Chapter 1252

"Why, didn't anyone do it? Yang Duan, don't you come to avenge your third brother?"

Yang Xu stared at Yang Duan.

Yang Duan's face was uncertain. He looked deeply at the old servant on Yang Xu's side and didn't do anything.

"Hum, three wastes."

Yang Xu ridiculed the three brothers Yang Duan, Yang Wang and Yang Chen:

"If you counsel like a dog, you will play an important role in the family."

"The outsider, the outsider, and the outsider are talking about things like you?"

"Yangxu, shut up!"

Brush!

A figure suddenly flashed in front of Yangxu.

He was a young man with a pair of tiger eyes shining cold and staring at the rising sun.

"It's Yang Feihu! Does he want to avenge his father?"

"Finally someone can't help it!"

The look of the young people in the hall did not change.

Yang Feihu is Yang Chen's only son.

I saw my father seriously injured by Yangxu's servant.

He couldn't bear it any longer.

"Yang Xu, you are so arrogant. I don't know how much capital you have."

"Don't let your servant fight if you have the ability. Fight with me yourself!"

Yang Feihu points at the tip of Yang Xu's nose.

Hear this.

The four brothers and sisters of Yang Jin outside the hall looked a little chilly:

No!

As the core of the young generation of Yang nationality, the cultivation of Yang Feihu has reached 9 peaks in lethal territory.

Even Yang Jin and they thought to themselves that they were not Yang Feihu's opponents.

what's more.

Yang Feihu had an adventure when he was young. His body was fused with a drop of white tiger holy blood.

He can instantly refine the tiger evil spirit and increase his combat effectiveness, which is very difficult to deal with.

Even if the four brothers and sisters of Yang Jin joined hands, they were not sure to defeat Yang Feihu in the state of husha.

Yang xucai's divine bridge is 9 heavy, which is a big difference from Yang Feihu.

Can you stop it?

The reason for this concern.

It's because the brothers and sisters of Yang Jin, in fact, their understanding of Yang Xu is limited to those rumors.

They didn't see the so-called killing gods and destroying Zhuge me with their own eyes.

So after seeing the strength of the mysterious old servant.

The four brothers and sisters naturally thought that they had his help.

Yang Xu can kill Aya God.

"Yang Xu, don't fight."

"Otherwise it will be dangerous."

Yang Jin's four brothers and sisters are extremely worried.

In the hall.

Yang Rong with red hair is also worried about Yang Xu's safety.

He doesn't want brother Qingtian's nephew to die here when he first came to the Yang family.

Anxious in his heart, he couldn't help looking at Xiangyang Qingcang again.

But I saw Yang Qingcang on the master's chair, still looking flat.

I don't seem to worry about Yangxu.

Yang Rong wondered:

"Isn't this guy worried about Yangxu at all?"

"Or did Yang Xu hide his strength?"

"It's weird!"

Yang Chen, like a human spirit, suffered a loss in the hands of a lifeless old servant.

Seeing Yang Qingcang's expression in his eyes, he also secretly wondered:

"Flying Tiger! Come back!"

To be cautious, Yang Chen didn't want his son to do it.

"No! Father, this guy's dog slave hurt you. If I turn a blind eye to it, I will be a son of man in vain!"

Yang Feihu stares at Yang Xu coldly and is determined to fight:

"Yang Xu, do you dare to fight with me?"

"You want to challenge me? Fool!"

Yang Xu looked at Yang Feihu from head to foot and smiled contemptuously:

"Haven't you heard a word? The rafters that come out first rot. before anyone else moves, you jump out first. Aren't you afraid I'll smoke you half to death?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Yang Feihu laughed three times.

The young generation of the whole Yang family, except Yangjiao dragon, yangyufeng and Yangxing lion.

He has never lost to anyone.

"You are a waste man supported by an old slave. What qualifications do you have to say such a thing?"

Yang Feihu made no secret of his contempt for Yang Xu:

"There's no need for others to deal with goods like you. I'm Yang Feihu alone!"

The voice just fell.

HuLong!

Yangxu slapped him:

"Then I'll help you."

With one hand, the wind and cloud move together.

On the palm of Yangxu's hand, there is an eight phase mysterious world, which suddenly emerges.

The eight worlds are intertwined with each other and turn into a golden wheel of perfection the size of a washbasin in the blink of an eye.

Yin ang!

The sound of dragon howling comes from the wheel of perfection.

The palm of Yangxu's hand is integrated with the wheel of consummation, like a mountain, and the flying tiger of Chaoyang falls down.

"No!"

Yang Feihu only had time to shout:

Boom!

The whole man was pulled out like a ball.

Hula, Hula.

He turns 30 times like a top, Dong!

Hit the stone pillars of the hall.

Poop!

Yang Feihu fell seven meat and eight vegetables, dizzy and swollen, and fell to the ground.

Slowly retracted his hand and flicked the dust that didn't exist on his sleeve. Yang Xu said faintly:

"Obviously, you are not qualified to deal with me."

Light eyes swept the whole hall.

The gentle and powerful sound echoed in the hall where the needle fell:

"I do it myself. If anyone wants to be smoked, then stand up."

No one stood up.

Yangxu's eyes were filled with disappointment:

Is this the young man of Yang nationality?

Where's the blood?

Where did Yangxu know how much shock he brought to the people with his slap just now.

You know.

Yang Feihu is one of the most powerful young generation of Yang nationality.

Even he was slapped by Yang Xu and couldn't get up.

Who else can be Yang Xu's opponent?

"Unless Yangjiao dragon, yangyufeng and Yangxing lion come in person, no one in the younger generation can suppress Yangxu."

The young people in the hall thought so.

At the same time.

They looked at Xiangyang flying tiger with a trace of sympathy:

Sure enough, it's the rafter that rises first. The first one is rotten.

Fortunately, I didn't rush to deal with Yangxu just now.

Otherwise, he is lying on the ground now.

All the young people were secretly happy.

Outside the temple.

The four brothers and sisters of Yang Jin clenched their fists.

Looking at the sun rising proudly in the center of the hall.

Their eyes showed admiration and longing:

"Heroes should be like this!"

"Generations of talented people come out, and each generation is stronger than the other! Brother Qingtian is proud of having such a son!"

The heart held by red hair Yangrong was finally put down.

He looked at the rising sun with emotion, and his eyes glittered with uncontrollable exclamation.

then.

He glared at Yang Qingcang on the master's chair:

"I'm afraid this guy knew Yangxu's strength long ago. He deliberately didn't say it, which made me worry for nothing."

On the master's chair, Yang Qingcang sat as steady as Mount Tai.

Look at Yang Xu's amazing palm and Yang Rong's unhappy stare.

Yang Qingcang's heart blossoms happily:

"Hahaha, brother, your precious son really has a set."

"I've only been in the hall for a while, and I've calmed everyone!"

"Flying Tiger, are you okay? Get up."

Yang Chen has recovered from his injury and dodges to his son.

Brush!

He broke into a aura to help his son heal.