The Overlord Who Wears Books Loves Poisonous Wife (Part 2)

Chapter 342: Parting on bad terms

Chapter 342: Parting on bad terms

　　Just when Murong Jin stood firm, the mask on his face was like glass. With a bang, it broke into several pieces and fell to the ground. Murong Jin knew that if the mask hadn't blocked the opponent's hammer attack, he would have been injured at this moment.

　　In fact, Murong Jin and Zhuo Yang were evenly matched. Murong Jin did not lose in swordsmanship, but in magic weapons. The sword Murong Jin used was an ordinary sword, but the pair of golden pumpkin hammers in Zhuo Yang's hands were not ordinary magic weapons.

　　"Your magic weapon is indeed good. But your martial arts skills are just that." As he said that, Murong Jin showed off his Heaven-Lifting Sword.

　　"you……"

　　Looking at him standing thirty meters away, he was dressed in white and had black hair flying. Murong Jin has an exquisite face. Zhuo Yang couldn't help but widen his eyes. Is there such a beauty in this world?

　　Murong Jin is the kind of ice beauty who is unparalleled in elegance, with a delicate face and three-dimensional facial features, giving people a feeling of being unattainable. Especially when he has a cold face, the ice beauty's ascetic style is even more displayed. Incisively and vividly.

　　"Hey!" Murong Jin jumped up and rushed towards Zhuoyang again.

　　"Are you still coming?" Zhuo Yang hurriedly stopped him as he raised a pair of pumpkin hammers in his hands. The two people once again fought against everything, but this time, Zhuo Yang was obviously a little distracted.

　　"Stop fighting." He scolded. A black-robed soul pet master separated the two of them. Standing next to Zhuo Yang.

　　Seeing the person coming, Zhuo Yang lowered his head and saluted. "Father."

　　Hearing Zhuo Yang's address to the visitor, Murong Jin frowned. Is he actually the other party's father? Judging from the appearance of this man in black, he should be an eighth-level soul pet master and an elder in the sect!

　　"Xiaojin, how are you?"

　　Hearing this, Murong Jin raised his head and saw Shen Yao flying over. It fell next to him.

　　"Greetings to father." Murong Jin bowed his head and saluted hurriedly.

　　Hearing Murong Jin's words, Zhuo Yang couldn't help but widen his eyes. I thought: Why does the other party want to call my uncle his father?

　　After looking at Murong Jin's messy hair, damaged clothes in several places, and broken mask, Shen Yao looked at the man in black robe with an unkind expression. "Tianshu, how do you discipline your children? See how our Xiaojin was beaten?"

　　Facing his brother-in-law who raised an army to accuse him, Zhuo Tianshu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "Two children are competing!"

　　"It's not a competition. Zhuoyang teased Xiaobai and injured Chenxing first. It was because he bullied others too much that I took action." As he said that, Murong Jin took out another mask and put it on his face.

　　After hearing Murong Jin's words, Zhuo Tianshu's expression changed. A disciple sent him a message before, saying that Zhuoyang and Chenxing were fighting and asking him to come quickly. That's why he came. At this moment, it seems that Zhuoyang and Chenxing have finished fighting!

　　"Ah, this..."

　　"Father, look at how that bastard beat me." Shen Chenxing came over and complained immediately.

　　Turning his head, Shen Yao looked at his son who had been beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and his expression became even more ugly. Turning his eyes, Shen Yao looked at Zhuo Yang. "Zhuoyang, you have been out practicing for thirty years, and you have become more capable! You will beat your cousin when you return to the sect, huh?"