepared for any trouble."

Zhao Yao's mouth raised slightly, he took the information into his hand and read it in the car.

The so-called Master Luo, whose original name was Luo Hao, was a wild Taoist priest on Tianmu Mountain. He was over forty years old and had nothing to do.

But just a few months ago, he came to Jianghai and showed his magical power of taking things from afar. He immediately became famous among the celebrities in Jianghai. Soon after, he came to the Xiao family and was appreciated by the current ruler of the Xiao family, Old Lady Xiao, and currently has a high voice within the Xiao family.

Zhao Yao looked at the so-called magical power displays in the information, and guessed in his heart: "This guy's ability, taking objects from a distance, may be the motivation for thinking.

He is so famous, so Old He must have talked with this guy, right? But if I ask, I guess this old pervert wouldn't tell me."

Zhao Yao thought for a while and asked, "Did this guy have a cat?"

"Cat?" Xiao Ming was surprised and said, "Luo Hao doesn't seem to have a cat."

"Don't keep a cat?" Zhao Yaoqi said: "Where are stray cats? Do you feed cats frequently, or go to cat cafes or something?"

Xiao Ming looked at Zhao Yao with some confusion, not understanding why the other party asked, but he said, "It seems that there is no, Luo Hao, I have never heard of him as a person who likes cats very much. Moreover, my grandmother has been bitten by cats before, so she hates cats very much. There are no cats inside and outside the house."

"Oh?" Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "It's interesting."

Zhao Yao just looked at the information like this, the coal balls in his pocket were bored, and he quickly closed his eyes and dripped into his pocket to take a nap.

Xiao Ming drove all the way away from the outer ring road and drove towards the far suburbs. Looking at the increasingly desolate roadside around, Zhao Yao said, "Your family is really far enough."

"Well, my grandma is a nostalgic person. She is old and likes quietness and good air. So she bought the land near her ancestral home and built a house. Now she basically lives in it all year round."

After a while, when Zhao Yao looked at the manor in front of him, he realized how big the so-called house was built.

When the automatic iron door opened and Xiao Ming drove in, Zhao Yao couldn't help but say, "Your garden is so well-built, right?" At this moment, Xiao Ming became taller and taller in Zhao Yao's eyes. This was simply a chicken that could lay diamonds.

Xiao Ming said modestly: "The remote suburbs are just cheaper."

After he and Xiao Ming got out of the car, he followed Xiao Ming all the way across the garden and walked towards the hall. Before he got close, he could hear a noisy sound. The two of them immediately walked up and saw someone quarreling.

...

In the hall, an old lady with silver hair sat in the main seat, with her eyebrows swaying and her eyes sternly.

More than a dozen men and women were sitting under her, looking at the old lady's honest look. It was obvious that the old lady was extremely majestic at home.

Behind these men and women of the Xiao family were more than twenty figures of various dress, including monks, Taoists, media, and even priests. It seemed that the men and women of the Xiao family were invited to deal with Master Luo.

Next to the old lady, there was a middle-aged man with elegant temperament and gentle temperament.

This person was obviously Master Luo Hao, who was mentioned by Xiao Ming, and then he saw him sitting next to the old lady, with a light face, as if nothing could leave traces in his heart.

At this moment, a monk was standing in the center of the hall with his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, as if a divine light was opening and closing.

"I am a monk who has been practicing in Wutai Mountain for 30 years. Today I will come to ask Master Luo for advice."

"Yuantong." Master Luo sat on the chair, but didn't even stand up: "I think you should do express delivery. For example, it's not suitable for your style."

Yuantong's face turned cold and he stepped out one step, his muscles vibrated. Then he took off his clothes and exposed his body's tendon flesh that was shiny and shiny, like bronze.

"ha!"

With his loud shout, several other bald monks around him walked up. Some of them were holding a dummy and slashing the dummy's body with swords, guns and sticks. In a blink of an eye, the dummy was cut into pieces. Obviously, these weapons were all real, not like it.

Then these disciples used the weapons in their hands to attack Yuantong. A few girls couldn't help but close their eyes when they saw this scene.

But the next moment, the sound of ding-kong sounds kept ringing, and the swords of many disciples slashed and slashed, it turned out to be like a collision between gold and stone.

This is not an ordinary performance of using the tip of a gun to hit several special positions. Everyone present could clearly see that those disciples were attacking like killing people. Zhao Yao could even see a disciple holding a dagger and stabbing Yuantong's kidney with a sharp knife.

But whether it is a dagger or a fruit knife, it makes a jingle sound on Yuantong's bronze skin, like a metal hit.

"What a dragon roaring golden bell cover and tiger roaring iron cloth shirt." A Taoist priest shouted: "Master Yuantong's hard skills are truly the best in the world."

Xiao Ming's uncle, Xiao Aiguo with a national face, nodded. The strange people behind him were all the strange people he had tried his best recently. After inquiring from many sources, he invited some of the most famous masters. They were all more famous figures in the celebrity circle. I just hope that they could deal with Luo Hao.

Zhao Yao looked at the incomprehensible appearance in front of him, and looked surprised: "Well? Is this monk also an apostle? But he doesn't seem to have a cat smell." His eyes narrowed, like a pair of vertical pupils: "Interesting."

But when Master Luo saw Yuantong's performance, he yawned and said helplessly: "Yuantong, if you become a Chinese expert, you probably won't even pass the audition."

As he said that, he made a pistol move and said, "biu, take it away, next one."
Chapter completed!