Almost everyone in the Yang family on the second floor saw what happened in the lobby on the first floor, but what they saw was somewhat different from the facts.
Because Yang Huang had killed people too quickly before, all they could see in their eyes was that Yang Huang was still standing there. Yang Ruiheng inexplicably covered his throat and fell to the ground, and then lost his life breath.
But they saw that before Yang Ruiheng fell, Yang Guozhong suddenly appeared with his arms raised and emitted a terrifying energy wave, so they all naturally believed that Yang Guozhong killed their cousin.
The people on the second floor did not dare to discuss it at all, because Yang Guozhong had an absolutely dominant position in the Yang family, and no one dared to provoke him. If Yang Ruiheng was killed by Yang Huang, there would be a lot of scolding, but if Yang Guozhong killed him, then
No one dared to say a word that Yang Ruiheng should die.
This is the most unfair part of the world. Some people do extreme things, but everyone takes them for granted. Some people do very ordinary things, but they are regarded as treason.
Yang Huang is often regarded as a rebellious person, so he even hates this family and all the relatives in the family. This is why he stays in the corpse disposal center all year round, but is happy where he is.
He strolled up to the second floor. The layout here was different from the hall on the first floor. There were many rooms here, but there was still a hall. The hall was magnificent, with a large round table in the middle, with twenty or thirty seats.
Next to the round table, there are two rows of long tables. The long tables are very long and have many seats.
Since the sudden change of the earth, the ranking of the Yang family has also changed. Seats are arranged based on talent and strength. Those with high strength and talent, even young people, are qualified to sit at the round table. Those with poor strength, even the older generation.
, and can only make long tables on both sides.
"Son, you sit here." Yang Guozhong's body seemed to be able to travel through space. He suddenly appeared on the main seat of the round table and motioned to Yang Huang to sit next to him.
"Cousin, I don't think he's qualified to sit at the round table!" A middle-aged man frowned when he saw Yang Guozhong's behavior and couldn't help but speak.
"I said he would sit here, and he would sit here. Where did you get so many opinions?" Yang Guozhong frowned, glared at the middle-aged man, and spoke in a cold tone.
It can be seen that Yang Guozhong has absolute dominance among the many relatives in this family, and his words are like the emperor's golden words.
The middle-aged man did not dare to talk back, but gave Yang Huang a resentful look.
Yang Huang didn't care. He walked towards Yang Guozhong generously and sat next to him. He still respected his father.
Time passed by, and there were a total of twenty-eight seats on the round table, which were gradually filled. During this period, Yang Huang's sister Yang Xiaoyan also came. She pursed her lips and looked at Yang Huang, with dissatisfaction in her eyes.
She was still angry about how Yang Huang and He Yiqiu knocked her out last time.
What surprised Yang Huang was that after a while, a young man with an extraordinary temperament and wearing a black Taoist uniform also appeared here and sat on the round table. Everyone around him had no objections and instead showed his face.
A respectful face.
This person is He Yiqiu who entered the ruins of the Immortal Mansion in the Far West with Yang Huang.
Unexpectedly, he was also taken out of the ruins. It seems that today's dinner is very important.
You must know that He Yiqiu is not a person with the surname Yang. He can only be regarded as representing the Yiyuan Dao Sect because he is the leader of the younger generation of the Yiyuan Dao Sect.
He Yiqiu chose to sit next to Yang Huang, and after sitting down, he spoke immediately.
"I didn't expect such a big thing to happen to Yiyuan Daozong. After this matter is dealt with, our agreement will continue. In addition, congratulations." He Yiqiu said in a low voice. He did not choose to send a message, and he did not intend to hide it anyway.
Relationship with Yang Huang.
"Congratulations, Mao. And is this a big deal? Isn't it just a family wedding with a girl? It's no big deal." Yang Huang said nonchalantly. As soon as he said his words, there were sounds from all around.
A contemptuous look.
"You don't know that Liu Qing, who is engaged to you this time, is not an ordinary person. She is the most likely person to become the leader of the Yuqing Dao Sect in the future. Being related to her is equivalent to owning the entire Yuqing Dao Sect!" He Yiqiu
After this trip to the west, he and Yang Huang have become somewhat familiar. No matter whether the two of them will part ways or even become enemies after achieving their respective goals, at least the two of them are united now.
"I don't even know what the Yuqing Dao Sect is!" Yang Huang said softly.
"Bold maniac! You simply don't know the heights of the sky!" A roar of thunder came from the distance.
