"Manyun!"

Seeing the mass of flesh and blood remaining on the ground, the middle-aged man's face changed wildly and he shouted.

But his Man Yun could no longer answer his words.

"It's your own fault."

Lin also dismissed it.

Zuo He's face turned pale: "Kill him!"

Huang Longji stood on the spot, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes completely gloomy, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, staring at Lin Yi in front of him like a wild beast.

"No matter what method you use to break my soul chain, you must die today!"

"How can you be my opponent before you enter the Vajra?"

Huang Longji roared angrily, not wanting to believe what was happening in front of him.

It took him more than ten years of study to realize that the technique of condensing inner energy into a soul-locking chain could be broken so easily!

Huang Longji clenched his fists with both hands, bent down suddenly, and punched the ground.

Following Huang Longji's punch, the entire ground was filled with dust. His figure was mixed in the dust like lightning, and the meridians throughout his body made a crackling sound.

Huang Longji's figure flew violently, his eyes widened, and a series of powerful tornadoes completely enveloped Huang Longji's body, and all the tables, chairs and furniture in the hall collapsed.

He was going to blow Lin Yi's head with one punch!

Huanglong's eyes showed a cold light.

"No matter how many ways you have, in the face of absolute power, it's just a joke!"

Huang Longji roared, as powerful as a dragon.

In mid-air, from a distance, it looks like a strong sandstorm.

"Besides the divine wind, everything is fairy land. Between Yin and Yang, a finger can form a front!"

Lin Yi carried it with one hand and looked indifferent. He looked at Huang Longji who was rushing towards him and recited the mantra silently.

In his body, the true energy was boiling, and at a position ten meters away from Lin Yi, the wind started blowing.

Different from Huanglongji's wind, Lin Yi's wind looked softer and more delicate.

Suddenly, the gusts of wind entangled Lin Yi's fingertips, and finally slowly turned into a three-foot sword.

The sword is as transparent as a star.

Lin Yi slowly raised his head and spoke softly: "I have a sword that can kill you."

"Go to hell!"

Huang Longji roared and arrived in front of Lin Yi. The skin all over his body had turned a green-brown color, like bronze.

Fists and even.

Lin Yi gently held the handle three feet away from his fingertips and remained motionless. When Huang Longji arrived in front of him, he slowly raised his hand.

The white three-foot sword struck the tip of Huang Longji's fist.

Time paused for a moment.

The next second.

The air wave breaks.

Three beams collapsed in the lobby on the first floor of the villa.

The three-foot sword slowly sliced ​​open Huang Longji's fist, as if it was devastating.

Then the arms, the head, the chest, and finally, cut in half.

Huang Longji's body was split into two parts, and he fell to the ground, making no sound again.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Zuo He and the middle-aged man coughed. When they raised their heads, they saw Lin Yi standing alone in the ruins.

"Where...where is Mr. Huang?"

Zuo He didn't see Huang Longji at first glance and asked subconsciously.

"Yes, there!"

The middle-aged man's tone was trembling, and he looked at Huang Longji who was chopped in half in the corner. His whole body could not help but tremble, and his voice was trembling.

Without Huang Longji, their biggest support, they are now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Are you convinced?"

Lin Yi had a cold expression, his face was slightly pale, and his black hair was blowing in the wind. He looked like a god and demon, staring at the two people not far away with cold eyes.

Seeing this, Zuo He's old face kept changing, and finally he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "It's my Zuo family who is blind and ignorant. Please show your kindness and spare our lives!"

"If there is any need to use the space of our Zuo family in the future, please give me instructions!"

Zuo He no longer had the pride of being the head of the Zuo family, and now he looked like a prodigal dog.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The middle-aged man next to him suddenly knelt on the ground, his face turned pale, and he kept kowtowing towards Lin Yi.

"I need you to do two things for me."

Lin Yi's eyes were indifferent: "If you do well, I will consider sparing your lives. If you don't do well, just die."

"Please...please say it!"

Hearing that there was a chance of survival, Zuo He and the middle-aged man's faces became a little more hopeful, and they looked at Lin Yi with longing faces.

"The first thing is to find me medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old. The more the better. I'll give you three days to find at least ten herbs. Can you do it?" Lin Yi glanced at them.

Zuo He nodded quickly: "Our Zuo family will always have business dealings with Qian Jiale. He should have medicinal materials that are over a hundred years old, okay!"

"The second thing is, find me someone."

Lin Yi spoke calmly and looked at Zuo He.

"It's...who is it?"

Zuo He swallowed and was frightened by Lin Yi's eyes.

"Did you know that Qian Jiale auctioned a magic medicine stolen from an ancient tomb, blood jade?"

Lin Yi asked calmly.

Zuo He pondered for a moment and asked with some anxiety: "Is this what I took a few days ago?"

"Um."

"I can ask Qian Zhide personally, are you looking for the person who bought those items?"

Zuo He still didn't know that the magic medicine had been intercepted by Lin Yi from the Medical King Valley.

"What I'm looking for is the person who brought the auction item and found the ancient tomb. If you can do these two things well, I will spare your life. If you can't do it well, I will come back to take your life."

Lin Yi looked indifferent and looked at Zuo He over there: "If you don't get the results I want in a week, you will all die."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Zuo He and the middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Lin Yi walked to the corner, put the fainted Liu Luran on his shoulders, put one hand on his hips, yawned, and walked out of Zuo's house.

Lin Yi left.

Seeing the bloody scene in the entire hall, Zuo He couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground.

"Dad! Are we really going to do what he said? Man Yun and Si Wen can't die in vain!"

The middle-aged man looked sad and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Why panic!"

Zuo He scolded him, took a deep breath, looked at the empty villa door, and slowly said: "Even Huang Longji is no match for him, what can we do now?"

"First do what he said, and wait until Master Huang Longji Mo Yang comes out of seclusion. On that day, it will not be too late to take revenge!"

Zuo He gritted his teeth and said with a gloomy face: "Our Zuo family cannot be destroyed by a boy!"

"Zuo Shan, you will go to Qian Jiale later to collect the centuries-old medicinal materials he wants. I will go to Qian Zhide and ask for the information about the person who sent the photo!"

Zuo He endured the discomfort in his body. The broken limbs and remains that could be seen everywhere in front of him were simply challenging people's physical limits.

"good!"

Zuo Shan gritted his teeth, helped Zuo He up, looked at Zuo Siwen's coffin for the last time, and murmured to himself: "Son, your dad is useless, I can only wrong you first, and wait until Mo Yang comes out of confinement, then

Revenge you!"
Chapter completed!