"At that time, I almost reacted instinctively. If it weren't for the Taijiquan taught by the master, I would have died under the swords of those two people."

Thinking of this, he still had a trace of fear in his heart. After all, in the previous days, he had been protected by his sister. He was weak and ill in bed all year round. Things like that night were something he couldn't imagine before.

But after that night, a strong idea formed in my heart.

He wants to practice too!Even if he can't compare with his sister, he still has to practice!In this way, he does not need to be protected, and if something really happens, he can also protect them.

After listening to his words, Leng Shuang couldn't help looking at her master, feeling a little weird in her heart.

Can the master's punch actually meet the enemy?

She has always thought that her master was practicing activities, but she did not expect that this time, Tai Chi actually saved A Hua.

After listening to his words, she nodded and confessed: "You take care of your injuries, and you don't have to think about other things." Turning around and walking out.

Leng Shuang followed, and when she saw her standing in the courtyard, she asked, "Master, what are we going to do next?"

"I'll go back, you can take care of it here."

"The master wants to save the young master alone?"

She was a little stunned, and then said anxiously: "The strength of those people is no match for the young master. Isn't the master gone..."

Self-investment?She didn't say these words.In her opinion, even if the master's Taijiquan practiced very well, she would definitely not be the opponent of the master of a clan, not to mention that she had only one person, but the other party was a whole family.

Not to mention the disparity in strength, but the number of people is too far apart, how can she let her die?

"Those are not what you should be worried about, just do what I have explained."

She turned around and went back to the room, changed into men's clothing, and put on a golden mask of mandala flowers. The breath of the whole person seemed to change accordingly.

It was a fierce and lazy aura, as dangerous and mysterious as the King of Dark Night. The aura that had been confined and hidden in her body was also released at this moment, and it was so hard to ignore.

She left the hospital and swept out of the forest. The surging of profound energy and the strange changes in her pace made her come and go like a ghost...

Xujia Dungeon

"Shoo! Pop!"

"Ok!"

The sound of the whip swinging brought out the sound of sizzling air currents, and the whipping was accompanied by a muffled grunt, mixed with a thick bloody smell that filled this dark and damp dungeon.

On the cross-pile, Guan Xilin, who was covered in wounds, was tied up, and there were lash marks on his body. The blood and sweat slid down, soaking the tattered blood coat.

Since he was caught back, such whipping hasn’t stopped. He is exhausted and can’t even shout. The whole body doesn’t seem to belong to him. He is so painful that he can’t even lift his head. The whip was not soft, cursing and smoking the whip.

"Let you kill my son!"

"Let you kill my second brother!"

"Let you kill my two elders!"

"Let you be the enemy of my Xu family!"

The guard on the side saw that Guan Xilin was dying and hung his head and fainted. He couldn't help but said cautiously: "Patriarch, people have passed out."

"Bring the hot red iron here! Brand him up!"