Bu Rong was in a hurry to command the many servants, so that they could maintain order here.

After hearing the loud shout, Bu Xingcong immediately fled, but he could not do so.

Although he also guessed that the person who came to provoke the house must have something to do with today's carriage, he did not expect that the owner of the carriage would dare to run here with such courage.

You know, there are eight innate powerhouses here. Even if Mu Jintian doesn’t take action, the rest of the people will not turn a blind eye.

However, just when he thought he was as safe as Mount Tai, he suddenly felt a cold air flowing upward along his spine.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the feeling of being a huge beast when his kung fu was not yet complete in the past, he had experienced in the jungle and was once stared at by a huge beast.

It was a breath that represented death, and it seemed that he would die on the spot at any time.

It was precisely because of that time that he was almost dead and survived, that he was able to cross the limit barrier and become the most peak ten-level expert in internal strength among acquired practitioners.

At this moment, he actually felt this way again, and what's even more terrifying was that this time the feeling was particularly strong, even more frightening than that time.

His body became stiff in an instant. Although he tried his best to relax himself, for some reason, he just couldn't do this. Because under that strong pressure, his body had a natural reaction, which was an instinctive choice. Even if it was him, he could not adapt to it in a short period of time.

Slowly, he twisted his neck in a strange way, and immediately saw two extremely conspicuous young men in his eyes.

His eyes suddenly expanded, and when he saw the faces of these two people clearly, everything was already understood.

There was no trace of blood on his face, and the only thought in his heart was, how could he meet this person's family?

As the guard who followed the fourth prince Bu Yingcong, he was no stranger to He Yiming.

A strong man who successfully became a congenital strongman at the age of fifteen, let alone his strength has been recognized by Master Mu Jintian, even if he is a strong man who has just entered the congenital strongman, he is an existence that no one can ignore.

With his age, God knows how far he will grow in the future.

When the envoys of the Tufan Kingdom went to Kairong Kingdom this time, these insiders knew that even if they offended the guardian god Zhan Tianfeng of Kairong Kingdom, they would never offend this young innate powerhouse.

But now, Bu Rong's heart was extremely bitter, and he seemed to be able to foresee the extremely miserable consequences.

If he knew that there was already a powerful innate person about to die, then he would be afraid that he would even have the intention of committing suicide.

He Yiming took a step forward, and everyone who stood in front of him, whether it was a singer or a servant, was pushed away by a strong force. However, even in anger, He Yiming did not vent his anger on others. The true energy he used just now was extremely clever, and seemed to have put people away from them, but when their bodies fell on the ground, they would only have a little pain at most and would never be really hurt.

In an instant, he had already crossed the distance between them and came to Bu Rong.

Looking at the strong fear and at a loss in the other person's eyes, a strong violent look surged in He Yiming's eyes again, and a grim smile appeared on his face. At this moment, this young strong man who was usually like an old man finally showed his majestic side, allowing his murderous intent and all his negative emotions to be released cleanly.

"You know why I came?"

"I know." Bu Rong nodded subconsciously. Under He Yiming's momentum, he had no room for resistance, and even his thoughts paused slightly.

"Where is Bu Yingcong?" He Yiming continued to ask.

Bu Rong's eyes looked in a certain direction, and there was a very conspicuous tall building. Just take a look in that direction and you will definitely notice it.

Although He Yiming's murderous aura was fierce, most of the depression in his heart had already dissipated after seriously injuring the two innate powerful men.

After all, Yuan Lixun was just injured and disfigured, but when he was besieged by many innate powerful men, the thirty-six ways he tried his best to strike out had a powerful force to kill people.

It would be fine if the Soviet army avoided the key points.

But no one knew better than that old man's injury. Even if Yao Taoist took action personally, it would be difficult to save his life.

A human life, and a living life of a powerful person, is about to pass away. Even He Yiming, who is in a hostile force, couldn't help but feel a little moved.

However, he would not give up until he saw the real murderer and sought justice for Yuan Lixun.

He snorted coldly, and He Yiming said loudly: "If you help the evil, you will be punished by death, but you will never escape the crime of living."

After saying that, he kicked it out and stepped into Rong Dantian in the middle.

Bu Rong snorted and flew backwards. When he flew out several meters and fell heavily to the ground, he was already despaired.

Although He Yiming did not take his life, he broke his dantian and lost all the internal energy that had been hard-working for decades. And what's even more sad is that from then on, he will become an ordinary person, and even if he wants to re-cultivate his internal energy, it is impossible.

His eyes were confused. When a warrior suddenly fell from standing at the peak of his acquired nature to a position that was inferior to an ordinary warrior, his mood would be greatly ups and downs.

After looking around, everyone around had already stopped panic. They looked at themselves with a hint of complexity. He even saw a hint of excitement and joy in the eyes of the two. Although this color was hidden very deeply, how could it be hidden from his eyes at this moment?

Those two people are masters whose internal strength has reached the ninth level, and they are second only to his guards on weekdays. Once his internal strength is abolished, they will be their world in the future.

In a trance, Bu Rong seemed to have seen the future in everyone's eyes. He laughed bitterly, and the people who were injured and killed by him suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​trouble.

From an ordinary practitioner, relying on his own efforts to advance to the tenth level of internal strength, in this process, countless people became his stepping stones. He once stepped on countless people and rose step by step to reach his current status.

At this moment, he actually had this feeling that now he has become a stepping stone, and it is a piece of gravel that is worse than a stepping stone.

From then on, all the glory, wealth and all the wonderful prospects were no longer possible with him.

He burst out laughing, with unpredictable strangeness in the laughter. Then, under the stuttering of the others, he stood up and jumped down from the pavilion, and his head hit the rockery heavily. His brain burst and he died.

