In Zhao Jinsheng's view, Fu Qingming tried his best to trick Qiao Kexin into the provincial capital and sent people to kidnap Qiao Kexin and Yue Yue for one purpose, which was to threaten Lin Hao with their safety.

But why did they threaten Lin Hao? Was it Fu Qingming's own intention, or was there another mastermind? These matters must be investigated clearly.

But Fu Qingming had no intention of answering Zhao Jinsheng's question.

He pulled off one sleeve and bandaged the punctured palm. The severe pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead. Desperate eyes swept across the faces of Zhao Jinsheng and Luo Baisheng, and then looked at Huang Dalong in the distance.

He said bitterly: "Even if I say it anyway, you won't be able to let me go. Why don't you just be quick and kill me or cut me into pieces as you please!"

Luo Baisheng had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Seeing that Fu Qingming was unwilling to explain, he walked up with an iron whip.

"Since you won't say anything, then go to hell!"

He raised the iron whip high, and when he dropped it, he could smash Fu Qingming into a pulp.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came: "You dare to hurt my Fu family descendants, you are so brave!"

An old man in white flew out from the direction of the Fu family manor. He waved both palms together, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, and hit Luo Baisheng's face.

Luo Baisheng took a step back, and at the same time brandished his iron whip and swept out. The tyrannical wind was more fierce than the opponent's true energy.

The old man did not touch him head-on. His figure suddenly changed and he rolled backwards. At the same time, he grabbed Fu Qingming's shoulders and led him back a dozen meters.

When Fu Qingming saw the old man's face clearly, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face: "Father, have you recovered?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded slightly.

He looked to be in his eighties, with thin hair and wrinkles on his face, but he exuded the aura of a powerful warrior. He was Fu Cuishan, the old man of the Fu family.

I was still soaking in the medicine bucket just now, but my cultivation and physical strength have been restored because I took the elixir that Meng Tiandao had just refined.

After he woke up, he learned that someone had come to Fu's house to cause trouble. He immediately went out to check and saved Fu Qingming.

Fu Cuishan had been ill in bed for a long time and did not know the cause and effect of the incident.

But looking at Zhao Jinsheng and Luo Baisheng with murderous expressions on their faces, Huang Dalong standing not far behind, and more than 200 enemies watching eagerly, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Among the people across from him, Fu Cuishan only knew Huang Dalong. He naturally believed that the one who wanted to deal with the Fu family was the Huanglong Group, and he suddenly felt extremely angry.

"Chairman Huang, what do you mean? Why do you want to deal with our Fu family?"

Huang Dalong straightened the collar of his suit and said disdainfully: "There's nothing to say. The Fu family is destroying itself. Today is the day you first recover from a serious illness, and it's also the day you die."

Fu Cuishan saw the injury on Fu Qingming's hand and also saw Fu's nursing home lying on the ground. When he found Mr. Feng's bloody body with his head missing, he became furious.

He walked forward slowly, picked up a long knife from the ground, and stared at Huang Dalong with cold eyes.

"Even if you can destroy my Fu family, I will bury a few more people with you!"

Zhao Jinsheng took a step forward, also holding a long knife in his hand. Just when he was about to deal with Fu Cuishan, Luo Baisheng rushed out first.

"Leave this old ghost to me!"

While he was talking, Luo Baisheng had already rushed in front of Fu Cuishan, wielding a black iron whip weighing 72 kilograms, and smashed the opponent's head down like a mountain bearing down on him.

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of young people. Fu Cuishan, who is already in his eighties, would be really stupid if he chooses to go head-to-head with Luo Baisheng, who is in his forties and in his prime.

What's more, he also saw that the iron whip in Luo Baisheng's hand was unusual. Every time he swung it, a strong wind would burst out.

Fu Cuishan's toes were a little bit on the ground and he ducked to the right, avoiding Luo Baisheng's domineering and powerful blow.

boom!

When the iron whip hit the ground, a deafening sound suddenly erupted, and the bluestone floor was shattered and splashed.

Fu Cuishan slashed at Luo Baisheng with his sword, and Luo Baisheng ducked with his head buried in the air. He put his hands on the ground and spun around, then swept the iron whip towards Fu Cuishan's lower body.

