"The Zhao family has survived for a hundred years, and they still have some foundations. A young man, did you scare you like this?"

Zhao Hongzheng lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Patriarch Zhao?" Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows.

"You can call me Zhao Wuye, my nickname when I was young. As for the taboo, you don't need to know." The old man looked at Zhang Yuanqing calmly, and said:

"I am not the Patriarch of the Zhao family, you Yuanshi Tianzun, you are not qualified to let my elder brother come forward in person."

"Fifth Uncle!" Zhao Feichen was overjoyed, glaring at Zhang Yuanqing viciously:

"Fifth Uncle wants to make the decision for me. This kid refines weapons at my aunt's place, and wraps up flint by himself. I can't blame anyone. I just picked up a leak. Business depends on one's own ability, but he held a grudge and broke my legs. I don't accept it." !

"Fifth Uncle, you also broke his leg, and then give me the props back."

Zhang Yuan said calmly:

"Then Zhao Wuye, how do you treat it?"

Although his tone was cold, he was secretly wary, every muscle in his body was tensing and exerting strength, and his adrenaline was soaring.

He couldn't sense the old man's breath.

It's a juggernaut.

"My grandson has already said, break your legs and hand over the props." The old man said with a smile:

"The official face still has to be given. If you take out the props yourself, the matter will be considered exposed."

"If I don't want to!" Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows.

"What does it have to do with you if I take your props?" The old man lightly lifted his old cloth shoes and stepped forward.

In an instant, a circle of gossip expanded from under his feet, encompassing the entire Wanbao House.

At this moment, Lian Sanyue chuckled lightly and said:

"Fifth Uncle, didn't you do some calculations before you came here?"

The old man frowned slightly, retracted his fallen foot, and the formation immediately dissipated.

He pondered for a moment, then took out three copper plates from his sleeve, closed his palms, shook them lightly, and then spread them out.

Seeing the hexagrams displayed on the three copper plates, his expression changed slightly.

Hexagram image: fierce!

The old man took a deep look at Yuanshi Tianzun, said nothing, turned around and said:

"Let's go!"

Zhao Hongzheng breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhao Feichen's face changed drastically, and he cried unwillingly:

"Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle"

Zhang Yuanqing sneered, stepped forward and kicked Zhao Feichen in the face.

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