On the surface, these great powers have restrained their voices, but in fact, they are secretly on guard, and their spiritual consciousness is spread throughout every corner of the Zhao family.
If it weren't for Yang Tian's keen perception, he might not have noticed their existence.
After pondering for a while, Yang Tian not only did not restrain his voice, but instead expanded his spiritual energy by a generation and jumped directly from the city wall.
Following his actions, the four powerful men of the Zhao family suddenly opened their eyes, and a look of solemnity flashed on their faces.
Entering Zhao's house so undisguisedly is no different from entering the Zhao family openly.
This man's spiritual power was unfamiliar and he had never seen his appearance before. He was obviously not from a high-class family.
Could it be...
As soon as Yang Tian entered the inner courtyard, a black figure chased him from a distance, and then a burst of spiritual power exploded in front of him.
"Peng!"
After a loud noise, the bluestone slab under Yang Tian's feet exploded into a deep hole.
But he had already fallen far away and landed on a tree pavilion not far away.
"Who is coming?"
The one who spoke was a powerful person from the Zhao family.
He has gray hair, a few wrinkles on his face, and looks very serious.
He was standing directly in front of Yang Tian, with one hand behind his back, and a spiritual power hovering in the other hand, waiting for the opportunity to move.
Seeing his menacing look, Yang Tian smiled slightly.
"My name is probably familiar to the Zhao family. Why don't we invite the Zhao family to come and talk about it."
Hearing this, the man couldn't help but frown.
He looked at Yang Tian deeply, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Yang Tian?"
"I'm not talented, I'm the one below."
Yang Tian admitted it unceremoniously.
Hearing this, the man smiled even deeper, but a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
"Boy, you're the one who killed my disciple?!"
"Um?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian was stunned for a moment, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.
"Which one are you talking about?"
He had many confrontations with the Zhao family, and many of the Zhao family members died at his hands.
When this person said this, he really couldn't remember it for a moment.
Hearing this, the man's face became even more ugly.
He immediately snorted coldly, stamped his feet and rushed straight towards Yang Tian.
"I'm Zhao Xuan, little man, if you die in my hands, it's your luck!"
"Peng!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xuan's hand hit Yang Tian hard.
Seeing this, Zhao not only did not relax, but became even more vigilant.
When he just hit it, he didn't feel it in his hand, he was just afraid it would explode.
Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Yang Tian in front of him had disappeared without a trace.
This is just an afterimage.
"Snapped."
At this moment, Zhao Xuan felt a sound of breaking wind coming from behind him.
He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he felt as if something was wrapped around his ankle, making him unable to move.
"Peng."
The next moment, a palm was slapped on his heart.
"Old man, you alone are no match for me. Please find two more."
