Thunder Martial

The words of the house martial arts are plain, but like thunder, they blow up all around.

With the recognition of ancestral blood, this is remarkable, and they know very well how powerful ancestral blood is.

Back then, the story of the ancestors of the houses is still passed down from generation to generation.

Once the power of bloodline is inspired, it is truly invincible!

No wonder the previous house was so powerful and swept across all equivalents.

The second important news is the house soul refining technique, the house relies on the world of bamboo sea to start, refining the magic robe to become famous rise, except that all households know that the house refining technique is incomplete, or missing the most core part.

That is the technique of soul refinement.

Over the years, they have entered the world of the Bamboo Sea again and again without success.

But Martial Arts succeeded.

This represents an infinitely brilliant future.

Fangwu Refining looked at his ancestors, and there was no one else in his eyes, because he knew exactly who was in charge at the important moment.

“Awakened the bloodline, brought back the art of soul refinement, and, as previously said, you are entitled to be the heir. ”

“From today on, you will be the heir to the house, the future owner of the house," said Ancestor. ”

Everyone heard the noise, it was a total renunciation of martial arts?

Is it true that the other party is dead and can't come back?

A lot of people watched the house martial arts, and the expression got complicated, and the change was really quick.

Who knows that right now, Wu Wu once again opens his mouth, “No, the future owner is too far away, I want to be the current owner. Contemporary homeowners are long gone and trying to take their homes to another height is impossible. ”

Wu Ling pointed at himself with his finger and said loudly: “Only I can take the house to another height! ”

This looks arrogant, but why not?

After all, he awakens his veins and carries the soul refining method.

“Animals, indulge! ”

The owner of the house shouted angrily at the house: “Are you trying to rebel? ”

Fang Wu Ming ignored each other, he just stared at his ancestors.

It's up to the other party, and they can awaken the bloodline, believing that the ancestors know what's going on.

It is impossible for them to return with the best hope of martial arts.

Ancestor looks at the house and says, "Are you kidding me? ”

"What do you think? ”

Others are also staring at their ancestors and want to see what they really mean.

Who knows, Ancestor didn't even hesitate to nod directly: “Well, from now on, you are the head of the contemporary house. ”

Fangwu smelled a smile and then swept his eyes at everyone. Over his eyes, everyone lowered their heads and dared not look at them.

This is all the more true of the arrogant third uncle.

As for the father who lost his identity as the head of the family, it was like losing his soul at this moment, and most of his energy had collapsed.

One morning lost ground.

“You don't mean anything? ”

Martial arts is obviously not satisfied with everyone's performance and eyes are narrowed.

“Meet the master! ”

Everyone around us greeted each other and their voices were bright.

“You guys are fun. ”

Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction and waved: “Get out of my way, all of you! Get out of my way! ”

After that, the house martial arts looked back at the purple.

Of course, Zixuan knew what they meant, nodded toward the room martial arts, and there was no other communication, and Zixuan suggested that everyone should go.

Homes at the moment, although they have become homeowners, this is not a safe place, and even the next home may have to engage in a massive civil battle.

Others have cleared the way.

“Who let you go? ”

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, or the third uncle of Wu Wu, blocked the path of purple.

“How dare you stand in the way of my friend? ”

Fangwu refined coldly said that there really was a killing machine in his eyes.

“They're leaving, we won't stop them, but they took our house stuff and had to stay before they left.” The middle-aged man bluntly said that, for some reason, he was suddenly not afraid to start his house again.

He stared at Purple and said, "Leave everything on you and leave, or you'll die here! ”

Fangwu refined his anger: “Outrageous, I am the head of the family, he is my friend, I gave them the things, let them go! ”

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, it's not up to the owner alone in this matter. ”

Fang Wu Ming's face turned cold, "I am the head of the family, don't I have this right? ”

He looked up at his ancestors and saw them flashing and vanishing from sight.

Obviously, it is not intended to interfere in this matter.

“Naturally, the power of the head of the household is not insignificant, but the head of the household must not forget that there are elders in our family. If the head of the household disregards the interests of the family, the elders have the power to intervene in the matter. ”

With each other's words falling, only one elder appeared. These were elders with power in their households, one generation higher than the father of Martial Arts, and they belonged to their grandparents.

One of the old men said, "Homeowners, they have the edge of my house, and it's against the rules. If you don't care, then my husband is in charge of discipline. ”

In the eyes of Wushu Fang, there is a slaughter intent, “old man, dare you stop me? ”

“Every family has its own rules. Don't think you can do what you want when you're the head of the family. Next to him, another elder said:" We old men have the right to vote for the head of the house. What if the old ancestors made you the boss? If all our elders disagree, you don't deserve to be the head of this household. ”

Previously, Jingqi had destroyed most of the houses to refine his father, and hope seemed to reignite.

What else to say about martial arts practice is stopped by purple, each family has its own rules, martial arts practice is behaving as it wants, because of its own value, but if it is too much, it will inevitably be sanctioned.

Purple took a step forward and said, “You say I took your things, don't you know what I took? ”

The former middle-aged man laughed, “You've got our magic robe, you've got to hand it over, and the resources you get from the world of the Bamboo Sea, you've got to let go. ”

"Before going in, you made it clear," said Purple. "After going in, life and death depend on you. The chances are random. There were so many people who went in, but only a few of us came out alive. So why should we stay? ”

“You young man," said the third uncle of Fangwu Refining. “You look clever. I didn't expect you to be a fool. I wanted to see that you are a friend of the head of the family, keep a few faces for you. Since you don't know how good it is, I will be honest with you, because of the number of us and the strength! ”

"In that case, we will let go of what belongs to us, and when we get out, we will make sure that your stories are well publicized, that we will see who you are in your house, and that the rest of your family will see your evil intentions. ”

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, an obliterator appeared, "Now that I've said all this, I don't need you to leave alive. ”

Purple snorted, “Why don't you just say that? Why are you going around so many bends? ”

The voice fell and the purple figure disappeared.

The middle-aged man flew backwards after only one roar. His whole body was broken to pieces and his life had dissipated before waiting to land.