Suddenly, everyone shouted in the pavilion, and the singers were all fading, and some even vomited.

The two masters of the ninth level of internal energy looked at Bu Rong's corpse, which was still a little convulsing. Their hearts were also chilling. The joy of Bu Rong's internal energy was completely eliminated just now because of Bu Rong's destruction.

Today's Burong may not be their future...

He Yiming naturally could not know what was happening behind him, and his whole mind was looking for Bu Yincong.

However, when he took Xie Mingjin to the tallest building in the manor, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked ahead seriously, with an unprecedented solemnity on his face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xie Mingjin's spirit was still in a state of extreme excitement. Today, he followed He Yiming into this place. He witnessed He Yiming's powerful strength with his own eyes. Not only was the acquired master at the peak of the tenth level of internal strength as fragile as an ant in his hands, even a real innate strong man under his hands was still as vulnerable as a native chicken and a tile dog.

All of this made him look furious. In his heart, He Yiming was already incredible. If anyone could stop He Yiming, then he would be the first to disbelief.

He Yiming turned his head halfway, looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, "It's nothing, but there is still a level ahead." His voice was full of confidence, and he said, "As long as you pass this level, you can clear up the two."

After saying that, he strides, crosses the small bridge and flows water, walks through the garden lawn, and finally arrives in front of the tall house.

In front of this house, there is a training ground of hundreds of square meters.

Here, there are no decorations except for the empty and neat land.

However, there were several people standing quietly on the mud land. They seemed to know He Yiming's whereabouts, so they chose to wait here.

When He Yiming appeared, what he saw at first was Mu Jintian, who was known as the most powerful person in the Madashi country.

At this moment, he was carrying his hands on his back and looked in front of him with his eyes tightly, as if he didn't know that He Yiming had arrived here.

But in front of him was an old man with white hair. Unfortunately, the old man's breathing had completely stopped.

Behind Mu Jintian, Su Jun and another innate strongman looked at He Yiming strode forward with complex eyes. Although there was resentment in their eyes, more were fear and horror.

If they were asked to fight He Yiming again at this moment, they would definitely escape in panic like the other innate powerful men.

He Yiming came to the training ground, and his steps finally stopped, and his eyes also fell on the deceased innate powerhouse.

Mu Jintian suddenly looked up and said leisurely: "He is the national protection master of our Tufan Kingdom, you shouldn't kill him."

He Yiming laughed in silence and said, "If I keep my hand, then I will be the one lying here at this moment."

Mu Jintian remained silent. He had heard the Soviet army talk about the situation at that time. With one person's strength, he was even disagreeable in front of seven masters of the same level and immediately took the initiative to provoke.

Even if he was brave enough, he would be ashamed of himself.

However, no matter how much Mu Jintian admired He Yiming, there was no way out between them at this moment.

He raised his head and Mu Jintian said in a deep voice: "Are you here to find Bu Yingcong? How did he offend you?"

He Yiming's eyes narrowed, as if he was touched by a reverse scale. The murderous aura on his body suddenly surged, and he said, "He rode his horse and hurt my wife's face. What do you think he should do?"

Mu Jintian and the other two were stunned and injured the face of a congenital strong man's wife. This kind of nearly slap in the face happened to He Yiming. No wonder he was furious and came here to seek revenge regardless of everything.

With a long sigh, Mu Jintian said, "Your Highness, the Fourth Prince, come out."

Bu Xingcong walked out of the house behind him slowly. At this time, his face was also extremely pale, and he no longer had the unscrupulousness on the street.

Seeing this person, Xie Mingjin also showed hatred in his eyes and said loudly: "Brother, it's him. My sister-in-law has already made way, but he still waved his whip at his sister-in-law. He definitely did it on purpose."

When she said this, Xie Mingjin gritted her teeth, her eyes were so angry that she was filled with undepressed anger.

It was the first time that He Yiming gave him some work, but it was because of this damn prince that he failed to do the matter. This feeling of depression is definitely not something that anyone can tolerate.

The muscles on Bu Xingcong's face twitched, and he felt very regretful. If he had known this, why would he have whipped that whip? It was for this whip that he had formed a mortal enemy with a powerful innate powerhouse like He Yiming, and even a congenital master in his country fell as a result. The price was too great.

Mu Jintian looked at him coldly and sighed suddenly: "I brought him here this time to broaden his horizons and lay the foundation for future throne competition. But I was wrong..." He lowered his head, glanced at the corpse of the old man on the ground, and said: "Just because of his sin of causing a innate master to fall, he will never be able to get involved in the position of the throne of the Tufu Kingdom in this life."

Similar colors flashed in the eyes of the Soviet army and another innate old man at the same time.

After today's incident, they were already angry with Bu Yincong. If this person really inherited the throne in the future, then these two innate powerful men would probably leave the Tufan Kingdom immediately.

Moreover, the prince is gone and can be reborn. With the nearly thousand years of inheritance of the Tufan Kingdom, there are countless royal members. However, the number of innate powerful people is extremely limited.

A prince caused trouble outside, which actually caused the death of a congenital strong man. No matter what the reason was, this prince would never be recognized by everyone, and he would have no relationship with the throne from then on.

For a prince like Xiang Bu Yingcong, this is a big deal that deprived him of his life.

Therefore, after hearing Mu Jintian's words, Bu Yincong could no longer stand steadily and fell to the cold ground.

At this moment, he clearly tasted the painful feeling of falling from the clouds in the sky to the ground. However, compared to Bu Rong, he did not have the courage to commit suicide on the spot.

However, He Yiming's even colder voice sounded.

"Brother Mu. You want to maintain his support."

Bu Xiancong shivered, and he suddenly stood up, raised his head, and looked at He Yiming in horror. Could it be that this person had deprived him of his inheritance right and wanted to take his life away?
To be continued...