Wu Chengyong had to die. Ye Shaohan endured the boiling blood and took several steps forward, and in an instant he was in front of Wu Chengyong.
At this moment, there was another burst of angry sound, but the owner of the sound had changed. The person who made the angry sound was Wu Yun. His cloudy eyes were full of horror. It was unbelievable to kill him.
Ye Shaohan was actually able to make Wu Chengyong so embarrassed.
Wu Yun was about to force Ye Gaotong back and go to rescue Wu Chengyong, but Ye Gaotong would not let him succeed and held Wu Yun back tightly.
With an indifferent expression, he held the Qilin Sword tightly with both hands and slashed it forward in shock. The martial arts sword energy slash that he had not seen for a long time was slashed out. The sword energy drowned Wu Chengyong like a tide.
"boom!"
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, mixed with a deathly scream.
In just the blink of an eye, Wu Chengyong's body was suddenly crushed into countless pieces by the sword energy!
Pieces of flesh and blood sandwiching Wu Chengyong's body were scattered in all directions like peach petals falling by the street.
All this happened without any warning, the roar sounded, and blood mixed with flesh and blood was shot towards everyone.
In an instant, the people closest to Wu Chengyong all became bloody people, but the blood came from Wu Chengyong.
As the explosion sounded, the whole place fell into a deathly silence. The powerful Spirit Emperor fell like this, and he also fell into the hands of a boy at the level of a spiritual master.
After a slight silence, there was a burst of gasps in the audience, and everyone looked at the bloody Ye Shaohan with strange eyes!
"No!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of angry sounds in the sky. Wu Yun kicked back and looked at the minced meat on the ground with an angry face, as if he had aged several years in an instant.
But Ye Gaotong still had his hands behind his back, and his figure slowly fell towards the ground, appearing in front of Ye Shaohan.
A pill was then stuffed into Ye Shaohan's mouth. In an instant, it turned into a stream of heat flowing in Ye Shaohan's body. With the help of this stream of heat, Ye Shaohan's injury was relieved a few points. Originally, he was also
The spiritual energy was excessively consumed and the blood was boiling. The rest was just external trauma.
Wu Yun's furious voice alarmed everyone who was in a sluggish state. At this moment, they realized that the head of the third generation family in Headwind City had died.
Even Ye Gaotong could not maintain his indifference at this moment, looking at Ye Shaohan with strange eyes.
"Ye Gaotong, my Wu family and your Ye family swear to be incompatible!" Wu Yun's face was gloomy, he stared at Ye Gaotong and said coldly.
Ye Gaotong was relatively calm about this. According to the current situation, it would be strange for the Wu family to want to settle the matter.
"Then the Ye family is always waiting for you!" The Ye family chuckled at Wu Yun. At this moment, Ye Gaotong was in a very happy mood.
"For the family competition the day after tomorrow, your Ye family will remember it for me!"
Wu Yun waved his sleeves and flew in the direction of the Wu family with a murderous look on his face. It was not that he wanted to give up so easily, but that he felt the aura of a Spirit King Realm warrior coming towards this direction. Undoubtedly,
That one is the warrior of the Ye family.
In the family competition, even if Wu Yun sacrifices the family's interests, he will unite with the Dugu family to eliminate the Ye family.
Looking at Wu Yun leaving in embarrassment, the crowd around him booed.
At the same time, a figure shot out from the direction of the Ye family, and at the end of the street, dozens of Ye family children also poured out.
A figure emerged, and it was the old man who had been in the library. The old man looked at the blood on the ground and couldn't help but frown. When he saw Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaohao covered in blood, his face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "That person from the Wu family
Where are the two Spirit Emperor realm warriors?"
Hearing this, Ye Gaotong couldn't help but look at Ye Shaohan strangely, and said weakly: "Wu Yun left, and Wu Chengyong?"
"Wu Chengyong, where is he!" The old man couldn't help but look around strangely. He was surprised by the strange looks around him.
With a wry smile, Ye Gaotong pointed to the pile of meat on the ground and said, "He is right there!"
"Wu Chengyong is dead!"
The old man couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately his eyes fell on Ye Shaohan: "Boy, could it be you who killed him!"
Ye Shaohan touched his nose, nodded, and said: "If his name is indeed Wu Chengyong, then I will kill him!"
Hearing this, the dozens of Ye family disciples who followed the old man all looked at the bloodstained Ye Shaohan with shocked faces. What did he just say? He killed the head of the third family in Headwind City. Oh my God! He
He is only a few years old, and he is only a warrior in the spiritual master realm!
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of pride. Who can kill the Spirit King Realm warrior? Except for me, the descendants of the Ye family, no other descendant has such courage.
Wu Hanbing, Dugu Feifeng and others could only be tragically ignored in front of Wu Chengyong. In order to avoid the Wu family's revenge, Ye Gaotong and his party hurried back to the Ye family, and Ye Shaohan was even more...
Many children of the Ye family protected him, and Ye Shaohan became their idol.
The tragic Wu Yanmei was still lying in a pool of blood. It was only a few moments later that she was rescued by the Wu family.
