The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice.

And this is the exact news he got.

To be precise, it has been implemented. There are 56 people in the Yang family and 38 people are missing.

There were eighteen people left, and the person who called said he could not contact him, but he had not confirmed it yet.

But the man no longer dared to tell me.

Because he clearly saw that the old man's face was as gloomy as if water could drip out.

"You did it?"

Old Yang's eyes instantly fell on Lin Xiaotian.

Then he said in anger: "The young man of the Lin family is not as good as his family. Are you playing with fire?"

Hearing this sentence, Lin Xiaotian immediately smiled.

He suddenly stood up.

He spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "I have been traveling here. I don't know what you mean. What does it have to do with your family if they can't find it?"

"I said what happened? You know?" Old Yang snorted.

"Is that so, did I say something? I forgot what I said just now." Lin Xiaotian smiled.

"you--"

Seeing Lin Xiaotian like this, he could already be convinced that the missing people of the Yang family were killed by Lin Xiaotian.

Before, everyone in the Yang family in Jiangcheng was assassinated, and it was controlled by the killer king of Hell. This person has this strength.

Regardless of whether this kid is the King of Hell or not, there must be connections. Apart from that, only this can be explained.

Not to mention the Yang family, there are masters of heaven, at least there are masters. Except for those who can be controlled by the level of the King of Hell, who else can do it?

"and--"

At this moment, Lin Xiaotian narrowed his eyes.

A cold light slowly burst out from the slits of his eyes, and his voice sounded in a low voice: "You told me that the disaster is not as good as your family, what qualifications do you have?

In the Yanjing incident, you used Yanzifang to force the palace, and you used Su Wenrou to force me. Now you tell me this, are you worthy of it?"

"you--"

Old Yang was angry.

"Old Yang, don't think too much. The three masters of the Heavenly Dao, plus Brother Shenlong, can't kill this son? As long as you capture him, the Yang family will naturally be safe and sound."

Just then, a man in white walked out.

The man is about forty or fifty years old, with a very stature and a light gait. He looks like an internal master.

He is also one of the masters of heaven who followed Mr. Yang.

Then, his eyes fell on Lin Xiaotian.

Then he said: "Boy, your talent is unfair. Practicing well is the right way. If you act in a high-profile manner, you will destroy yourself. You have a talent and are versatile."

"I know you."

Lin Xiaotian looked at the man in white and sneered.

"The third generation leader of Baji Palm, who entered the Tao at the age of 38, has mediocre qualifications. Now it should be just the early stage of the Heavenly Dao. He has lost all his face. Now you jump out first. Could it be that you want to kill me to prove the Tao? What qualifications do you have?"

"Elegant!"

After hearing Lin Xiaotian's words, the man was angry.

But then he snorted: "Two old friends, let me kill this son."

“Let’s wait.”

The dragon waved his hand and stopped several people.

"Would Brother Shenlong also take action?" the man said in surprise.

The dragon shook his head.

He glanced at Old Yang and said, "Old Yang, let me solve it."

"That depends on Senior Shenlong." Old Yang nodded in conviction.

The dragon then came to Lin Xiaotian.

He looked at Lin Xiaotian with praise in his eyes.

"Last time in Yanjing, I thought I value you enough, but I didn't expect that you have already been a wise man and really out of your own.

Now you have killed Yang Wuji, killed the master of heavenly path, and proved your own way. No matter whether you are right or wrong, now you have gained fame and you have everything you should have. Why bother to implicate the Yang family? Let them go.”

"You have no eyes on your fists and feet. Yang Wuji's skills are not as good as others. You can't be sad about death. Senior Shenlong, can you use me as a young man to say these?"

"It's true that death is not worth cherishing. Mr. Yang and I will talk about it carefully and deal with it with the compromise. What if the Yang family lets go?"

"Not good!" Lin Xiaotian shook his head.

"If this is your trump card and threaten Mr. Yang, I really look down on you..."

"There is no need to be high-minded or not. I am not a hero or a hero. I don't need to be high-minded." Lin Xiaotian shook his head again.

"So what if you threaten this? Not to mention those three masters of heaven, I am the only one. Are you sure you have the enemy?" Shenlong sighed.

He thought he was giving Lin Xiaotian a way out.

But Lin Xiaotian did not appreciate it.

Standing proudly, he said slowly: "Scholars should treat each other with admiration for three days after they are separated. Senior Shenlong, don't look at people in their eyes."

Lin Xiaotian's expression stagnated, his energy sinks into his Dantian, and he shouts softly.

"Old bald donkey, since he is here, why not show up?"

Standing at the top of the demon subduing, Lin Xiaotian's voice was like rolling thunder, whistling out, shaking the mountains.

On the mountain path, a figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The monk walked up with a cane.

"Those people didn't let me take the cable car and said that they were blocked. I'm so tired."

The monk walked to Lin Xiaotian and sat down.

He muttered very depressedly.

Then he looked up at Lin Xiaotian and said, "Otherwise I'll come earlier."

"It's okay." Lin Xiaotian waved his hand.

"One eyebrow?"

When he saw this old monk, the dragon's face suddenly looked solemn.

"The 49th generation of layman Luo Han in Shaolin, Master Yimei?"

The other three masters of Heavenly Dao around Old Yang also changed their color.

"Looking at their appearance, the old bald donkey, it seems that you are quite good-looking." Lin Xiaotian said with a smile.

"Don't you know?"

He curled his eyebrows, he was too lazy to talk to this kid.

Lin Xiaotian smiled.

Then he looked at the Yang family, and a sense of arrogance arose, his anger sinks into his dantian and sneer.

"How much chance do you have to win now?"

Lin Xiaotian's words are heartbroken.

Several masters of the Heavenly Dao stopped talking.

Master Yimei is a Taoist entrepreneur with Shenlong. Although he is only in his forties or fifties, this is just his appearance. His actual age should be sixty and sixty.

After decades of entering the Taoism, there are also blessings of Shaolin’s advanced martial arts. It is unknown what kind of cultivation you are now.

Shenlong also frowned.

This was the first time he frowned.

Because he did feel a little trouble.

If they were 100% sure before coming, then now they are only 60%.

Yimei should be comparable to himself.

Lin Xiaotian should be in the late stage of the Heavenly Dao, so he faces a small late stage, one mid-stage, and one early stage. He should not be in vain.

Although they still have 60% chance of winning, the change from 10% to 60% is a bit big.

"And I."

But at this moment, an ethereal voice suddenly rang.

Everyone was stunned, and then looked back.

I saw a beautiful figure, and Heng was coming, and he took a few meters in one step, and instantly appeared beside Lin Xiaotian.

Su Wenruo is here.
Chapter completed!