Han Jiulin was too lazy to answer Liu Fengsheng's question, and slowly shook his head and said: "I don't want to kill too many people today, but now I just want to carry Liu Xueyuan's head to visit my elder brother's grave.
If you don't want to die, get out.
Otherwise, I don’t mind, I will let your Liu family be completely destroyed today!”
After that, Han Jiulin took the table tennis and walked towards Liu Xueyuan again.
Jin Xiangyu's eyes showed sadness and she couldn't stop crying.
Liu Fengsheng's face was as dark as water. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand, "Everyone, go! Take Madam with you!"
After saying that, a tear escaped from the corner of his eye, he suddenly turned around and left without looking back.
Jin Xiangyu's face was full of disbelief, and she shouted angrily at Liu Fengsheng's back: "Old Liu! Old Liu! Are you going to watch Xueyuan being killed!"
You're doing it for your illegitimate son, right? You beast!"
Liu Xueyuan also looked at Liu Fengsheng's back with disbelief as he quickly left.
That back figure was much more rickety than the one I saw on the second floor.
But also, a lot more indifferent and ruthless!
She had always been regarded as the apple of her parents' eye, but at the last moment, she was actually abandoned by her own father.
Bang!
Just when Liu Xueyuan was disheartened, Han Jiulin opened Liu Xueyuan's mouth with one hand and slapped the billiard ball in with the other hand!
Blood spattered and Liu Xueyuan's mouth full of white teeth was destroyed in an instant.
And the billiard ball the size of a baby's fist did not stay in Liu Xueyuan's mouth for long.
He was slapped directly by Han Jiulin. He couldn't resist and swallowed it!
"Ho ho! Ho ho!" Liu Xueyuan made a scalp-numbing sound!
The whole person's hair was disheveled, his mouth was full of blood, his nose was full of tears, and he became ugly.
Jin Xiangyu's eyes widened and she fainted.
Liu Fengsheng, on the other hand, walked up to the stairs, swayed a few times, then held on to the stairs as if he was exhausted, and continued walking down without daring to look back.
Only a few people with beards were left, and they picked up Jin Xiangyu's body in fear and fled with them in pee.
Han Jiulin looked indifferent and picked up the second billiard ball again!
At this time, Xiang Zhongda finally understood how Han Jiulin made Liu Xueyuan swallow the billiard ball.
Violent! Direct!
His legs were a little weak, so he took a few steps back and leaned on the expensive piano.
Danglanglang!
The thick piano sound suddenly sounded!
It’s like mourning, hitting people’s hearts!
It's creepy!
puff!
Han Jiulin had no expression on his face, clapped his hand, and pushed the second billiard ball into Liu Xueyuan's mouth again!
"Woooooooo..."
Liu Xueyuan let out a wail.
The fear in her heart has made Liu Xueyuan unable to feel the pain in her mouth and the heavy sinking feeling in her stomach.
Her face was filled with tears, and her eyes staring at Han Jiulin were full of regret and prayer.
Han Jiulin picked up the third billiard ball unmoved and said coldly: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end.
The day you forced my eldest brother to death, you should have understood that one day, you will end up like this."
…
To the northwest of Linyi City, eight hundred miles away, there is a well-known mountain named Qingyun Mountain.
Qingyun Mountain has green peaks, steep rocks, and gurgling streams and springs winding through the mountains. It has always been a good place for people from the surrounding areas to go out in the countryside, for picnics, and for outings.
However, Qingyun Mountain is too big, and only less than 40% of the area for tourists to enjoy is occupied. There are also steep back mountains that have not yet been excavated, and no one has penetrated into it all year round.
Few people know that on the most steep peak of Qingyun Mountain, there is a large-scale ancient martial arts sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, the Lingxiao Sect.
The mountain peak is placed in the clouds. Among the vast white clouds, on the bluestone-paved martial arts field of Lingxiao Sect, there are several disciples in their teens, practicing sword practice neatly.
These disciples, both male and female, are all dressed in the same style. They all wear cyan disciple robes and have their hair tied in buns. They all look like they have faces as white as jade, their eyes are black and white, and they have a majestic and vigorous aura.
And right in front of these disciples, on the stone railing of the steps, sat a man who was about twenty-four or five years old and wearing a white brocade robe.
This man had an extraordinary appearance with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. As he looked around, a sharp intention flashed across his face, just like a sharp sword unsheathed, giving him an invisible aura of soaring into the sky.
The most important thing is that this man's whole body exudes an aura of indomitable and invincible.
It's like, from the day he was born, there has always been no one comparable to him among his peers.
Because of many years of being invincible to people of the same age, invincible to people of the same age, and invincible to people in the same situation, this invincible spirit was slowly brewed and cultivated.
With one leg raised, he sat on the stone railing slightly casually, staring at the junior disciples practicing sword practice below. From time to time, he would speak and give instructions in a clear, medium and strong voice.
During the sword practice, all the junior brothers and sisters, without exception, would secretly glance at the man from time to time, their eyes full of admiration and admiration.
While practicing his sword, a disciple whispered to his companion next to him in a very low voice.
"The time when Senior Brother became invincible below the level of Jin is no longer a day or two. It is said that his cultivation is about to break through Yu Jin.
At this time, he didn't even try to consolidate and break through his own cultivation, but instead took the time to give us guidance, which really touched me."
The disciple next to me was deeply touched and said in a low voice: "Yes, because of this, we must practice our swords more carefully, seize the opportunity, and not waste any of senior brother's thoughts."
A female disciple chuckled and whispered: "You are all wrong. I guess the senior brother misses the senior sister, so he can't calm down and practice."
The young man on the high platform rolled his eyes, snorted coldly, and scolded: "What are you talking about? The most important thing to practice is one breath. If the breath is disordered, the practice will be in vain.
Shut up, regulate your breathing, focus on nothing else, and practice your sword practice!"
The disciples were shocked and frightened, so they quickly calmed down and did not dare to whisper to each other.
Just at this moment, a homing pigeon glided over among the clouds and mist.
When the young man saw this, his expression was overjoyed, he jumped up from the stone railing, flew tens of meters, grabbed the carrier pigeon, and landed floatingly on the ground.
The whole set of movements can be described as extremely light and graceful!
He untied the letter with a smile on his face, opened it, and saw that the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and his face became as dark as water!
"Xianyu was killed, please come to Yi immediately, Senior Brother Ye Xuanfan! Murong Qiuyu."
Ye Xuanfan suddenly crumpled the letter into a ball, and his sharp eyes burst out with blazing hatred!
"Junior sister!"
At this moment, an old man with white hair and beard walked out of a lobby in the back building. He seemed to feel the murderous aura in Ye Xuanfan. He frowned slightly and asked, "Xuanfan, what happened?"
The young disciples also realized something was wrong, stopped practicing their swords, and looked at Ye Xuanfan.
Ye Xuanfan turned around, glanced at the junior fellow apprentices, and said expressionlessly to the old man with white beard and hair, "Master, it's okay, let's go in and talk."
After saying that, he said to the disciples with a serious look on his face: "Who told you to stop? Continue practicing your sword!"
Chapter completed!