The eldest son of the Yan family acted a little recklessly, but no one in the Yan family offered any words to persuade him to make peace.
First of all, the original reason for inviting Jiang Ye to visit this time was to help his younger generation find a place.
Secondly, Jiang Ye's attitude is indeed too casual. Although the Yan family is low-key, the martial arts family has the majesty of the martial arts family and must not be underestimated.
In his heart, he was happy to see his eldest brother teach this junior a lesson.
Especially for Yan Qifeng, he really hated the way Jiang Ye looked like he needed a beating.
He had originally thought that Chu Xiong could be brothers with his grandfather, but if Jiang Ye could make Chu Xiong bow down, he would never be able to let go of his suppressed anger for the rest of his life.
But after returning home, he discovered that the relationship between Chu Xiong and his grandfather was not what he had imagined. In fact, his grandfather was much more powerful than Chu Xiong. He immediately started to think about it and asked the elders in the family to help him find a place.
Now seeing Jiang Ye being so arrogant, his desire for revenge became even more urgent.
Xin said, you fucking think that if you can make Chu Xiong bow his head, you will be invincible and no one can cure you?
Not to mention grandpa, he is the uncle with the most irritable temper and the least composure, so he has the lowest martial arts efficiency and the lowest strength now. He is definitely not comparable to Chu Xiong's half-baked master who gave up after practicing for a few years.
If you are arrogant now, we will see how disgraced you will be later, huh!
A group of people came to the courtyard.
This courtyard made of bluestone slabs is spacious and clean. There is a shelf on the left and right sides, with various weapons hanging on it, such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, sticks, sticks, whips, maces, hammers, and pointed ones.
There are all kinds of ribs, thorns, barbed hooks and Emei thorns.
The eldest son of the Yan family stretched out his hand to signal: "As an elder, I cannot bully others. I will use my bare hands. My little brother can use whatever weapon he wants."
Jiang Ye nodded: "As a backer, if I use my bare hands, I would be very disrespectful to you. In this case... then I will just use one hand."
The old man of the Yan family was not thinking very fast, so he was stunned for a full minute when he heard this.
Until Yan Qifeng reminded: "Uncle, this kid is provoking you!"
Only then did he react.
Jiang Ye doesn't look down on him, he looks down on him too much.
His face turned red involuntarily: "Okay! Good boy! Since you are so confident, I won't bother you anymore, just give me a punch!"
"ha!"
With a sound, he took a lunge and punched out.
This punch was unremarkable, a straight punch without any tricks, but it was fast and powerful.
For real practitioners, fancy things are useless. Only the simplest and most direct method is the most powerful killing move.
The eldest son of the Yan family used such a simple and crude attack method, which showed that he was really angry and did not want to teach Jiang Ye a little lesson, but wanted to teach Jiang Ye a severe lesson.
Jiang Ye saw his impatience, chuckled, twisted his body slightly, and dodged the punch.
"Is this punch? I can't tell what kind of punch it is. It looks like a fight between street gangsters. Is the famous Yan Family Boxing so inferior?"
"Ah! Wow! What a good boy! Look at the beating!"
The boss of the Yan family was furious, and he punched out a dozen punches in an instant.
Jiang Ye retreated, then retreated again, his movements were light and clever, and the Yan family boss could not even touch the corner of his clothes with more than a dozen punches.
Anyone who has ever fought knows that if you punch with all your strength and miss even one punch, your strength will be exhausted.
The eldest son of the Yan family missed more than ten punches in a row. His physical strength was greatly exhausted, and he couldn't help but gasp for air.
Jiang Ye chuckled: "Is this the Yan Family Boxing? Haha, I think it's just a random use of the King's Eight Boxings."
The boss of the Yan family was furious, and before he could take action, he suddenly heard a soft shout: "Back off!"
But it was Yan Shikuan who spoke.
He had already seen that Jiang Ye was much more powerful than his eldest son, and he was toying with his opponent the whole time.
If you continue to fight, you will only bring humiliation to yourself.
Although the eldest son of the Yan family has an explosive temper, he doesn't stop talking about what others say, but he doesn't dare to go against what he says.
He glared at Jiang Ye fiercely and backed away angrily.
Yan Shikuan stepped forward and hugged Jiang Ye: "My little friend, my Yan family has lost some etiquette. I hope you won't be offended. My little friend is young and has already become proficient in kung fu. Why don't I ask you for some advice from me, the old man?
how?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole demeanor suddenly changed.
The senility was gone at all, replaced by a sense of heaviness, as if his body was small, but even if the sky fell, he could still withstand it.