"You arrogant and ignorant junior, how dare you yell at me." The ancestor of the Qi family smiled coldly, his face suddenly darkened again, and he shouted at Fang Xiaoyu: "You are just a person in the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core. Even if there is a conspiracy,
So what if they are protected by gods? I can wipe them out with a thousand waves."
As he spoke, he could be seen using Hunyuan Qi to condense into a wall of Qi that was two meters high.
"Really? It seems that you don't know this Yin God very well!" Fang Xiaoyu smiled lightly, and then casually shouted to General Zuo and Eighteen Yin Arhats on the side: "General Zuo, Ten
Eight Yin Arhats. Form a formation!"
"yes!"
All the Yin Arhats responded in unison, and one by one drew out the samurai swords at their waists.
Nineteen rays of sword light were like bright mirrors, dazzling people's eyes. In front of each sword light was a thick sword energy.
Looking at this horrific scene, the ancestor of the Qi family turned pale with horror.
Just when he was in shock and doubt, he saw the nineteen sword qi gathering together and slashing down the wall of zhenqi in front of him.
"Wow!"
With a loud noise, the Qi wall in front of the ancestor of the Qi family was instantly cut through by the powerful sword energy.
"This... what on earth is this?" The ancestor of the Qi family stared at Fang Xiaoyu with his eyes wide open in disbelief. There was already a hint of fear in his eyes.
"This is the Eighteen Yin Arhats. After forming a formation, they are equivalent to a Nascent Soul stage master. And this General Zuo is already a quasi-Nascent Soul stage master. The combination of these nineteen people is equivalent to two Nascent Soul stage masters.
There are masters in the infant stage. I think it won't be difficult for them to destroy you, right?" Fang Xiaoyu replied with an indifferent expression.
"What? Two Nascent Soul stage masters?" The Qi family ancestor's face was ashen, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"Yes, the combination of nineteen people is equivalent to the strength of two masters in the early stage of Nascent Soul." Fang Xiaoyu sat down calmly and looked straight ahead.
"So, this is what you rely on!" The murderous look in the eyes of the ancestor of the Qi family suddenly faded.
He carefully looked at the eighteen Yin Arhats and the Zuo General in front of him, and couldn't help but tremble slightly in his heart. He sighed secretly: It seems that tonight's revenge will not be avenged! Where does this kid come from, and there are so many
Yin soldiers, and they are so capable of fighting?
The ancestor of the Qi family looked at Fang Xiaoyu for several minutes before he saw him calmly raise his face and asked Fang Xiaoyu: "Our Qi family has no grudge against you, why do you want to kill my son?"
"Because he deserves to die! He threatened my woman and colluded with people from the Japanese Witchcraft Society to destroy my Chinese dragon vein. Even if he died ten thousand times, he would not be able to make up for the losses he caused to China." Fang Xiaoyu's cold eyes fell on Qi
On the face of the ancestor, he shouted coldly: "Even if you come, I will still kill him."
"What? Cut off the Chinese dragon vein?" After hearing Fang Xiaoyu's words, the ancestor of the Qi family shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, this is impossible. There is no way my son Qi Wankai would do such a thing. There is no way he would do it.
To collude with the Japanese."
These words seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be explaining something to Fang Xiaoyu. At this moment, his eyes were full of suspicion. Fang Xiaoyu had already seen from the old man's eyes that he seemed to have a deep concern for his son.
He didn't know what he was doing.
"Hmph! Old man Qi, you are hiding in seclusion and pretending to be dead. You have been elusive and have not been out of the world for nearly ten years. I'm afraid you don't know anything about your family's affairs. How do you know that your son can't be related to people from the Japanese Witchcraft Society?
Collusion?" Mr. Leng asked angrily.
"This..." The ancestor of the Qi family gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He really didn't know the operation of the family business in the past ten years, let alone what his son was doing outside.
After a few seconds of silence, the ancestor of the Qi family took a deep breath, pointed at Fang Xiaoyu, and said angrily: "If my son really does something that betrays the country, then he deserves to die. But if anyone dares to frame my son,
, even if he is the King of Heaven, I will kill him till I bend down and let him pay with blood. Boy, I will let you go for now. When I find out the truth of the matter, I will naturally find you."
After saying that, the ancestor of the Qi family looked at Qi Wankai who was lying in a pool of blood, and shed two lines of tears.
After a while, I saw him. He took out a piece of cloth from the belt around his waist, threw it on the ground, rolled up Qi Wankai's body, and immediately put the body into the cloth and carried it on his shoulders.
"Son! Dad has taken you home. If you are innocent, Dad will never let your blood be shed in vain. Leave!"
After saying that, he suddenly saw Qi Wankai tap his left foot lightly on the ground, and then he jumped several feet away.
Looking at the departing figure of the ancestor of the Qi family, Mr. Leng shouted to the forest: "Head of the Song family, come out!"
"I..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Aobei's face as he walked out of the dark forest.
"Old Leng, are you okay?" Song Aobei asked with a smile.
"I think you have seen what happened just now, right?" Mr. Leng asked coldly.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" Song Aobei forced a smile towards Mr. Leng and said: "I just heard that a tree fell in the house, so I brought my men over to take a look. Who knew that this place has become such a mess?
Unexpectedly, it was Mr. Leng who was practicing martial arts with Mr. Fang. Don’t worry, since you two are guests of our Song family, we will naturally not ask anything about the things you broke. Haha! If nothing happens, you two
Go back to your room and rest early!”
When he said this, Song Aobei felt extremely guilty. He was afraid that Old Master Leng would notice that he was the one who informed the ancestor of the Qi family. The reason why he pretended not to know anything was because he was afraid of the strength of Old Man Leng and Fang Xiaoyu.
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"If that's the case, then I'll take Xiaoyu back to my guest room to rest first! Xiaoyu, let's go, you can take Xue Li to my guest room to rest together! The Song family has arranged a three-bedroom apartment for me.
I live alone in a small villa. It's lonely. If you have more people, it will be more lively. Let's go!" Mr. Leng smiled and winked at Fang Xiaoyu, obviously there was something in his words.
"Okay! Let's go. I'll collect the Yin Arhat and General Zuo in front of me. However, General Zuo is a bit big. I'm afraid it won't be able to hold it with the spirit raising ring. I have to use the weapon raising pot to collect it." Fang Xiaoyu clicked.
He nodded, used his mind to take out the military pot from his waist, pulled out the cork, and shouted: "Take it!"
As streaks of light and shadow flashed by, they soon saw the eighteen Yin Arhats and General Zuo transforming into blue smoke and getting into the military pot on Fang Xiaoyu's waist.
Looking at this strange scene, Song Aobei's face turned pale, and he felt extremely regretful. He regretted that he should not have offended Fang Xiaoyu before.
The guests and the Song family who were hiding in the woods and watching quietly were frightened by the scene before them, and they retreated out of the garden one by one. They started talking in low voices as they walked.
"I'm going to Song's house. Is it haunted tonight?"
"It seemed that the Qi family member was dead just now. But in the blink of an eye, he disappeared again. It seems that this garden is really haunted."
"Oh my god! I can't live here anymore. I'd better leave the Song family as soon as possible!"
Some timid guests have decided to leave the Song family in the middle of the night. (To be continued)