After coming back to his senses, he noticed that Lao Lai was struggling, but like an invisible cage, Yun Qing's scalp was numb and finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

In his understanding, Lao Cu, the Yun family’s martial arts worship, is already an invincible existence in the martial arts world in eastern Guangdong. I thought Lao Cu was reluctant to take action, maybe because of some concerns, but now I think about it and finally feel it.

It's a little bit of horror about the young man in front of him.

"I am the direct bloodline of the Yun family in Dongdong, you... don't do anything randomly. I have already greeted the number one person on Beihe in advance. No matter how strong you are, if anything happens to me, don't

Want to leave Qincheng alive."

Yun Qing instinctively retreated, his words were fierce, intimidating and threatening.

The instinct of survival caused the person to gradually retreat to the edge of the balcony, with a height of more than ten meters behind him.

Lao Lai was already sweating profusely, worried about Yun Qing's life, and secretly exerted force but found that he could not escape such a breath locked no matter what.

Helplessly, he could only beg for mercy: "Little brother, if you ask for money, the Yun family will satisfy you as much as you want. I promise that as long as you let my young master go, the Yun family will definitely trust you, not a single word

You will be missing! You have no relatives and no reason with the Liu family. I have been in the martial arts world for so many years. All morals and righteousness are empty, and glory and power are solid! Besides, my young master in Beihe is over the Beihe River

I have already said hello. If you really do it, this is the worst result and it will not be good for anyone! I hope you should consider it, just think about it. Just kneel down and beg you."

Bang!

With a clear sound of breath, the old lame body was like catkins flying around, and the breath of the qi orifices surged through his body, as if some kind of invisible lock had dissipated, which led to his ability to finally restore his freedom of movement.

Lao Lark was extremely frightened and calm. He knelt down without hesitation, stopped Yun Qing, and said something to let go, but there were ten thousand doubts in his eyes.

Who is this son’s true identity?!

"I, Bai Che, how can Beihe restrain me?"

Saying it out, bursting!

"Brave it, you don't believe it, I will call Beihe now."

Yun Qing was still stubborn, and seeing that Lao Lark was finally able to move freely, another glimmer of hope ignited.

Lao Lark murmured, suddenly as if he was struck by lightning.

The name Bai Che seems familiar...

"You...you are the big shot in Hualong Pavilion?!"

Lao Lark felt sad and soon fell into a stagnant pool.

A silver needle flashed, and the lightning flashed. Yun Qing, who was raising his face and pretending to call, his eyes suddenly contracted, he grabbed his neck with both hands, and his mouth grew to the extreme, just like an abyss.

Lao Lark felt weak and turned around and called the young master a few times. Yun Qing had already slid to the ground against the wall, his mouth was opened and his eyes were staring at Bai Che. There was regret and horror in his eyes.

Some were surprised and some were shocked...

"You...who are you..."

When my legs stretched out and my head tilted, my person was gone.

Everything suddenly became like a dream, only the decisive aura of killing in the air will not dissipate for a long time.

"A guilty attitude of our Yun family."

After saying that, a silver light hit again, and the big bald head set out.

Afterwards, Bai Che left and walked towards a cemetery in Qincheng...
Chapter completed!