"Zong Xiang, follow me!" Young Master Ruofei flew up to **** Zong Xiang.

"Hum, I'm here, don't think about it." Yang Qing and Master Ruo fought.

Five or six minutes later, Yang Qing had the upper hand. If the son could only stop, he said violently: "Okay, Yang Qing, I was seriously injured this time, and I won't win you. After half a month, my injury is healed, look at me How to clean you up!"

After finishing, the son Ruofei left.

Yang Qing was shocked, because if the son was seriously injured, he could still fight Yang Qing for five or six minutes before losing. If he was in his heyday, how strong would it be?

(I don't want to be wordy, if half a month later, if the son is cured)

Half a month later, Ximenyu has returned to China. Ximen Yu sent Wang Ting, Zhou Qi and Sima Sheng home to explain to their family members. Then, Xi Menyu took Tian II back to his home.

"Tian II, my home is in front! Of course, it will be your new home in the future."

Tian II looked at a villa on the hillside thousands of kilometers away and said, "What a weird building."

"Come on, II."

At this moment, a shadow crossed the sky.

Ximenyu looked up and turned out to be a sword. The sword flew from the sky to the villa area in the middle of the mountain.

Ximenyu was shocked: "It's such a strong spiritual force that I can rely on it to control the sword."

"Huh? Who is the one following the sword?"

Behind the flying sword, followed by a man, the gas field is powerful.

Tian II closed his eyes slightly and said, "The spiritual power is indeed strong, but, Ximenyu, I'm afraid it's not as strong as yours."

"Really! Maybe."

At this time, Ximenyu saw the sword flying to Ximenyu's villa, and the man behind shouted at the same time: "Zongxiang, come out, and Yang Qing, come out for me."

Xi Menyu looked at the man's words with a stunned expression.

"Zong Xiang? Yang Qing? He went to my house. Well, I want to see who wants to make trouble at my house."

Ximenyu quickly flew to his house, and heard Yang Qing's voice before entering.

"Young Master Ruo, you are here again."

Ximenyu did not enter the house directly, but was standing on top of a tree halfway up the mountain.

Because Xi Menyu not only saw Yang Qing at his house, even Yang Qian was there.

Ximen Yu is not in a hurry, first look at what happened.

The son snorted: "Yang Qing, if I were you, immediately kneel down and beg for mercy. Last time you destroyed my good deeds, this time, I will make you remember the lesson."

"Really!" Yang Qing said.

"If you don't control yourself, you want to compete with me. Last time I was seriously injured. Otherwise, you stopped me because of you?"

"It's so arrogant, who is this son? Who seems to have heard the name!" Ximen Yu secretly said.

Yang Qian's binocular tiger stared at Young Master Ruo and rebuked: "Young Master Ruo, I advise you not to mess up, Jingmen hasn't your turn to be arrogant. How could Zong Xiang like you, just your character, tell you, today you Hugh wants to take Zong Xiang away, you better not ask yourself for bullying."

"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha." If the young man laughed loudly, he disdained: "Just rely on Yang Qing to stop me?"

"How dare you say that my brother is waste." Yang Qian looked very angry, but she was not angry.

Standing at the top of the big tree in the upper left corner of the villa, Ximenyu saw the following situation clearly, and also understood it a little bit. If the son wanted to grab Zongxiang, Yang Qian and her brother helped stop it.

To Ximenyu's surprise, Yang Qing's strength is the thirteenth level of genes, and Ximenyu is like him. Ximen Yu sighed, because in the heart of Ximen Yu, Yang Qian and Yang Qing brothers and sisters have always been idol seniors, but I did not expect to catch up with them. Moreover, compared with Yang Qian, Ximenyu is higher than her realm.

Yang Qian is only a twelfth-order gene at the moment, weaker than Ximen Yu. Xi Menyu looked at Yang Qian and could clearly feel much stronger than her.

This kind of feeling is really bad. Watching the strong man I once worshipped becomes a small person weaker than myself.

The son snorted.

"Too lazy to talk to you, Zong Xiang, follow me!"

If the young man rolls his hands, his sleeves will instantly grow long, and the cloth will spread across the sky, and Zhao Zongxiang will sweep away.

"what!"

"Bang Bang!" Master Xi Menyu was ejected at once, and even Yang Qian flew out.

Only Yang Qing resisted.

Yang Qian was very worried. The reputation of Young Master Ruo had been known before. As soon as he shot, he knew that his strength was not blown. He was just a level lower than him, and he could not resist at all.

Zong Xiang screamed and was rolled up by his son Ruo's cloth.

"Huh!" If the young man **** the Zongxiang roll as a cover, he would bear it on his shoulder.

Yang Qing's angry sword was slashed, and the air seemed like a chopped waterfall.

"Humph!" Young Master Ruo carried the bundled Zongxiang in one hand, waved it in one hand, and slashed out a flying sword, using his mental power to control the flying sword, and flew away.

Ximen Yu and Tian II stood at the top of the tree in the upper right corner of the villa and looked at the villa in the fighting.

Tian II asked: "They should be your loved ones, are you not ready to help?"

Ximen Yudao: "Don't worry, I want to see how strong this son is, even Yang Qing is losing money. It should be a big enemy. Learn more about it is not a bad thing. In short, he never wants to take my sister, Ask me before I talk."

Heaven II no longer speaks, though.

Ximenyu kept watching, and after about a minute, Yang Qing was clearly at a disadvantage.

Tian II said: "The Yang Qing you said was obviously not able to fight. The most important thing is that if the young man Ruo did not do his best, he wanted to deliberately deal with Yang Qing and deliberately play with him. If he wants to show his full strength, I'm afraid Yang Qing has lost early."

Ximenyu nodded his head, and Tian II deserved to be a master. With his twelfth order vision, he was able to see the situation clearly.

For the first time, Ximenyu felt that Yang Qing, who was once an idol in his heart, did not seem to be as powerful as he had imagined.

Suddenly, the son said: "Okay, I won't play with you anymore, Yang Qing, it's time for you to eat and learn. It's a lesson for you to do more business."

"Bang!" If the young man didn't know how he shot suddenly, a huge suction sucked Yang Qing into his palm, and then gave a big hand.

Yang Qing seemed completely unable to resist.

"Ah!" Instantly flew away, knocking down a wall of the villa, and at the same time he couldn't stop vomiting blood.

Only listen to the disdainful voice of the son: "No, do you want to stop me? Something you can't do."

"Brother!" Yang Qian rushed into the ruins and took Yang Qing out.

Yang Qing was covered with dust and blood, and his face was pale. Although he was not seriously injured, he was not injured. He already knew that he would definitely not beat the son.