The Strongest Matrilocal Son-in-law

How was this possible?    

As he was about to turn around, Eldest Master's elegant figure suddenly landed beside him. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "It's too slow!"    

His lungs felt like they were about to explode as he sent another palm strike towards First Mister.    

With a slap of his palm, First Mister's figure completely disappeared into thin air like a ghost.    

Before Ku Xuan could recover his wits, the First Mister had already landed on his other side. He remained calm and composed as he said, "You're still too slow. Is that all you've got?"    

"You're courting death!"    

Withering Xuan was completely enraged. He quickly struck out with his palm, and the palm strike continued to strike.    

However, with each swing of his palm, the Eldest Young Master's figure was even faster than lightning. Furthermore, he was like a wisp of cool breeze.    

No matter how much effort the Withered Profound Envoy put in, his First Mister's clothes would not even be touched in the slightest.    

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's eyes opened wide. It could be said that he had never seen a Cultivation Level that could reach such a level of expert.    

Someone who could possess such a realm was at least at the Life and Death Profound Realm, right?    

Hiss ~    

This was strange.    

He never thought that the Cultivation Level would be able to enter the Profound Life and Death Realm while staying in the ancient tomb of South Yue in Yang City.    

Before, Master Taoist Qingming had said something. In this world, there might be Immortal Cultivator.    

Perhaps, from the looks of it, they were no different from ordinary people. However, they possessed an extraordinary power.    

Then, he would cultivate Immortal energy.    

Then, this First Mister is an absolute expert in this world?    

With the withered profound Cultivation Level, against Big Master, he basically did not have much of an advantage.    

In other words, he was completely at a disadvantage.    

Previously, Lin Xuan had used the elemental energy in his dantian to channel his Cultivation Level, directly pushing his cultivation level up and unleashing the power of the Manifestation stage to defeat the withered Xuan.    

In other words, the withered profound Cultivation Level was above the Yuandan Stage and below the Creation stage.    

In terms of strength, as long as there was a certain gap, there would be a gap.    

And even with Lin Xuan's small Yuandan Stage, there was a difference of two levels between the three stages of Creation and the perfected Yuandan Stage.    

In that case, he would naturally be at a disadvantage if he fought against the Withering Profound with his strength.    

First Mister's Cultivation Level was at least in the Life and Death Profound Realm. Above the Creation stage, there was also the Nirvana stage, which was two levels away. With his strength, it was easy for him to deal with the Withering Profound Realm.    

Qin Shishi rushed forward to help Xiao Chuchu up and said with concern, "Chuchu, you... Are you alright? "    

She helped Xiao Chuchu up as she straightened her clothes.    

Feeling wronged, Xiao Chuchu threw herself into Qin Shishi's embrace and sobbed.    

Qin Shishi had no choice but to lift her up and hold her in her arms, patting her lightly on the shoulder. "Don't be afraid, everything's fine. Everything's over."    

As for Ku Xuan, he was frantic with anxiety. With a wave of his palm and palm, a booming sound could be heard as it continuously struck at First Mister.    

First Mister easily dodged them all.    

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, with this little ability of yours?" You still want to come out and embarrass yourself? "    

The First Mister continued to anger Li Xuan.    

"Old bastard, I'll kill you!"    

The dead Xuan Qi was on the verge of vomiting blood. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would encounter such an expert.    

Initially, he had secretly followed Lin Xuan and came to Yang City from the Shen City, planning to kill him here in the ancient tomb in South Yue. On one hand, he wanted to snatch the Hundred Herbs Painting's fragment, and on the other hand, he wanted to take the opportunity to threaten Lin Xuan and get Qin Shishi.    

If he killed Lin Xuan and returned to Shen City, he could threaten Luo Ping and fulfill his promise, letting him marry Qin Shishi and marry her into a son-in-law.    

But now, all of these beautiful dreams were about to vanish into thin air.    

Because he couldn't beat the First Mister at all.    

Not to mention winning the first mister, he was even on the verge of exerting all his strength. However, the corners of the first mister's clothes were not even touched.    

This kind of battle, the longer it went on, the more disadvantageous it became for Withered Profound.    

It's fine that he can't beat Mr. Big, but also, he doesn't have the chance to attack Lin Xuan at all. It's impossible for him to kill Lin Xuan.    

He was angry and anxious, and his attacks were even more vicious and vicious.    

Each blow was as fast as the last.    

However, in front of the First Mister, he was just like a child.    

This stand-off, more precisely, was like an ant, clamoring in front of an elephant, swaggering, holding out his hand, insisting on pulling the hand from the elephant.    

The elephant, on the other hand, could turn this ant into ashes with a wave of its hand.    

It seemed like First Mister no longer wanted to play with the Withered Profound.    

All of a sudden, he threw a fierce punch out.    

"Ah!    

Accompanied by a burst of bloodcurdling screams, it was as if a pig was being butchered.    

The withered Xuan's body flew up three feet into the air and collided with the tomb's stone wall like an arrow leaving the bowstring.    

"Crack!"    

The stone wall of the tomb directly shattered, revealing a huge crack.    

"Plop!"    

Ku Xuan's body dropped to the ground and he knelt on both knees. With a face full of despair and dead silence, he stared dumbly at First Mister.    

First Mister moved swiftly and stood in front of Ku Xuan. He raised his foot and stepped heavily on Ku Xuan's shoulder blades.    

"Crack!"    

"Ah!    

The withered bones of the old man's arms and legs instantly made it as though someone was trying to pull away from his body, causing kacha kacha kacha sounds of pain.    

First Mister stomped his body on the ground and said, "Withering Xuan, how does it feel to be a scum of the buddhist faith?"    

Ku Xuan crawled on the ground. His shoulder blade was already shattered, and he was in so much pain that he almost fainted.    

He tried his best to show some signs of not being able to breathe. "You …" Who exactly are you? "    

"Hehe, there's no harm in telling you. I'm the one guarding the tomb in the Southern Mountains. You're acting so wildly in my territory. Don't you know who I am?"    

The withered Xuan's mournful expression was not small, "Guard... The grave keeper? "    

He really couldn't accept it. How could he lose to a tomb watcher like him?    

This was too unbelievable.    

Of course, he was also astonished. This tomb keeper must have some background. Otherwise, why would his martial arts attainment be so high?    

The First Mister turned to look at the stunned Lin Xuan and smiled, "Lin Xuan, this scum has already been subdued. How do you want to deal with him?"    

Lin Xuan walked over and bowed to the First Mister, "Mister, the height of your Cultivation Level, today has broadened my horizons. Before this, I was blind, if there were any offenses, please forgive me."    

"Hahaha, Lin Xuan, what happened to you? Why are you being courteous to me? "    

The First Mister laughed out loud in puzzlement, "It's great to have friends from afar, I'm sure I'll be friends with you."    

"Thank you, sir, for your appreciation. It's my fortune."    

Lin Xuan was flattered. He was full of doubts about this mister who guarded the tomb.    

Unless he truly reached the realm of transcendence, how could he be willing to be a tomb watcher at his level of cultivation? Could it be that there was another story behind this?