Quick Wear: The little ancestor is here to explore the world again

The two of them flew directly to Mr. Zhang's mansion on their swords and hovered in the air.

It was the hour of Chen, the busiest time of the whole town, and the streets were full of people.

Everyone watched from afar as the two immortals flew over Mr. Zhang's house and gathered around curiously.

They all knew that there were immortals practicing in this world, but they were rarely seen.

The last time was more than ten years ago, when the immortal came to select disciples.

That time, a total of three potential immortal cultivators were selected from their town.

One became waste, and the other never came back.

Another one is the second son of the mayor, but they didn’t seem to have seen him fly either.

Now that I can see it from such a close distance, I must take a good look at it.

Qingli knew that Lu Huaijun's anger had reached its peak, so she only told him to spare his life and left it to him to do what he wanted.

Lu Huaijun responded and raised his hand to take out the long sword.

"Boom——" With a loud bang, a sword overturned the entire house of Mr. Zhang.

It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The gusts of air swept wildly around the main courtyard, sweeping up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground.

A huge air wave formed.

The surrounding townspeople who were eating melons were sprayed all over their heads and faces, and they kept coughing and choking.

The roof collapsed instantly under the sword energy, and the surrounding walls also collapsed.

The townspeople retreated back in fear.

All the doors and windows in the yard were shattered by the sword energy, wood chips and rubble flew everywhere, but the overall frame of the house did not move at all.

He swung his sword without hurting anyone, and controlled the sending and receiving of sword energy with precision.

Mr. Zhang was having breakfast with his family. Everyone was frightened by the sudden change. Screams and sounds of fleeing were mixed together, and the whole place was in chaos.

Lu Huaijun and Qingli landed slowly on the ground, with the tips of their swords slightly lowered, their eyes as sharp as torches, and a faint sword aura surrounding them.

After Mr. Zhang and his family ran out, they were shocked by the powerful pressure from the person in front of them and knelt down on the spot.

Mr. Zhang knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "Master, Master, please spare my life.

I don't know what I did wrong to make the Immortal so angry. Do you think there is some misunderstanding?"

"Our Zhang family has always been honest and has never harmed anyone!"

He was crying and sobbing, looking so pitiful.

His wives, concubines and children behind him also knelt down one by one.

Dozens of people in the yard soon knelt on the ground.

Although the townspeople outside the courtyard were all covered in dust and dirt, they were unwilling to leave easily because they saw there was no danger.

Everyone stretched their necks to look inside.

Lu Huaijun sneered, "Never hurt anyone? What a joke."

"Zhang Fusheng, raise your head."

Mr. Zhang raised his head tremblingly. The immortal in front of him had an extraordinary appearance and an immortal aura around him.

He didn't even need to think about it, he definitely wouldn't offend such a person.

"Master, have you recognized the wrong person? I have never seen you before."

Lu Huaijun waved his sleeves, and a thin stream of spiritual energy suddenly lashed towards him like a whip.

Mr. Zhang was thrown to the ground in an instant.

He just felt the blood surging in his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", curled up his body, his eyes full of horror.

Lu Huaijun's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were icy cold.

He let out a low and short laugh, which contained endless sarcasm, "Never seen it?

Ha ha……

Could it be that you have forgotten what the original name of the place where you live now was?

Is this...really your home?"

Mr. Zhang's body suddenly froze, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and the blood color on his face slowly disappeared until he turned pale.

Looking at the extraordinary temperament of the person in front of him, he suddenly remembered that the Lu family had a son who was rumored to have been abandoned and was practicing in the sect.

Combined with what he just said, the identity of the person in front of him was obvious.

It seems that there should be no one else except the son of the Lu family.

But didn't the second young master say that he had become a cripple? How could he suddenly appear here?

If he knew that Lu Huaijun was still fine, he would never dare to touch his family even if he was beaten to death. It's not like he was tired of living.

Zhang Fusheng tried to argue in a panic, but his voice trembled slightly and he was very panicked.

"No... No, I... I..."

I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find a reasonable answer for myself.

He did such harm to other people's family, and he is still occupying their house.

No matter how much he claimed to be innocent, it seemed that he had no reason to stand up.

Looking at Lu Huaijun's cold eyes, his face gradually turned ashen.

The townspeople who were eating melons in a circle outside now understood the whole story, and everyone guessed Lu Huaijun's identity.

It was really satisfying to see Mr. Zhang being severely punished.

There is no one in this town who is not afraid of him.

Any family with a daughter who is even slightly pretty would not dare let her out, for fear that she would be targeted by this old pervert.

He usually relies on his wealthy family to collude with the mayor, and no one in the town can control them.

Now everyone is happy to see that he has finally gotten into trouble.

But looking at the ruined house in front of him, he couldn't help but feel wary of Lu Huaijun.

The power of the immortals is so great that they can easily crush mortals like them to death with just a flick of their fingers.

I secretly warned myself: I must never offend the Lu family in the future.

Seeing that he could not make up a reason, Lu Huaijun gently raised his right hand and said, "Today is the day for you to pay for your sins!" His voice was low and cold, like the chilly wind in winter, which made Zhang Fusheng shudder.

His wives, concubines and children all huddled together behind him, not knowing whether they would be held accountable.

As he finished speaking, spiritual power surged in Lu Huaijun's body and spiritual energy surged on the sword.

With a turn of his wrist, the long sword drew a gorgeous sword mark in the air, and then turned into countless sharp sword auras, shooting towards Zhang Fusheng as densely as raindrops.

Every sword energy contained anger and cut through the air with precision.

Zhang Fusheng was hit by the sword energy and immediately let out a series of screams.

The gorgeous clothes on his body were torn apart, and blood splattered everywhere in an instant.

Especially the face, which became bloody under the ravages of the sword energy.

The skin was torn, the flesh was flying, and the whole face was horrible.

Lu Huaijun stood aside, watching the scene happen coldly, without any fluctuation in his heart.

If he hadn't come back, his sister would have remained in that miserable and horrible state until her death.

And his parents won't be well either.

Qingli looked at the group of girls behind Zhang Fusheng. Although they were not very old, their youthful faces were full of vicissitudes of life.

I was instantly furious. She was at such a young age, yet she had to endure pain that she shouldn't have to endure.

The look in his eyes as he stared at Zhang Fusheng was full of anger.

It's all this old beast's fault.

He swung his arm violently, and a stream of spiritual energy rushed straight to his lower body.

Only a loud "bang" was heard, and somewhere was directly exploded by the spiritual energy.

Blood mixed with unknown liquid splattered everywhere.

Directly eliminate the root of his evil.

Zhang Fusheng instantly let out an even more shrill scream, the sound was so miserable and piercing that it resounded through the sky.

The men around him all felt their bodies tighten and they covered certain parts of their bodies unconsciously.

Lu Huaijun froze, his scalp felt a little numb, and he felt a little cold down there.

Qingli looked at him a little strangely, with concern in her eyes, "What's wrong?"