Chapter 137

"I'm going to visit my third uncle."

Ziqianmo turns her head and looks at Moyan.

Mo Yan said: "I also have a very important thing. If I want to go out, I won't go with Miss seven."

If you miss the great opportunity to impeach Ziping, there will be no more.

He needs to go back to the headquarters of Tianyan chamber of Commerce and order him to do it.

Sooner rather than later.

"Good."

Ziqianmo has no objection.

She didn't know why she had to report her itinerary to him, but she subconsciously did so.

Maybe when I was in the secret place of burning Xi, I had been living with him day and night for a month, and I trusted him very much, and I was used to him.

Leiben and leifang were overjoyed when they heard ziqianmo saying they were going to visit zisan.

"Miss seven, the third master has been waiting for you to go out for a long time."

"That is, the third master will talk about you every day."

The two brothers eagerly led the way ahead.

In a short time, he arrived at zimucheng's residence, Tiancheng Pavilion.

As soon as I enter the yard, I feel a wave of spiritual power.

Ziqianmo raised his eyes and saw the third uncle zimucheng boxing in the yard. Zimucheng was completely well, with nimble legs and eyes. His boxing style was full of vigour, and he was waving like a tiger.

One punch from the air, impressively has the congenital strength!

There was a bang.

Ten meters away a rock, from the center split into several pieces, dust flying, momentum is quite extraordinary.

Ziqianmo recognized at a glance that zimucheng's fight was the "Ziying Quan" handed down from generation to generation by the Zijia family. It's not the best skill, but it's one of the compulsory skills for Zishi's children. It's also quite powerful to practice to the extreme.

"Good fist."

Ziqianmo exclaimed.

This praise is sincere. I thought, no wonder Ziping had to deal with the third uncle at the beginning, and even destroyed the third uncle's future by abusive means. Among other things, with this set of "Purple shadow boxing", the third uncle realized the artistic conception of breaking boxing.

Artistic conception can only be understood by real genius.

Zimucheng's fists gave people a feeling that the river flowed eastward and was as vast as smoke.

"Qian Mo, here you are." At the same time, zimucheng finished a set. He heard the voice and saw his niece. A smile of joy appeared on her pretty and elegant face. Ruyu's eyes were full of love for her. "I haven't seen you in January, but I miss you so much."

My heart is warm in purple fields.

That's what it's like to be missed by your family.

The third uncle always reminds her of her friends in Kunlun demon mountain.

"Let me feel the pulse for uncle San."

She's not good at words, and she can't say anything that expresses her feelings at all. She is a doer.

"Good." After wiping a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, Zi Mu Cheng went into the main hall, sat opposite to Zi Qian Mo, stretched out his right wrist and handed it to her, "I feel very well, and my cultivation has recovered to 60% of its heyday. It's just that occasionally my eyes will blur

Ziqianmo side pulse, side asked: "fuzzy frequency can be frequent?"

"Not very often." Zimucheng replied, "about once every two days. It's still within the scope of tolerance." It's a million times better than being blind like that.

He is not a greedy man.

He was content to see the light again.

"There's no need to put up with it."

"What?" Zimucheng couldn't understand the meaning of her niece for a moment.