It only took a few moments for Wu Chengyong to be killed, and it swept through the entire Nifeng City like a violent storm. Those who heard the news first thought it was a joke. When they learned about it, everyone was stunned. The head of the Wu family died at the hands of the Ye family.
In the hands of the boy, the first member of the younger generation of the Wu family also died tragically.
The second young master of the Dugu family also died at the hands of Wu Chengyong. For a time, everyone in Niefeng City was talking about this matter.
But more people were discussing Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan was vaguely named as the number one master of the young generation in Headwind City by various city names in Headwind City.
For a time, there was a turmoil in Nifeng City. What was surprising was the reaction of the Dugu family and the Wu family. Logically speaking, at this moment, the Wu family should open fire on the Ye family, but the Wu family's reaction was surprisingly quiet.
The Dugu family even ignored Dugu Feifeng's death, but everyone who cared about it felt that a storm was coming.
The master who caused such a major incident, Ye Shaohan, was lying on his bed extremely comfortably, with a large row of pills lined up in front of him...
A dazzling array of elixirs filled Ye Shaohan's entire bed, and a faint scent of medicinal herbs floated in the small room.
He couldn't help but greedily inhale the fragrance of the medicine, and the spiritual energy in Ye Shaohan's body began to circulate rapidly. Originally, he only suffered external injuries, but the Ye family's reaction was surprisingly large. The elders of the medicine hall immediately sent people to deliver so many pills.
Medicine, this is enough to illustrate Ye Shaohan's status in the Ye family.
With a wave of his hand, the dazzling array of elixirs disappeared in an instant, and were naturally put into the necklace by Ye Shaohan.
Randomly stuffing a few pills into his mouth, they melted in the mouth. The pills turned into a stream of heat and flowed in Ye Shaohan's body. Ye Shaohan sat in a coiled position with both hands holding seals. The two attributes of wind and fire around him were also crazy.
The blood rushed into Ye Shaohan's body, and the whole room was silent except for Ye Shaohan's steady breathing.
Outside the window, Zhang Ming stood in front of the tombstone with empty eyes, holding a sword in his right hand and stabbing forward tirelessly.
Drawing out and sheathing the sword, the sword energy was continuously compressed at the tip of the sword, making a sword roar. Aunt Feng, who was working on the side, had long been accustomed to Zhang Ming's reaction. Zhang Ming's arrival naturally could not be concealed from Aunt Feng, and
Ye Shaohan didn't want to hide anything from Aunt Feng, so he told him that Zhang Ming was a friend of his.
Time passed slowly, and the rising sun had inadvertently set in the west.
The golden afterglow shrouded the entire courtyard, and in the golden afterglow, a sword light kept flashing. Zhang Ming still stood at the source, drawing and sheathing the sword without knowing how tired he was. He also forgot what he was doing.
How many swords have been struck, and he just draws out and puts away the sword in such a numb manner.
After Aunt Feng cleared away the dishes on the stone table, she couldn't help but persuade her: "Young man, it's time for you to rest too. I see you have been practicing swordplay all day!"
In response, Zhang Ming's dull expression also showed a hint of smile. He smiled faintly at Aunt Feng, but Zhang Ming still continued his boring movements.
Sighing secretly, Aunt Feng was obviously used to Zhang Ming's reaction. After clearing away the dishes, she took Ye Shaohan's daily clothes and walked out of the courtyard. As Ye Shaohan's status in the Ye family improved, so did Aunt Feng's status.
Promotion, as if becoming the first among the maids.
Even Ye Shaohao's nanny had to look respectful when she saw Aunt Feng now. Fortunately, Aunt Feng was generous and didn't cause any trouble for her.
In the courtyard, the sword in Zhang Ming's hand couldn't help but froze, and something strange appeared on his dull face. He looked into the room behind him, and a figure emerged there. Ye Shaohan looked at Zhang Ming with a smile on his face,
Zhang Ming looked at Ye Shaohan with strange eyes and said blankly: "You have become much stronger again!"
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and said that he had become stronger. He didn't think that it was just that his spiritual energy had been condensed a lot. Perhaps, in a few days, he would be able to reach the peak of a level 3 spiritual master.
Immediately, Zhang Ming turned around again and continued his boring sword practice.
As the sun set, that silhouette looked so lonely. Ye Shaohan could only sigh sadly. He never knew how to comfort people. Perhaps Ye Shaohan's only way to comfort people was to stand quietly next to Zhang Ming or talk to him.
He got very drunk, kicked his feet slightly, and quietly left the courtyard.
The family competition is gradually approaching, and the children in the Ye family are retreating to their homes to practice hard. The martial arts training hall where people used to come and go is slightly quiet. Only a few Ye family children are still competing. When Ye Shaohan walked in, those
Everyone looked at Ye Shaohan with admiration, and Ye Shaohan smiled in return.
Ye Shaohan came here today to find a training venue, a suitable venue for practicing the Wind Transformation Technique.
According to the impression in his memory, Ye Shaohan walked around several tall pavilions and entered a stone forest.
It is hard to imagine that there is a stone forest in this martial arts training hall. The stones on the stone forest are strangely shaped, and from a distance they look like carved stone figures.
But here, few children of the Ye family usually come here, so there is a lot of moss growing on the paths between the stone forests.