Skilled in managing a house

Among the more than 20 people on the other side, no one was young, and the youngest one seemed to be almost forty years old.

The clothes of these people are very distinctive. Two of them are walking in the front. One can be more than sixty years old and the other can be fifty years old. The man in his sixties, wearing a silver robe, with a white beard spreading on his chest, looked energetic. The fifty-year-old man, wearing a golden robe, looked arrogant and ruthless.

Behind the two people, half were wearing purple robes and the other half were wearing white robes. The people in purple robes stand on the side of the man in gold robes, and the people in white robes stand behind the man in silver robes.

Zhang Yu didn't know these people, but they looked like they were no ordinary people. Of course, the lineup on his side is also not given for free.

"Who do I think dares to speak so wildly? It turns out to be Zhenjun Yishan and Zhenjun Xiaolin among the twelve horoscopes. With their names, they are qualified to say such things." The two met only once, and the five men in gold robes The young man was the first to speak.

"Now that you know my brother's name, why don't you retreat quickly and go back! Although your Lei family also has some abilities, they are still not enough in front of me!" Zhenjun Xiaolin said directly.

Zhang Yu didn't even know who the other party was, but the result was great. Zhenjun Xiaolin called the other party the Lei family on the spot. He thought that these people were most likely members of the Lei family, one of the four major families.

"I also want to go back, but there is no way to go back and can only move forward. If you want to take action, then Master Dai of Yaoyue Villa and I can only accompany you." The man in his fifties said calmly.

The old man in silver robe standing next to the man in his fifties said: "It's interesting. I really didn't expect that I can meet friends with twelve zodiac signs here... Normally, if we meet in a place like this, we will just retreat." , but this time, there is no way to retreat... If the two true monarchs are determined to take action, then there is nothing we can do..."

The old man's tone was similar to that of a man in his fifties. On the surface, he was giving face to the big-nosed old man and Zhenjun Xiao Lin, but he also made it clear that he was not afraid of the opponent if he really wanted to take action.

"It turns out to be Master Dai of Yaoyue Villa. He has also heard of his name for a long time. However, Yaoyue Villa rarely walks around the world, so I have never met any friends from Yaoyue Villa. It is fate that we can meet here. It just happens. Let’s learn from each other.” Zhenjun Xiaolin said arrogantly.

Even if the other party showed their font size, it seemed that it was not simple, and Zhenjun Xiaolin didn't take it seriously.

"Okay!" The man in his fifties said immediately: "It just so happens that my flame sword has not been used for a long time. It is an opportunity to meet a master like Zhenjun Xiao Lin!"

As soon as he said these words, a red-gold flame appeared behind him.

Flame knife!

As soon as Zhang Yu heard this name, he immediately remembered the conversation between Liang Daji and the big-nosed old man in the ramen restaurant. It is said that Lei Zhengyang, the head of the Lei family, used a flaming knife to break Liang Daji's three magical weapons. It is not difficult to see from this that this flame knife must be very powerful.

Seeing the aura of the man in golden robe at this moment, Zhang Yu could also imagine that the other person's cultivation was really advanced, and he was most likely the head of the Lei family, Lei Zhengyang.

The Great Protector once evaluated Lei Zhengyang's strength and thought that Lei Zhengyang's cultivation level was similar to his. However, this is only an evaluation based on Lei Zhengxiao's strength. The Great Protector has not fought against Lei Zhengyang. Therefore, the Great Protector does not actually know what Lei Zhengyang's strength is.

Now Zhang Yu could feel the hot breath emanating from the flames behind the golden-robed man, and he couldn't help but sweat and feel a little out of breath. This situation happened to Zhang Yu unconsciously when he met Mr. Zhen and Zhenjun Xiaolin. Lei Zhengyang's strength may not be what the Great Protector assessed. Of course, how strong it is will only be known after taking action.

"Unexpectedly, your flame sword has reached the realm of Samadhi True Fire. No wonder you dare to say such things to me!" After seeing the flames behind the golden-robed man, Zhenjun Xiaolin couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's also a coincidence. I just made a breakthrough here. Zhengchou has no place to try." Lei Zhengyang said with a smile.

Fire is divided into monarch fire, minister fire, and people fire. If they are combined into one, it will be the legendary true fire of Samadhi.

When I was promoting the seal in an exceptional manner, I was able to use blue talisman paper. The flame produced at that time was the minister's fire. Now he can use the purple talisman paper. If it is drawn into a fire talisman, it will be King Fire. On top of the king's fire, the three fires of the king and his subjects are integrated, which is the true fire of samadhi.

Based on the cultivation of Samadhi True Fire, Zhang Yu can generally conclude that if calculated according to the Taoist level, Lei Zhengyang must be at the peak of his strength as a lawyer, even if he is not a trainer. With this strength, if he comes to fight against True Lord Xiao Lin, it may not be easy to say who is stronger or weaker. Comparatively speaking, Zhang Yu was more optimistic about Zhenjun Xiaolin, but if they fought against each other, it would definitely be a fierce battle.

"Ka...ka...ka..."

It was at this juncture that such a sound suddenly sounded from the stone wall behind Zhenjun Xiao Lin and the others. Such a sound is almost the same as the sound made by Lei Zhengyang's stone wall before.

"Someone is coming again." Zhu Jiuzhen whispered.

Many disciples of True Lord Xiao Lin also subconsciously turned their heads and looked in the direction behind them.

The disciples could turn around to look, but Zhenjun Xiao Lin did not look. His eyes were only focused on Lei Zhengyang. He originally didn't take his opponent seriously, but now he seems to be taking a second look at his opponent.

Lei Zhengyang also did not dare to take action easily, because he knew that once he took action, it would be a life-and-death battle. Even if he comprehended the True Fire of Samadhi, he still had no confidence in defeating the long-famous Zhenjun Xiao Lin. Especially now, it seems like someone is coming again.

You know, he has gone through a lot of dangers to get here. How many people who came with him died, it can be regarded as a baptism, and the weaker ones all died on the way. It can be seen that the people who came down this time are not easy to mess with, so he needs to see first what they are doing. If they are decent people, or have friendships, they can simply join forces to kill Zhenjun Xiao Lin and others.

"Why the basement?" (Why the basement again.)

Both Zhenjun Xiao Lin and Lei Zhengyang were waiting for the identity of the person who came down, but what they didn't want to wait for was a foreign language.

Then, another foreign language sounded, "The place where there is treasure is always dangerous. It's almost there." (The place where there is treasure is always dangerous. It's almost there.)

Another sentence in a foreign language sounded, but this time the speaker's foreign language skills were a bit blunt, so he probably spoke it from a Chinese.

When Lei Zhengyang heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He originally thought that the people who came down might be from a well-known and upright sect, or from a certain family, so that they could join forces to deal with Zhenjun Xiao Lin. The result was great, it turned out that foreigners came.

Zhenjun Xiao Lin instantly realized that the foreigners coming down were most likely people with black gloves.