Fu Cuishan rose into the air and jumped over Luo Baisheng, avoiding Luo Baisheng's attack again.

Luo Baisheng's expression gradually became serious. He had noticed that the other party was also a martial arts master. Although he was older, his skills were extremely flexible and he jumped up and down like a monkey.

Although the iron whip he used was powerful, it was too bulky. In the final analysis, it was sacrificing speed for strength.

In addition, I have only practiced the iron whip for a short period of time and have not yet fully mastered its energy, so it is difficult to hurt Fu Cuishan.

It was obvious that Fu Cuishan also noticed this. There was contempt in his eyes, and he sneered: "You are a waste, but you deserve to have a top-grade weapon? It is simply a waste of natural resources! Why don't you give it to me, maybe I can spare your death?"

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Luo Baisheng raised the iron whip, as if thinking about what Fu Cuishan had just said, and suddenly sighed softly.

"Since you want it, then take it!"

After saying that, he threw the iron whip in his hand towards Fu Cuishan.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations. No one expected that Luo Baisheng would suddenly give up his weapons.

Although Fu Cuishan didn't know what Luo Baisheng was planning, he still couldn't help but reach out to catch the iron whip when he saw it coming towards him.

But just as he grasped the whip body with his left hand, he suddenly felt a strong and uncontrollable force, as if it was about to tear the flesh of his palm.

He didn't expect the iron whip to be so heavy, and his body was pulled to one side by the iron whip. He was caught off guard and had to let go in a hurry.

At the same time, Luo Baisheng's pair of bronze fists had already struck in front of him.

At this time, Fu Cuishan had no time to react and wanted to slash Luo Baisheng with his sword, but he was still a step too late.

Luo Baisheng hit Fu Cuishan's chest with both fists. The power of the Vajra Arhat Fist immediately caused Fu Cuishan to vomit a mouthful of blood and his body flew backwards.

Fu Cuishan's body hit the door, knocking the heavy door panel down.

He was recovering from a serious illness, but he was hit hard again, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Father! Father!"

Fu Qingming shouted anxiously and ran over to help Fu Cuishan up.

Fu Cuishan was no longer able to fight anymore. He looked at the sky and shouted in a sad voice: "Heaven is going to destroy my Fu family! I didn't expect that I would have to watch the Fu family perish with my own eyes just after I recovered from my illness. It's better to let me die earlier."

never mind."

Luo Baisheng pulled out the iron whip inserted into the wall and walked in front of Fu Qingming and Fu Cuishan. Thinking of his great apprentice Lu Feng, his eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

"It's not God who wants to destroy the Fu family, it's you who want to destroy yourselves. You deserve it!"

Fu Cuishan looked confused and had no idea what was going on. He looked at Fu Qingming with questioning eyes, wanting to know how the Fu family had offended these people.

Fu Qingming buried his head and smiled bitterly, saying nothing because it was meaningless at this time.

Ding Lingling!

Just when Luo Baisheng was about to take action, a clear bell suddenly rang.

Fu Cuishan's expression suddenly changed, and his body stood up stiffly like a spring, as if he was completely out of his control.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the true energy in his body suddenly gathered in his palms, and he shot forward uncontrollably, hitting Luo Baisheng's shoulder.

Although Luo Baisheng was prepared for it, he was very surprised after he avoided it.

Because just now he clearly noticed that Fu Cuishan's aura was very weak, but at this moment, the opponent's body burst out with strong fighting spirit. After hitting the air with a palm, he unexpectedly pounced on him again without fear of death.

Luo Baisheng's iron whip swept across and struck Fu Cuishan firmly in the abdomen. Fu Cuishan's body immediately hit back like a cannonball, collapsing a wall.

The flesh and blood on his abdomen was blurred, his white clothes were dyed red, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Luo Baisheng was confident that the blow just now could completely incapacitate the opponent.

But amid the crisp ringing of the bell, Fu Cuishan's body stood up straight, as if he had never been injured, and the true energy in his body was erupting in a strange form.
Chapter completed!