C138 The Furious Yang Qiu
C138 The Furious Yang Qiu
"It's over. How could it be like this?"
The backbone of the three people, Senior Brother Chen, changed his expression even more. He hurriedly took out his phone from the Hundred Treasure Bag behind him and dialed:
"Budda Son, something bad has happened. That old bastard from the Yang family has the defensive magic tool that Yang Qiu gave you. Now that the old bastard is dead and his defensive magic tool is broken, I'm afraid that Yang Qiu will know about our plan soon. "
"Bastard!"
In a quiet manor in the suburbs of Shang Hai, there was a handsome man with a clear face. A slender young monk wearing a moon white robe suddenly changed the color of his face.
"Budda Son, we are now. . . !"
"What a useless bastard! What did I say to you? I didn't want you to kill him with the hostages in my hands, you. . . ! "
The next generation of Sect Master in the Lv Sect, Budda Son Bo Ruo's entire body was emitting a deadly aura of death. He shouted at the other end of the phone:
"Get the hell back here right now!"
After hanging up the phone, Bo Ruo looked at the phone in his hand with an incomparably cold expression. After that, he dialed the number.
"Heartbroken. Are you coming or not? A few pieces of trash messed up the plan! "
On the other end of the phone, there were also some young people wearing snow-white robes. What was different from Boro was that his long black hair had already reached his waist.
"Hehe, failed? It doesn't matter even if he failed. Could it be that you are afraid of a Yang Qiu?"
Bo Ruo's voice turned cold as he said in an indifferent tone.
" Why would I be afraid of a mere rogue cultivator who doesn't belong to any sect? I'm worried that Ji Qinghee from the Number One Department has already arrived in the Jiangnan area. If there's anything wrong with his mind, it will be difficult for me to help Yang Qiu. "
Young Master Duanchang smiled faintly and asked.
"How many people do you have with you?"
Bo Ruo coldly harrumphed and said.
"People from Wonderful Sound Sect and Secret Sect. Two of them are at the low level of the Golden Core Realm and six of them are at the high level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. There are more than thirty of them, from the high level of the Refinement Realm to the middle level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. "
Young Master Duanchang chuckled on the other end of the phone. He sounded a little sarcastic.
"When did Budda Son of Lv Sect become so timid? Why did he bring so many experts with him?"
Bo Ruo snorted coldly again and said angrily,
"Could it be that you have forgotten our agreement? This time, we are not only here to kill this Yang Qiu, but also to keep that Ji Qinghee here. "
On the other side of the phone, Young Master Duanchang smiled again. He glanced at the blind Hwa Yan and said:
"This was our decision before we came, but now, I have changed my mind. "
Bo Ruo was furious.
"You. . . You. . . Deserve to die! Are you f * cking playing with me?"
Young Master Duanchang was not angry at all on the other end of the phone. Instead, he said lightly:
"Didn't you get the news? Tonight, Yang Qiu beat up Ji Qinghee until he was covered in dirt. According to his analysis, Yang Qiu even retained a portion of his strength. Do you think that even if we work together. . . Tsk tsk, what a failure. You actually don't know the news yet, and you're still trying to mess with Yang Qiu's men? And you failed? Let me see. . . How did it end?"
"Damn it!!!"
Bo Ruo was suddenly stunned.
The phone in his hand directly turned into a cloud of smoke.
A deathly aura of death was like an incomparably sharp knife in the room, cutting everything in the room into powder.
Just as the jade pendant on Uncle Chen's body broke, Yang Qiu, who was talking to Ji Qinghee in Old Master Lin's study, had a drastic change in expression.
"Uncle Chen! No!"
Ji Qinghee was shocked. When he raised his head, he saw Yang Qiu's eyes suddenly turn blood red. After that, an incomparably violent sword qi shot out from his hand, rolling and surging from his body. That sword qi instantly made Ji Qinghee's face turn pale.
What a strong killing intent!
A green wind wrapped around Yang Qiu's body. He did not hide anything anymore. The Heaven Seeking Sword suddenly turned into a three feet long sword and he stepped on it. Then, he broke through Old Master Lin's study. A sword light rose from the sky, bringing out a dazzling green tail and disappeared into the night sky.
Ji Qinghee's jaw almost dropped.
Flying on a sword?
This was an ability that only Nascent Soul experts had.
Damn it!!
Just how much strength did this fellow conceal?
What had happened? Causing him to go berserk?
Ji Qinghee only hesitated for a second before he disappeared from where he stood.
From the Lin family to the Yang family. Yang Qiu only used less than 20 seconds.
Uncle Chen was one of the most important people by his side. Of course, he wouldn't forget to give him a Storage Ring and a defensive magic weapon. Anyone below the Golden Core Stage level would never be able to break through the defense, but now, Yu Jue was broken.
Yang Qiu's heart was broken. He looked at Uncle Chen, who was lying in a pool of blood, and his tears gushed out like a fountain.
"Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen!"
No matter how Yang Qiu shouted, it was all in vain.
Uncle Chen's soul had completely dissipated. He even collected Uncle Chen's soul, giving Uncle Chen no chance to transform into a ghost.
Yang Qiu hugged Uncle Chen tightly, letting his tears fall on his face.
In his heart, Uncle Chen's position had even replaced his grandfather's. Back then, his grandfather was the one who supported the entire family. Most of the time, it was Uncle Chen who had brought Yang Qiu along. Now, Uncle Chen was dead.
Uncle Chen had committed suicide.
Yang Qiu's entire body was trembling.
How was this possible?
Before Yang Qiu returned, the three men from the Wonderful Sound Sect had already fled in a panic. The three corpses on the ground were too late to deal with them. When Yang Qiu returned, he had caused a huge commotion. The dazzling jade-green flame streaked across the sky and landed in the backyard of the Yang family. It had long alarmed all the men from the Yang family.
When the Yang Family arrived, they were dumbfounded by what they saw.
Yang Shixiong was walking at the front of the crowd. He suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted with a frightened expression on his face.
"What is going on? What's going on?"
Yang Mingsheng and a few other men were about to touch Yang Mingshan and his wife's bodies when Yang Qiu shouted coldly.
"Get lost!"
Yang Mingsheng and the others who were frightened by Yang Qiu's imposing manner immediately retreated obediently.
Yang Qiu slowly wiped away the tears on his face. With an expressionless face, he put down Uncle Chen's warm body and picked up the broken jade pendant from the ground.
Looking at the broken jade pendant, Yang Qiu suddenly smiled coldly. Then, he put the two pieces of jade pendant together. He raised his palm and a Spiritual Power was slowly poured into the jade pendant.
A 3D image appeared in front of Yang Qiu and the people of Yang family.
From the time Yang Mingshan and his wife humbly asked for guidance, to Yang Ziteng and his men breaking into the room, to Du Yumei being humiliated and killing herself, and then to Uncle Chen committing suicide, everything was clear at a glance.
Yang Shixiong was scared silly by Yang Qiu's means. He wanted to escape, but his feet could not move at all.
"Yang Shixiong. "
Yang Qiu looked at Yang Shixiong indifferently. His eyes were like those of a poisonous snake that had taken revenge.
"You, very well. Uncle Chen hopes that you will not die too quickly. Hehehehe!"
Yang Shixiong was so scared that he wet his pants. He fell to the ground in a panic.
"No! No! No. . . Follow me. No. . . ! "
Before Yang Shixiong could finish his sentence, he had already fainted.