Yang Huang forgot that the five senses and six consciousnesses of monks are extremely strong. Although his voice is very low, monks with more advanced cultivation can clearly hear him from hundreds of meters away.
After this roar came, a woman and an old man walked up the stairs to the second floor.
This old man has white hair and a white beard. He is wearing simple linen clothes, and they are of ancient style.
That woman looked astonishing. She was wearing a veil, and her face was covered with a light mist of true energy. Her specific appearance could not be seen clearly, but her skin was fair and crystal clear, and she had a pretty figure.
It's perfect and uneven.
Yang Huang only glanced at the woman and then shifted his gaze. From his eyes, he could easily see that the woman was a clone.
Of course he knew that the woman who appeared here at this time and was so shocking must be Liu Qing, the so-called proud daughter of the Yuqing Taoist Sect.
But the other party only came as a clone. Yang Huang didn't care, but his father was also here. Liu Qing's behavior seemed to be disrespectful of etiquette, so his first impression of this woman was not very good.
.
Since the other party doesn't respect you, there is no need for you to respect the other party.
"Whether I am a bold lunatic or not, it is not for you, an old man who is about to enter the coffin, to judge." Yang Huang did not speak softly this time, but spoke loudly, as if he was afraid that the other party would not hear.
The old man next to Liu Qing was sallow and thin, with not much muscle left in his skin. His skin was very loose and his bones were curved. His back was severely curved, and he even had age spots on his face.
After Yang Huang broke through the third level of physical body, his naked eyes were no worse than the monk's heavenly eyes. He could tell at a glance that the old man's life was short.
The other party's realm has reached the third-level golden elixir, which means that the other party has lived for a thousand years. An old monster who has lived for a thousand years can't break through the third-level cultivation. He is basically a waste.
"Presumptuous! How could the Yang family give birth to such an arrogant waste like you!" The old man's complexion changed drastically, but his skin was drooping so much that it was difficult to see the change in his complexion.
"Who are you calling a waste? You, a guy who has been practicing for a thousand years and is only a third-level golden elixir, dare to keep saying that others are waste? Are you telling a joke?" Yang Huang showed no mercy to the other party at all.
On the other hand, he was not afraid of the opponent taking action. How could a third-level golden elixir monk with a lifespan of only a few years be his opponent?
"Brother, don't cause trouble." He Yiqiu twitched the corner of his mouth. He knew that Yang Huang was very powerful, and he could also see that Yang Huang's aura was completely different from the previous few days. He should have made a breakthrough in the ruins of the Immortal Mansion.
But he knew Liu Qing's identity, and there was a Yuqing Dao Sect behind her!
Even if it is an old slave next to this woman, she cannot be provoked.
Even though He Yiqiu's talents are terrible, he has not been a person with a strong background since he was a child. He has earned everything by himself.
Yang Huang doesn't care about this. He only knows that respect is mutual. Once someone breaks the balance, respect will cease to exist.
"Okay, okay, Yang Guozhong, don't you care if you give birth to such an uneducated son?" The old man stretched out his wrinkled palm and pointed at Yang Guozhong, who was sitting at the head of the round table, with a trembling tone.
Yang Huang frowned and almost made a move, but was blocked by a force. He turned around and saw Yang Guozhong sitting calmly, shaking his head towards Yang Huang.
"Hu Yi, how many years have we not seen each other? When I first entered the path of spiritual practice, you also guided me in my practice." Yang Guozhong's face was full of smiles, and he took the initiative to stand up and go to the old man's luggage.
"Yes, forty years have passed in the blink of an eye." Hu Yi seemed to be lost in thought.
Yang Huang, who was sitting aside, was shocked. He looked at Yang Guozhong in disbelief.
In peaceful times, Yang Guozhong had always been working hard in the officialdom and did not show any aura of a monk. After the sudden change in the world, Yang Huang felt its power when he saw him for the first time. At that time, Yang Huang was still in the
In the foundation-building realm, he thought that his father should be a monk in the golden elixir realm, but later he realized that his father was far beyond the golden elixir realm.
With such a high level of cultivation, and most of his cultivation time was in peaceful times, Yang Huang originally thought that Yang Guozhong was very old, and might have lived for thousands of years, but from his conversation with Hu Yi, it was clear that Yang Guozhong had only cultivated for a total of
for forty years.
Yang Huang remembered that his father should be fifty-three years old, which meant that the age he knew was Yang Guozhong's true age.
So this is very scary. He is only fifty-three years old, and his cultivation has already surpassed the golden elixir realm. What a terrifying talent is this?
