"I ask you the same question. Do you want to commit suicide and die happily, or do you want me to do it?"
Yang Yifei said.
"Bold."
"presumptuous."
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
The people behind Wan Anjun yelled.
Mr. Hua put his hands behind his back and smiled proudly: "It seems that you don't know Mr. Hua's name. That's right. You look at your average strength, so of course you don't know."
"Very powerful?" Yang Yifei asked.
"Hmph. Mr. Hua is an elder of Taiqing Palace, a strong martial artist, and is nicknamed Thunder Hand. Do you think he is powerful or not?" Wan Anjun said proudly.
"Ha." Yang Yifei shook his head, slightly disappointed. "I thought he was the master of Taiqing Palace, but it turned out to be just an elder."
"If you dare to say such things, he will die."
"Mr. Hua has a bad temper."
"Now even the gods can't save him..."
People from Wan family said one after another.
Taiqing Palace is the largest sect in Dongshan Province. There are two masters in the sect, which are powerful in all directions.
As the largest family in Dongshan Province, the Wan family naturally cooperates closely with the Taiqing Palace. Basically, all the high-level bodyguards of the Wan Family come from the Taiqing Palace.
This Mr. Hua is the elder of Taiqing Palace, responsible for overseeing the Wan family and ensuring the safety of the Wan family.
Mr. Hua's face darkened: "You dare to insult our Taiqing Palace, you are seeking death."
He raised his hand, and there was a roar of thunder, and countless thunder and lightning surged out, densely wrapped around his hand, as if he was wearing a lightning glove.
"Mr. Hua took action."
"Kill him, beat him to death."
"First kill him, and then punish Wan Shiyi. My Wan family's reputation cannot be ruined by her."
Wan Shengli and others gritted their teeth and watched.
"watch out."
Mr. Hua stepped forward and struck out with one palm.
He is nicknamed Thunder Hand, not only because he practiced the secret method of Taiqing Palace, Thunder Fist, but also comes from the meaning of "move like thunder, strike like thunder and punish". No matter who he attacks, under a pair of thunder palms, no one can stop him.
In the end, they were all hacked to death.
"Little tricks."
Yang Yifei said disdainfully, and at the same time stretched out his right hand, clenched his five fingers, thunder and lightning exploded, and punched out.
boom!
Crackling!
The fists and palms met, and thunder and lightning flew around, falling on Wan Shengli and others nearby, causing them to twitch.
Kick, kick, kick...
Yang Yifei remained motionless while Mr. Hua took three steps back in succession. Electric light flashed on his body and his body trembled slightly.
"ah?"
Wan Anjun was dumbfounded and couldn't believe what he saw.
After a long time, he exhaled and returned to normal. He said with a gloomy face: "You have such power at a young age. Who are you?"
"You don't deserve to know." Yang Yifei said lightly.
Mr. Hua laughed angrily: "Okay, okay. I was just careless. Boy, today Mr. Hua will let you know what real martial arts is. Thunder Fist!"
He shouted loudly and clenched his fists.
thunderbolt!
Thunder suddenly appeared on his body, like the God of Thunder coming to the world. He moved his feet and teleported to Yang Yifei.
"Die!"
He yelled, raised his fists high, and smashed them down on Yang Yifei.
Yang Yifei sneered disdainfully, pinched his fingers, opened Mr. Hua's defense with a punch, and hit him in the chest.
boom!
Mr. Hua flew out and hit a tree hard, breaking the tree that the two of them could hug.
puff……
He spurted out a mouthful of blood with a trace of electric light, his face full of horror.
"How is it possible..." He was stunned and couldn't believe that he would lose to a young man who was so much younger than him.
"Mr. Hua? Mr. Hua?"
Wan An's army was horrified. Mr. Hua, who could blow up a boulder with one fist in front of them, couldn't even block another's punch.
"well."
Yang Yifei let out a lonely sigh, his face full of loneliness.
Not to mention a mere martial arts master, even a grandmaster cannot lift his spirit.
"Let's go."
He said to Wan Shiyi.
No one dared to stop them.
The two walked into Wan Shenglong's yard, and Wan Shengli suddenly shouted: "Where are Shufeng and Shuqi? They went to pick you up. You are here. Where are they?"
Wan Shufeng and Wan Shuqi were two of the people who killed Yang Yifei and others on the way.
Wan Shiyi turned around and said happily: "Of course we went to where we should go."
"Bitch, what did you do to my son?" Wan Shengli yelled crazily with his eyes about to burst.
Everyone's heart felt cold.
Really torn apart.
The mourning hall has been decorated, and the entire courtyard is completely white. The white cloth and white flags are blown by the wind, making a rattling sound, which is very scary.
Wan Shiyi said bitterly: "When my father recovers from his illness, I will make them look good."
Yang Yifei was noncommittal. He just returned Wan Shiyi's first touch. As for what happens to Wan's family in the future, it has nothing to do with him.
After receiving the news, Liang Wanyue came out early. When she saw Yang Yifei, she looked hesitant and asked, "Poetry, this gentleman is..."
Wan Shiyi said: "Mom, this is Mr. Yang, the famous doctor I hired. He can definitely cure my dad's disease."
Although Liang Wanyue didn't believe it, she didn't want to say anything more since the matter was at this point, so she said, "Let's go and rest first."
Entering the living room, Liang Wanyue was going to pour tea for Yang Yifei. Now they didn't even have a nanny here.
Wan Shiyi's hatred deepened even more.
Yang Yifei waved his hand and said: "Let's go see Mr. Wan first."
Liang Wanyue sighed inwardly, so many famous doctors can do nothing, what can you, a young man, do?
Liang Wanyue pretended to be casual and asked: "I wonder which famous doctor Mr. Yang studied under?"
Yang Yifei said: "Teach yourself."
Liang Wanyue frowned deeply and almost ordered someone to drive Yang Yifei out.
Self-study? If self-study can treat people, why do we need so many medical schools and so many elixir sects?
But at least it was her daughter's wish, so she endured it and led the two of them upstairs to Wan Shenglong's bedroom.
"My dad has always been in good health and has never even caught a cold. A few days before the accident, he suddenly complained of tiredness. I thought it was caused by overwork at work, but he suddenly fainted and ended up like this. We invited many famous doctors, including Tianshi
People from the Mansion, Changchun Valley, and the medical sage Zhang’s family have all been here, and they can’t see any problems.”
Wan Shiyi explained.
Liang Wanyue brought a thick stack of medical cases: "This is the checklist."
Yang Yifei waved his hand: "No need."
Liang Wanyue's worry added to her heart. Even a big player from the capital would have to read the checklist first. This young man was so arrogant, he might have ulterior motives.
She asked Wan Shiyi in a low voice: "Mr. Yang, what kind of reward do you need for curing your father?"
Wan Shiyi said "Ah" and said regretfully: "I haven't asked yet."
Liang Wanyue sighed, her daughter was too simple, she would be attentive to nothing, and she would be either an adulterer or a thief.
She was extremely vigilant towards Yang Yifei and was ready to call someone at any time.
Yang Yifei didn't care at all about Liang Wanyue's psychological activities. He glanced at Wan Shenglong casually and said, "It can be cured."
"Really?" Wan Shiyi said in surprise.
Yang Yifei nodded: "It's ready in just one moment."
Anger arose in Liang Wanyue's heart: "Mr. Yang, you can't be too full of words. How many people can't even identify the root cause of their disease, and you can cure them instantly?"
"Mom?" Wan Shiyi was puzzled as to why her mother's attitude was like this.
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