"The Sa family thought that if you left, you would never come back, but I didn't expect that in just over a year, you would have returned to Jinchuan City and approached the Sa family."
Lu San turned his head, glanced at the two people sandwiched between him, and sneered, "Why, are you trying to kill the Sa family by blocking the Sa family here today?"
"Since I've already guessed it, I still have to ask questions knowingly."
"We can't kill Jiang Ye, so why can't we kill you, Lu San!"
The people blocking Lu San and Cheng Feng were Zhao Yang, the son of Zhao Jinhu, the former overlord of Jinchuan City, and Zhang Hanting, who had been the housekeeper of the Zhao family for more than thirty years.
Zhao Yang was injured by Jiang Ye that day and did not go to Jinchuan City Square to participate in the celebration of Zhao Jinhu's promotion to hero. Zhang Hanting stayed at home to accompany him. The two of them watched the live broadcast on the light screen at home.
The two of them thought that Jiang Ye would definitely die, but they did not expect that the one who would be killed would be Zhao Jinhu.
When Zhao Yang saw his father being killed, Zhao Yang was filled with rage and wanted to go to Jinchuan Square to fight for Jiang Ye, but Zhang Hanting forced him away and fled Jinchuan City in a hurry.
Because Zhang Hanting guessed that the first thing Jiang Ye would do after he came back was to kill Zhao Yang and his housekeeper. Cutting the grass must eliminate the roots. **********, Zhang Hanting has done this frequently in recent years.
thing.
But now, the two of them are back again. After more than a year of dormancy, they have returned to Jinchuan City. They have been wandering around here for more than half a month, looking for opportunities to kill as many members of the Jiang family as they can.
"The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. How could I, Zhao Yang, not come back and take the lives of you people?"
"I know Jiang Ye's family is accompanied by heroes when traveling, but I don't believe it. I, Zhao Yang, can't wait for the day when they don't accompany them."
"If you wait less than two years in one year, less than three years in two years, and less than ten years in three years, even if you die, I won't let Jiang Ye have an easy life. One day, I will let him have a taste of losing the most.
The taste of a loved one!"
When Zhao Yang said this, the hatred in his eyes made Cheng Feng, who had been watching him, feel chilled.
Zhao Yang did not take action immediately, but looked at Lu San with a mocking look on his face, "Do you think I should call you Lu San or Master Lu?"
"I heard that people around me were always calling me Lu Ye."
"I didn't expect that in less than two years, what used to be a bug-like existence in my eyes can now show off my power in Jinchuan City and be regarded as a master!"
After Zhao Yang finished speaking, he spat heavily on the ground, his face filled with evil spirits.
"You are such an idiot. If you call me Master Lu, the Sa family won't even bother to agree."
Lu San straightened his chest and glanced at Zhao Yang with contempt, as if he didn't care about Zhao Yang at all.
"Lu San!"
Zhao Yang shouted coldly, "You're too lazy to agree. Then I'll see if you're too lazy to agree, or you're begging me to agree!"
"The grudge between me and Jiang Ye can be said to have started because of you, Lu San. So today, we will end it with you, Lu San!"
Zhao Yang stopped talking nonsense, and suddenly there was a long sword in his hand, a long sword that exuded red light.
A year and a half ago, Zhao Yang's physical attributes and the most suitable equipment he wore were black-level excellent quality. But now, they have surpassed the black-level legendary, and the most suitable equipment has reached red-level ordinary.
In the past year and a half, Zhao Yang's training can be described as crazy. He spent twenty-four hours a day cultivating his physical attributes and martial arts, almost even harder than the original Jiang Ye.
Zhao Yang had only one purpose in doing this, which was to improve his combat effectiveness and seek revenge against Jiang Ye as soon as possible. But he also knew that it would be too difficult to achieve that day. The gap between his current combat effectiveness and Jiang Ye could not be described as worlds apart.
He knows that he is making progress, and Jiang Ye must be making progress too. What he can do is to continuously narrow this gap. He believes that he is working harder than Jiang Ye now. This gap will eventually be closed one day
Infinitely reduced.
It's just that Zhao Yang thinks all of this.
"One year, ten years, a hundred years is not too late as long as you can get revenge."
This is also Zhao Yang's attitude towards the revenge of his father's murder.
It's just that this hatred has not been diluted by time, but has accumulated stronger and stronger. Apart from practicing, Zhao Yang now has this hatred in his mind.
This hatred is like a barrier that blinds people's eyes and forms an obstacle that hinders the progress of people's spiritual practice.
Zhao Yang felt that his progress had slowed down a few days ago, and he felt that only by killing one of his enemies could his state of mind be calmed and he could continue to make progress.
So half a month ago, he and Zhang Hanting returned to Jinchuan City, ready to wait for the opportunity.
Seeing Lu San and two people walking out today, Zhao Yang became murderous. Moreover, he had already investigated the man next to Lu San. He was a waste with little fighting ability. He, Zhao Yang, posed no threat at all!
