The strong man's body slammed on the ground with a "bang!", splashing a lot of dust.

Yang Family...

This is not a small family, but a large family in Chang'an City.

The population is prosperous!

There is also a general behind him. Even the third and fourth-rank sects will not easily provoke them. The Yang family is not so rampant in Chang'an, but at least they can be considered a person. Now, their own clan members have been killed by an ant from the sixth-rank sect. How can they not make Yang Wensheng angry?

A huge murderous intent swept out.

There was also a little bit of aura of monsters, and his eyes were red. His hands holding the mace were even more pinched, and the veins on his neck and arms also popped out one by one, and he growled in anger, saying, "Little beast, if you dare to kill my Yang family, you won't beat you into meat paste, what kind of face will I have to go back to the Yang family? And... I should die with you, a little bitch."

"The Overlord's Sky Hammer."

Boom!

Yang Wensheng roared, and the mace in his hand instantly burst out with tens of millions of pounds of force. After swinging it, he smashed it at Ye Xiu: "Go...go...go...die."

"Wuwuwu... Kill the Yang family, our Yuhua Sect is completely finished..." Seeing Yang Wensheng hitting with a mace, a young man who looked a few years younger than Lin Suqing and had not completely faded from his face, fell to the ground with a "thump" sound, murmured with despair.

Lin Suqing's face was also pale, and his hand holding Luo Yuheng did not let go.

He clenched his lips and said nothing.

She has been in Chang'an for more than ten years and naturally knows that these Yang family members can be favored by the generals, not that they can flatter, but that the strength of the Yang family cannot be underestimated. According to her master, the natural divine power of these Yang family members, coupled with the Overlord Sky Hammer, are still the kind of monsters that can challenge beyond the level even in Chang'an City. Even without the support of the general, it is not difficult for their Yang family to rise. Seeing Yang Wensheng's mace, they instantly enveloped Ye Xiu's head, and imagined the horror scene of brain bursting. Lin Suqing, who is less than sixteen years old this year, couldn't bear to close his eyes...

"Just this skill, I want to smash me into meat paste?" Ye Xiuleng snorted, instead of retreating, raised his hand and punched Yang Wensheng's mace and directly blasted it. He heard a crisp sound of "bang!", which was not even a spiritual weapon. Compared with the Blood Evil Sword of the Demon Sword Pavilion, the mace was more than 100,000 miles away. He even had his clothes cut, and he punched it into scrap iron.

Yang Wensheng, who was left with only half of the iron stick and still held it in his hand, was stunned on the spot.

The scene of hitting the mace with one punch is so terrifying!

Yang Wensheng's head was still buzzing, and he couldn't figure out that his mace was a top-notch magic weapon after all, but he was knocked to pieces by a punch without even cutting the opponent's hand... What kind of cultivation is this person? Or is it that his "Old King Shaking the Sky Hammer" is already vulnerable, or is it that he has not practiced to the point of his cultivation?

impossible!

As soon as this idea came out, he strangled it. You must know that before coming to Jianmen Town, he used this mace to kill a martial artist in the Jiedan realm who dared to provoke him. There is no reason why he just came to Jianmen Town!

"It seems that your "Over King Shaking the Sky Hammer" has not yet been cultivated. Even I can't shake it. Still want to shake the sky?" Ye Xiu sneered a few times, and the coldness in his eyes appeared. No matter what background the other party had, the reason why he could not die and be harmed by his ancestors has been trained for thousands of years. A young man like Yang Wensheng, who has a background and has never been beaten by society, even if he lets him go, he will not be grateful at all. He will only make more efforts to find this place...

"You have to have the next life, remember to be a good person." Ye Xiu shook his head and punched him out.

With a muffled sound, Yang Wensheng's body, which was more than two meters tall, fell out in an instant. The golden elixir cracked and had not yet fallen to the ground. "Wow!" spit out a mouthful of blood. After rolling on the ground for a few times, he forced himself up. His eyes were full of fear. He had no longer had the arrogance he had before. He looked at Ye Xiu with horror in his face and said, "You...you can't kill me. My grandfather is the head of the Yang family and has also served as an aide to the general. If I have any problems, not only can you survive, but the entire Yuhua Sect, they will be buried with me."

Ye Xiu walked over step by step.

Every step was like stepping on his heart. Seeing that Ye Xiu had already walked in front of him, Yang Wensheng's face was pale and bloodless.

"They're immortals in their Yang family?" Ye Xiu turned his head and looked at Luo Yuheng not far away and asked.

"No..." Luo Yuheng shook his head, looked at Yang Wensheng on the ground and thought for a moment before slowly saying, "His grandfather Yang Yong should be just the early stage of the tribulation."

"I don't even have an immortal, and I dare to threaten me so wildly?" Ye Xiu's face suddenly turned cold. He ignored his threat, raised his leg and stepped on his chest.

Yang Wensheng's body burst into blood mist with a "bang!"

Obviously, I can't die anymore.

"Sheng... is Brother dead?"

Swish!

When the Yang family's guards and tribe members saw Yang Wensheng's tragic death, they all became dumbfounded and even felt a chill.

Even the disciples of Yuhua Sect are no exception.

On the street.

Those who watched the fun were silent for a moment and then suddenly became uproar.

"Yang... Wensheng is dead? There is not even a bone scum left?" Someone was shocked for a long time before suddenly awakening, looking at Ye Xiu's trembling voice with a terrifying look on his face, and said, "These disciples of the Yuhua Sect are simply crazy. If you kill Yang Wensheng, aren't you afraid of implicating the entire Yuhua Sect... suffering?"

"What Yuhua Sect?" The companion standing beside him curled his lips and said, "It is impossible for ordinary Yuanying realms to hit Yang Wensheng's mace with one punch, right? That's a powerful technique that even the early stage of Yuanying has to retreat. There are only two or three Yuanying disciples of Yuhua Sect. I have seen this person, definitely not a disciple of Yuhua Sect."

"Not a disciple? Is it an elder?"

"Nonsense." Another person jumped out to retort, saying, "I have seen all the elders of Yuhua Sect. Without this person, have you ever seen such a young elder?"

“That’s right…”

“…”

The people's discussions were getting louder and louder, and the people brought by Yang Wensheng were all sitting like needles looking at Ye Xiu. I don't know who started his head first. They saw that they put away their weapons tacitly, and without even saying a word, they turned their heads and retreated behind their respective bodies. Seeing these people's actions, Ye Xiu raised his eyelids and said lightly: "Have I promised you to leave?"

Boom!
Chapter completed!