Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

0Yang Zifong was also angry. This bastard was doubting his ability in front of an outsider, and he insisted on proving it to him.     4

    

He didn't even care about the rules of fortune-telling. He didn't care about the heaven's punishment, he directly confessed the truth.    

    

However, he said it to prove himself.    

    

It was just that after he finished speaking.    

    

The car strangely quieted down.    

    

Zheng Tine,... ""    

    

Mo Nan's face twitched. He gritted his teeth and glared at Yang's head. He explained with a coy smile, "Mrs Zheng, my master is joking..."    

    

"Get down!"    

    

Zheng Tine said expressionlessly.    

    

"Mrs Zheng, don't be angry. I'll apologize for this bastard."    

    

"Get off."    

    

However, Zheng Tine still replied the same.    

    

Mo Nan had no choice but to drag Yang Zifong out of the car. However, the latter did not understand what had happened. "Hey, I'm telling the truth. Little girl, you really have to believe me!"    

    

"Ah!"    

    

Zheng Tine looked up to the sky and gave a long roar.    

    

She finally understood where Mo Nan had learned the ability to make people die from anger.    

    

However, this old man still spoke with a tone that was for her own good, so she could not get mad.    

    

Later, when Mo Nan took the old man's luggage back to the car and ignored the old man's words of advice by the window, Zheng Tine's face was livid.    

    

"See you in three days. Don't contact me recently."    

    

... "Alright." Mo Nan hesitated for a moment and nodded with a bitter smile.    

    

The car immediately drove away from him.    

    

It was only after the car left that he turned his head back and glared at it. He gritted his teeth and said,    

    

"I told you to talk nonsense. Are you okay now? I suddenly remembered that I only have three and five left. "I don't even have the money to take a taxi. How do you think we should go back? "    

    

Yang Zifong shook his head and said seriously,    

    

Mo Nan, this friend of yours is almost dead. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to show her my face. Sure enough, the result is the same."    

    

"You should really advise her..."    

    

"Don't come."    

    

Mo Nan's heart moved, but he still waved his hand nonchalantly. "Fine," he said. "Even if you are right, don't tell anyone about it."    

    

"And you still say that I don't stay up all night and be worldly, aren't you the same? To live so long for nothing..."    

    

"A monk doesn't lie."    

    

Yang Zifong put his palms together and refuted seriously.    

    

Looking at the old man wearing a Daoist robe, While saying Buddhist words, Mo Nan suddenly felt a little powerless to retort. He didn't even bother to say anything. He directly pushed his luggage and walked out of the airport.    

    

"Speaking of which, you are actually a Ancient Martial Warrior, and also a Martial Warrior Stage realm. Back then, I stayed in the training camp for so long, but I didn't know..."    

    

Yang Zifong was one of his teachers back in the training camp. When he found out that Yang Zifong was his helper, he was shocked as well.    

    

"It's not just me." Yang Zifong shook his head. "The training camp was founded by your father. It was a place for us old people to retire. Therefore, more than 80% of the old people on the mountain were Ancient Martial Warriors."    

    

"Hiss."    

    

Mo Nan sucked in a breath of cold air and smacked his lips.    

    

He secretly pondered in his heart. Back then, more than 80% of the elders on the mountain had been played by him. It was a miracle that he was still alive.    

    

However, he also understood the true function of the training camp.    

    

Letting these elders retire was the most important goal. Raising some outstanding young people was actually just because these elders had good intentions and could not bear to let those orphans suffer alone for the rest of their lives.    

    

"Then the elders on the mountain all have the strength like you?" Mo Nan asked again.    

    

Yang Zifong nodded and said humbly. "I am actually the weakest among them..."    

    

"Stop messing around. You're still considered weak. Don't tell me there are Grandmaster Stage warriors among the old men on the mountain?" Mo Nan curled his lips and said.    

    

"There really are."    

    

Unexpectedly, he just asked casually. Yang Zifong actually nodded and said, "Shi shi, Zhou shi, and Feng shi are all Grandmasters."    

    

Three Grandmasters?    

    

Mo Nan was stunned.    

    

Shi shi was the teacher of Shi Yiming, Shi Jun, and Zhou shi. He was the one who taught him character with Yang Zifong. Feng shi was the only one in the training camp who taught him combat techniques.    

    

These three people were actually Grandmasters?    

    

Mo Nan suddenly felt like he was floating in the air. He had such a powerful backer. What was there to be afraid of?    

    

What Blood God Hall? All of his thoughts were gone!    

    

However, Yang Zifong seemed to have seen through his thoughts. Without waiting for him to open his mouth, he shook his head and said,    

    

"Don't think about it. The three seniors will not go down the mountain easily."    

    

"They once made a great wish. They won't interfere with the matters of Ancient Martial Aristocratic Family easily in this lifetime. If they violate this oath, they will have to pay a huge price."    

    

"Even I have to return as soon as possible after helping you this time."    

    

Mo Nan turned his head and was stunned. He subconsciously turned his head back and said, He did not know if it was an illusion or not, but he vaguely felt a trace of fear in Yang Zifong's eyes.    

    

This made him feel shocked as well. He asked in a dumbfounded manner:    

    

"Don't tell me that you bunch of old men actually didn't choose to live in seclusion?"    

    

If that was really the case, then it would be too terrifying.    

    

This meant that the Ancient Martial Aristocratic Family 's waters were much deeper than he had imagined.    

    

"There's no need to guess. When you reach our realm, you will naturally know." Yang Zifong didn't answer, he only left a sentence.    

    

However, this allowed Mo Nan to confirm the judgment in his heart.    

    

He sucked in a few breaths of cold air. He calmed down immediately. He felt that he had to be more careful in the future than before.    

    

Yang Zifong, on the other hand, saw his worry. He smiled and shook his head. "You don't have to worry."    

    

"Not every warrior will be found by them. You are unlikely. "    

    

What do you mean? Could it be that those people came looking for him, and he still needed some qualifications?    

    

However, no matter what he asked, Yang Zifong did not say anything else.    

    

Mo Nan could only keep silent. However, he somewhat understood the other purpose of Yang Zifong's trip. He was afraid that all the old men on the mountain were secretly reminding him.    

    

In the future, don't be too flamboyant.    

    

This was a little difficult. Although he liked to keep a low profile, he could not do anything about it. He was like a God of Plagues. There were always people who liked to take the initiative to find trouble with him, so he had no choice!    

    

From the airport, he returned to Cuiming Villa.    

    

The two of them walked home for more than ten kilometers, but they were even faster than Zheng Tine's driving speed. If they were not afraid of attracting the attention of ordinary people, their speed would have been even faster.    

    

In just twenty minutes, Mo Nan and Yang Zifong stopped at the entrance of the house. Before they opened the door, they heard the sound of a group of birds chirping in the house.    

    

It sounded louder than usual.    

    

He turned around and saw Yang Zifong's darkened face as expected. He smiled and said,    

    

"Don't think too much about it. They aren't all my women. At most, there are two of them. At most three..."    

    

He had yet to finish his sentence.    

    

Yang Zifong kicked him out and cursed, "You bastard!"