"Uncle Zhang, you don't have to take action. This Lu San, I'm going to chop him with one sword after another."
Zhao Yang said to Zhang Hanting, with a ferocious look on his face, he held the long sword in his hand and jumped into the air towards Lu San. The sharp sword intent enveloped Cheng Feng beside him.
Zhao Yang knew that Lu San's combat effectiveness was only over 70 a year ago. Although he had a basic combat effectiveness of more than 40, no matter how rich he is now and how fast he progresses, the equipment he can wear is only black-level high-quality products with a combat effectiveness of 2.
Bai Ping is far from being his opponent.
"I thought you would make some progress by following Jiang Ye, but it turns out that you still have the same virtue. The sword has been raised to the top of your head, and there is no reaction yet."
Zhao Yang sneered in his heart, he knew that with this sword blow, he would definitely turn the two people in front of him into a pulp.
"Third...Third brother, why don't you draw your sword?"
Cheng Feng on the side felt cold all over his body. He felt like he couldn't move his body. He knew that no matter how he hid, the sword above his head would stab him.
And his biggest support now, his third brother, was still looking at the sword in the air without any movement like him.
"Sajia doesn't know how to use a knife." Lu San said calmly.
"ah!"
Cheng Feng was shocked, "Didn't I see you carrying a knife behind you?"
"Then your knife..."
Cheng Feng had never seen Lu San take action, and he had no idea how much Lu San's fighting power was.
But he could always see Lu San carrying a sword without a scabbard behind his back, and thought that Lu San was a master of using a knife. However, he never expected that Lu San could not use a knife.
"The swords of the Sa family are made to imitate brother Jiang Ye. They look powerful and domineering. They are specially made for decoration."
"The Sa family used to use swords, but after learning that this idiot used a sword, the Sa family decisively gave up."
"The Sa family can't associate with this idiot."
Lu San raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang, who was very close to him in the sky. Obviously, the silly person he mentioned was referring to this guy.
Lu San moved, without any warning, but as a matter of course. He clenched his right fist tightly and raised it suddenly. A majestic energy burst out from his fist.
"What Sajia is using now is boxing!"
"boom!"
With a crisp sound, like the sound of shattering glass, Lu San's domineering fist power instantly shattered the sword intent that was shrouded in the air. At the same time, the remaining power of the power did not diminish, and it hit Zhao Yang's sword tip heavily.
"not good!"
Zhao Yang was frightened when he saw Lu San crushing his sword intention so easily, because the "Lintian Sword" he just used was already the strongest martial skill he could use, and it was the first level of Tianji low-grade.
.It also represents his current maximum combat power, 358!
In one and a half years, he, Zhao Yang, increased his original maximum combat power from 248 to 358, an increase of 110 points.
Of course, most of this combat power is the bonus of martial arts and equipment. His physical attributes have increased by 58 points.
These fifty-eight points, even for the original Jiang Ye, would take one to two years.
"Dang!"
Just as Zhao Yang's mind was shaking, the remaining power of his domineering fist came into contact with the tip of his sword, making a metallic sound.
"boom!"
"How.."
Zhao Yang, who was in the air, had just said the impossible word "how" when he felt a strong force coming from the sword body, and the man and the sword were blasted away heavily.
"Boom!"
The wall of the alley next to it was shattered by Zhao Yang's body. The bricks and tiles were scattered, leaving a large human-shaped hole.
On the other side of the wall was a courtyard. Zhao Yang, who was blasted into the courtyard, was scratched on the ground for more than ten meters, then hit the steps of the house heavily and stopped.
"puff!"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Yang's mouth in an instant, and his internal organs surged, feeling like they were exploding.
"Wow!"
There was a sound of the square door being pushed open, and a young man hurried out of the house to see what was going on in his yard.
But when he saw a young man lying in the yard of his house, vomiting blood, and a large human-shaped hole appeared on the wall of his yard, the middle-aged man immediately understood what was going on.
Ignoring Zhao Yang who was lying on the ground and moaning, the young man boldly wanted to see if there was anyone outside the wall. He only heard a "boom" and another figure smashed down the wall, almost grazing him.
The body flew in.
"It's over, my home."
The young man watched helplessly as the figure flew in again and crashed straight into his house from the air.
"boom!"
The wall collapsed, the glass shattered, the eaves fell, and the figure that flew in even smashed his TV and wardrobe. In his gaze, he tilted his head and fainted.
The figure flying in this time was none other than Zhang Hanting.
When Zhang Hanting saw Zhao Yang being blown away by Lu San's move, he hurriedly stepped forward to help. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached Lu San, he was punched hard in the face by Lu San.
quick!
soon!
Although Zhang Hanting could see Lu San's speed clearly, he had no time to dodge. Just when he felt the strong wind blowing against his face, he saw a fist as big as a bowl hit the bridge of his nose hard, and his body was also injured.
The wall completely collapsed and smashed into pieces.
At the same time, Lu San jumped into the yard with Cheng Feng. This chapter has been completed!