Wei Wuxiang laughed wildly, as if in his opinion, as long as he killed Ye Qiu, Rongbao Pavilion could really become his property.
Little did he know that the long-browed man and Niu Dali looked at him with silly eyes.
"I have seen people seeking death, but I have never seen someone seeking death like this."
"I don't know how high the world is, but after identification, this prince is a fool."
Niu Dali and Changmei Zhenren said.
Their voices were neither loud nor quiet, and everyone in the hall heard them.
However, Wei Wuxiang was still immersed in excitement and urged Commander Yang again, saying: "Hurry and help me kill him. When I become the king of Wei in the future, I will make you a mighty general, one person below ten thousand people."
Master Changmei joked next to him: "General Mighty? I know this one well! When I was young, I raised a local dog, named General Mighty."
Phew——
Nangong Xiaoxiao was amused.
Several theosophical monks beside her couldn't help but laugh.
Commander Yang glanced at the long-browed master coldly and warned: "Be careful what you say, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth."
"What do you mean? Threatening me?" Master Changmei scolded: "You dare to threaten me without knowing how much you weigh. Do you want to die?"
Commander Yang was angry.
Ye Qiu is the Pavilion Master of Rongbao Pavilion, and he still gives me some face, but who are you, a stinky Taoist priest, and you dare to talk so shamelessly in front of me?
"Stinky Taoist priest, please keep your mouth clean. If you dare to speak arrogantly again, I will be rude to you." Commander Yang threatened.
"Little bastard, did you hear that? He threatened me. Quick, help me kill him." Changmeizhen said to Ye Qiu.
Here, Wei Wuxiang urged the old man again: "Commander Yang, what nonsense are you talking about? Help me kill them quickly."
Commander Yang looked at Ye Qiu and asked, "Pavilion Master, do you really want one of my prince's arms?"
"If you say something out loud, it will be like water thrown out. There is no way to take it back." Ye Qiu was very forceful.
Commander Yang's face darkened and he said: "I didn't want to conflict with the Pavilion Master. Since the Pavilion Master is resolute, I can't blame you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Commander Yang released a majestic pressure that spread in all directions.
Instantly, the surrounding air became oppressive, and the hall seemed to be freezing, with the temperature plummeting.
Nangong Xiaoxiao and several theosophy monks quickly retreated.
Commander Yang took a look and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He found that after he released the pressure, Ye Qiu stood still, as if nothing was wrong.
Not only Ye Qiu, but also Changmei Zhenren and Niu Dali stood there, looking at him with a disdainful smile.
"Even though you are the master of Rongbao Pavilion, it is unwise to challenge the powerful saint." Commander Yang said to Ye Qiu: "This matter ends here, I can not embarrass the master of the pavilion."
"Trouble me? Are you qualified?" Ye Qiu smiled coldly and punched Commander Yang lightly.
When Wei Wuxiang saw this scene, he was very happy.
"Young boy, you are disrespectful to a saint and a strong man. You should wait to die!"
He did not notice that Commander Yang's expression became very solemn at this moment.
Commander Yang is a strong saint, and his combat prowess and eyesight are not comparable to that of Wei Wu. Although Ye Qiu's punch seems to be an understatement, Commander Yang clearly feels that there is something hidden in Ye Qiu's fist.
The power of terror.
Even before the fist came close, there was a sense of oppression, as if a big star was rushing over.
Commander Yang found that his breathing began to become difficult.
"No, this kid is only at the peak of his spiritual powers, but he can still exert the fighting power of a strong saint."
After Commander Yang reacted, he wanted to avoid Ye Qiu's fist, but he didn't expect that under Ye Qiu's powerful fist, his whole body seemed to be restrained and he could not avoid it at all.
In desperation, Commander Yang quickly took out his palm and met Ye Qiu's fist.
"Bang!"
Fists collided.
Commander Yang's palm exploded into pieces, followed closely by his arm.
"How can this be!"
Wei Wuxiang suddenly woke up, and the smile on his face instantly froze, as if he had seen a ghost, and he was extremely frightened.
Originally, in his opinion, as long as Commander Yang took action, Ye Qiu would die and Rongbao Pavilion would become his property.
But now, Commander Yang's arm was shattered by Ye Qiu's punch. It was terrible.
Nangong Xiaoxiao also opened her eyes wide and looked at Ye Qiu with admiration, her eyes flashing with excitement.
As for the theosophy monks, they were all stunned and speechless as they explained.
Commander Yang's arm was broken and blood was spattered. He ignored the injury and hurriedly said to Ye Qiu: "Pavilion Master, I want to have a good talk with you..."
"I have nothing to talk about with you." Ye Qiu punched out again.
This punch was very powerful.
When the fist was blasted out, a golden wave rolled up and instantly drowned Commander Yang.
In full view of everyone.
Ye Qiu's fist was like a golden lightning bolt, arriving in front of Commander Yang in the blink of an eye. Then, he suddenly loosened his fist and inserted five fingers into Commander Yang's Tianling Gai.
When Ye Qiu took his hand out of Commander Yang's Tianling Cap, there was an extra soul in his palm, which was only as big as a fist and looked exactly like Commander Yang.
"Don't kill me, please..."
Commander Yang was frightened. When Ye Qiu took action just now, he was ready to resist, but for some reason, his whole body was restrained and he could not move. He could only watch Ye Qiu take out his soul from his head.
"Didn't you say you wanted to embarrass me? Why are you begging for mercy now?" Ye Qiu suddenly exerted force on his hands.
"puff!"
Commander Yang's soul exploded to pieces, and he died on the spot before he could even let out a scream.
Commander Yang's body, which had lost its soul, was like a mummy, lying motionless on the ground. His head was cut open, and his brains mixed with blood flowed out, which was shocking.
"this……"
Wei Wuxiang was stunned.
Nangong Xiaoxiao was also shocked.
The theosophy monks were also shocked.
The saint and the strong man were crushed to death. Who would dare to believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes?
It's so scary.
Is that human being?
As the instigator, Ye Qiu seemed to have just done an insignificant thing and said calmly: "It's just a saint. It's not like I haven't killed him before."
What, the Pavilion Master has killed powerful saints before?
Those monks didn't know whether they were too excited or too shocked, their bodies were trembling.
They looked at Ye Qiu with admiration, as if they were looking at a god.
Then, Ye Qiu's eyes fell on Wei Wuxiang.
"This saint is your greatest support. Now that he is dead, do you still have the confidence to kill me?"
thump!
Wei Wuxiang sat down on the ground, his face turned pale, his whole body was trembling and he begged for mercy: "Don't kill me——"
call out!
The sword energy went straight into the center of the eyebrow, piercing the soul.
Ye Qiu kills as soon as he is told, without any hesitation.
Poor Wei Wuxiang died with his eyes closed.
Ye Qiu ordered: "Hang their two bodies outside and expose them for three days."
