Chapter 237

Yang Huo opened the door, but saw a man about his own size standing there, holding a bloody dagger in his right hand, wearing a casual suit, and looking at him deeply.

"Ye, ye Ziheng!"

He looked at the person in front of him, his body could not help shaking for a while, his eyes penetrated behind ye Ziheng, but he saw the corpses everywhere.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something. He turned around and tried to escape, but it was too late.

As soon as he turned around, ye Ziheng reached for his shoulder and squeezed it hard. Yang Huo's bones were crushed instantly.

"Ah!"

Yang Huo cried out in pain, his face full of pain.

"Ye Ziheng, my grandfather is a strong man in half steps and six levels. If you kill me, you will not want to stay in the martial arts world!"

Even though ye Ziheng has controlled his life, Yang Huo still hasn't forgotten to be ruthless, because he thinks it may be the only chance for him to get self-help.

To be honest, when ye Ziheng just heard that Yang Huo said that his grandfather was a martial artist of half step and six grades, ye Ziheng was also stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect that Yang Huo's family would have such a great influence in the martial arts circle.

But he's not the kind of person who would be intimidated by a few words.

No matter how powerful the Yang Huo family is, if they provoke themselves, they will surely pay the price for their stupid behavior.

"Pooh"

without hesitation, ye Ziheng stabbed the thorn into Yang Huo's heart.

"Er ~"

Yang Huo stared at ye Ziheng with wide eyes, which seemed to say that he didn't believe ye Ziheng would dare to do so.

Ye Ziheng let go of his hand holding his shoulder, and his body began to shake, as if he had just drunk ten jin of white wine.

"You dare to fight me!"

Yang Huo said, his eyes slightly tired looking at ye Ziheng.

"Kill me. The whole Yang family won't let you go."

"In the future, let alone the martial arts circle, that is, in the deep mountains and isolated islands, ye Ziheng doesn't want to live a peaceful life."

"I will, I will keep my eyes open and look at you..."

Yang Huo's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and the sense of fatigue is spreading to his mind. He knows that he is not far away from death, but he still tries to stare at ye Ziheng with his eyes wide open, as if he wants to examine ye Ziheng's soul with those eyes.

This thorn has a strong toxicity. If the ordinary martial artist can hold it for a period of time with his own Qi and blood, but Yang Huo is a guy who doesn't even enter the first level. He soon loses his Qi under the strong attack of the toxin, but his tired and red eyes are open all the time.

Ye Ziheng looked at Yang Huo, who was lying at his feet. There was no change in his expression, just a light opening.

"From the day I set foot on this road, I have given up all peace."

Then he lowered his body, raised his left hand and put it on his eyes. Then he wiped it lightly and closed his eyes for him.

He sighed and looked at Yang Huo on the ground. Maybe it was a wrong decision to kill him. After all, there was a Li family behind him. Although ye Ziheng didn't know how strong they were, a Yang Di with a high level of second level and two guards with a middle level of second level proved their danger.

But now that things have come to this point and people have died, what ye Ziheng can do now is to go on.

Ship to bridge natural straight, car to the mountain road.