You must know that monks with the Nine Transformation Golden Pill can live for three thousand years. That is because the cultivation after the Golden Pill will become extremely difficult, and the advancement to the realm will be as slow as a turtle.
"Yang Guozhong, you haven't answered me yet. Aren't you going to do something about your uneducated son?" The old man sighed for a while, then turned the conversation again and pointed it at Yang Huang.
Yang Guozhong shook his head gently, his expression unchanged.
"Hu Yi, times have changed. My son is right. You are the real loser."
"What did you say? Hahaha! I finally understand. Like father, like son. You two, father and son, have the same virtue!" The old man suddenly laughed and kept shaking his head.
"Master, look..." The old man turned his head and bowed his head respectfully to the woman beside him for instructions.
"Yang Guozhong, I think you should know the purpose of my coming here today, but... I didn't originally intend to come here to kill people, but I just criticized your son's attitude towards my slaves. If you don't give me an explanation today,
, I will never give up!" Liu Qing's voice was very pleasant, like the sound of nature, but the words she said made many people present change their expressions.
The old man named Hu Yi called Yang Guozhong by his real name. There was nothing he could do about it. Although Hu Yi was not very advanced, he had lived for a thousand years, and Yang Guozhong was only fifty-three years old.
But Liu Qing, a twenty-year-old young woman, dared to call Yang Guozhong by his first name, which was unacceptable.
Yang Huang's arm shook, and the Black God Sword appeared in his left hand. The old man and the young man in front of him made him no longer want to endure it.
"Then tell me, what kind of explanation do you want?" Yang Guozhong waved his arm, stopped Yang Huang, and said with a smile.
"Cut off the limbs of this good-for-nothing and hang him outside Hanjing for three days and three nights. I don't have to worry about what happened today." Liu Qing's voice was cold, and her eyes hidden under the mist seemed to glance at Yang Huang.
A cold breath filled the surroundings.
"You really don't know how to live or die, you are so stupid, does your mother know?" After the other party finished speaking, Yang Huang's body had disappeared from his seat. This time Yang Guozhong did not stop him.
"If you dare to be disrespectful to me again, it won't be the condition I just said!" Liu Qing didn't know that Yang Huang had left his seat, spoke to the shadow on the seat, and released pressure.
Liu Qing's original strength has already reached the realm of the third-turn golden elixir. Now even if a clone comes, he still has the strength of the three-flower gathering. In her opinion, the realm of the three-flower gathering can completely sweep all the Yang family.
The younger generation.
"Yeah?"
"I don't like people talking to me with their faces covered, so it's better for you to show your true face!" When Yang Huang spoke, he had already appeared in front of Liu Qing, but the other party hadn't reacted yet.
Yang Huang flicked his right hand and took off Liu Qing's veil, but her face was still covered with a layer of mist.
"Why hide your face? Could it be that you are so ugly that you are afraid of scaring passers-by?" Yang Huang said as he slapped Liu Qing on the face.
Bang!
Liu Qing was pressed by Yang Huang. Not only did the fog on her face clear, but her body also retreated more than ten steps to the wall behind her. She dragged the wall behind her with both hands, and all the energy in her body gathered on her back.
, finally absorbed all the remaining energy from Yang Huang's press.
At this time, Yang Huang saw Liu Qing's appearance clearly. She was indeed well-deserved. This woman's facial features seemed to have been drawn stroke by stroke with the highest-grade pen, giving her a feeling of beauty as if she were a fairy.
But Yang Huang didn't care about this. He turned his attention to Hu Yi beside him.
"Did you just say that I'm a waste and uneducated? In this world, trouble comes from the mouth. I didn't expect that you have lived for a thousand years and still don't understand this truth. A thousand years of life is like a dog!"
"As Yang Huang spoke, the sword in his hand was trembling slightly.
The Black Divine Sword did not move, but an invisible sword aura floated out from the tip of the sword. The aura of this sword aura was not hidden. On the contrary, the moment the sword aura appeared, a terrifying sense of chilling filled the air.
The entire second floor.
Hu Yi has been in the third-turn golden elixir realm for nearly a thousand years. He has no fighting power at all. If he really faced a monk in the same realm, he would even be killed in one blow.
Yang Huang's specific strength is actually a little stronger than that of ordinary monks with three-turn golden elixir, so the opponent cannot resist his sword energy at all.
Hu Yi didn't even have time to say anything. His head had separated from his body and flew directly to the ceiling. After a hard impact, it rolled to the ground.
"Living for a thousand years is indeed different. Even the blood stinks." Yang Huang covered his nose and cast his gaze on Liu Qing not far away.