C258 Guizong

In the center of the Qianyang City, there was a large mansion. Although it was not as grand as the one in the Luo Family, there was still a land of one kilometer around. There were pavilions, small bridges, flowing water, garden stables, all in one place!

This place was not another place, it was Qianyang City!

In the grand hall decorated with magnificent decorations.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

Countless precious antique vases that were worth thousands of gold were ruthlessly smashed onto the ground, and pieces of them fell to the ground.

Roar …" Shuwu … "My scholarly child …" Tang Long's veins were popping out all over his body, his eyes were spurting blood, and his chest was rising and falling violently like a blower as he roared. He was like an enraged beast, wanting to eat someone. Yang Fan! "You little shit, you're going to die a horrible death!" Roar! If I don't skin you alive and rip you to shreds, I wouldn't be Tang Long … Wuu... My poor Shuwu child, roar! This hatred was irreconcilable! "Even if you were to pour all the water in the world, it would be difficult for you to wash up. Also, there is that Luo clan. I, Tang Long, am irreconcilable with you. Roar …

"Father …" He looked like a beast and roared, and his blood was flowing everywhere. Tang Shuwen's heart felt as though it was being cut by a knife, "I … Am I wrong? Am I really wrong? If we were to fight to the death, perhaps Second Brother would not … "

But very quickly, the terrifying scene of Yang Fan slaughtering Upper Demon General like a dog played in his mind, "No, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong. If I don't do as Yang Fan says, not only will Second Brother suffer, even I and my father would not be able to escape death …"

At this moment …

Tang Long grabbed onto Tang Li's shirt, "Why? "Why did you have to be so cruel to the civil and military alike? He is your younger brother, your own younger brother …" Tang Long's voice was so heart-tearing and lung-splitting. "Why? "Why didn't you save Wen Wu? Ah, tell me, why did you …"

"Bam!"

Tang Shuwen was sent flying by Tang Long. This time, Tang Long did not hold back at all, he hated Yang Fan, he also hated his eldest son, he did not help his own brothers, and he even helped castrate his little brother. This was his biological brother who grew up with him, how could he have a trace of humanity!

"Wow, pu!"

However, the defense of the body had always been a major weakness of the Sword Cultivator. With Tang Long's unreserved fall, it was so straightforward that he almost lost his balance, and even his five viscera and six organs seemed to have gotten used to it, as he directly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Shuwen, you … "You …" Looking at his eldest son who was vomiting blood, Tang Long regained some of his senses that had been washed away by anger. He wanted to take care of Tang Shuwen a few more times, but when he thought of Tang Shuwen's cold and harsh sword strike, he was no longer able to say anything.

"Father, Xiu Wu is my own little brother. How can I let him go through this …" With great difficulty, Tang Thirty-Six struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he spoke with a sorrowful expression.

"Then why did you still use such a ruthless method to deal with him?" Hearing this, Tang Long's emotions stirred up once again, "That Little Brute is only a single hair of mine that hasn't grown up yet. Even if they are monstrous in talent, how can they be stronger than you? Could it be that out of fear for his identity, you are willing to sacrifice your little brother's lifetime's happiness? "

"Father, you think too highly of your child. Speak bluntly; as long as he is willing, he can take your child's life with a flick of a finger!" Tang Shuwen's voice was filled with endless helplessness and bitterness.

"What?" "Impossible, this is impossible …" Even if it was the nine great Sect Elders, they would not necessarily be his match. That Little Brute, how old was he, even if he started to cultivate inside his mother's womb, he definitely could not be her son's opponent, not to mention crushing him with one finger, it was absurd! It was ridiculous.

"Father, I don't think so too. It's a pity that this is the truth … Father, I only have this little brother, who is Shu Wu. If there is any chance, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will definitely protect Shu Wu! "

He was only a little brother like Tang Shuwu, if it was possible, how could he possibly attack him viciously? It was simply because Yang Fan was too monstrous, causing him to not even have the power to retaliate.

"That's right!" "Calligraphy has always doted on martial arts. If he had a chance, how could he abandon martial arts and ignore it …"

Especially when he thought about how Tang Li was willing to give up his Five Millions Of Spirit Stones s to protect Tang Wen Wu in the end, Tang Long's anger towards Tang Shuwen had disappeared without a trace. That was five Millions Of Spirit Stones s, not fifty thousand, and not five hundred.

But very quickly, a terrifying killing intent surged out from Tang Long's body like a river, "Die! That little guy must die! Even if I have to sacrifice my life for this! "

His face was extremely distorted, as if he was an evil spirit from hell that could stop children from crying!

"Sigh!"

Even if the father and son duo were to open their True Acupoints and step into the Martial Marquis, it would be absolutely impossible for them to be Yang Fan's match. Furthermore, with the father and son's talent, they would never be able to reach the Martial Marquis level in their entire lives, opening True Acupoints, Seventh-rank Bloodline is their foundation, and for someone like him, who has a Quasi-Seventh-rank Bloodline, even if he cultivated hard his entire life, he would at most be a Half-step Martial Lord. Furthermore, his father's bloodline was just of the eighth stage and if he did not meet with any fortuitous encounters, a seventh stage Martial Master would be his limit. However, when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back down.

The current Tang Long had long been dominated by hatred, no matter how much he spoke, it would be useless!

"We can only take care of our father and not let him do anything foolish. Otherwise, our Tang Clan will be in danger!" Towards Yang Fan, he truly didn't want to be an enemy. He was not a human at all, he was a god! It was the devil! How could he be a match for the God And Devil!

And in the end, the reason the Second Brother had ended up like this, was because of itself!

Three thousand kilometers away from the Seven Stars Mountain Range, at the highest altitude of a thousand zhang, a dragon-shaped flying boat was soaring amidst the blue sky and white clouds!

Wearing a white princess dress, Luo Jiahui was like a clever little elf. She touched here and there, her rosy cheeks and unspeakably excited. Although this was her second time riding a flying boat, Luo Jiahui was still excited.

Unknowingly, half a month had already passed. After the birthday banquet, Yang Fan stayed in the Luo Family for another three days. During that time, the peaceful Ning Ling Garden suddenly became a city market, and an endless stream of people came to pay their respects. There were Patriarchs of various large families in the Qianyang City, and also the descendants of the Luo and Han Families.

It was a pity that Yang Fan had no intention to befriend them. Other than his grandfather, the rest, including his uncles and aunties, had all been taken advantage of, and even the old gramps would not be willing to see his family unless Luo Yun was with them. When his family was in dire straits, he would ignore his family and insult them in all kinds of ways.

Other than his uncle's family, Yang Fan never once thought of taking on these uncles and aunties.

With the little loli acting coquettishly and acting cute with tears in her eyes, giving off the impression that you don't want to, I'll just cry like you're not willing to, had no choice but to agree to the little loli's request and bring him back to the Seven Stars Sect. In any case, with his position in the Seven Stars Sect, it could be considered a sentence to let Luo Jiahui break into the outer sect, not to mention that the little loli's talent wasn't bad, especially after taking in the Bone Ablutionary Dan and Sanguinarum Herba s, her talent had already reached the medium eighth level.

But Yang Fan did not immediately return to the Sect, instead, he stayed there for a period of time. During that time, Yang Fan found a chance to pass the Silver Puppet to Yang Yunfeng, and not only that, Yang Fan did not hesitate to waste his life blade energy to refine a few life blade runes.

Every blade symbol contained Yang Fan's full force. Even if it was the Top Martial Marquis, if they did not have the protection of the Earth Organ, they would definitely die. As long as it was not the Wu Zong expert, the Yang Yunfeng couple could be said to be as steady as Mt.

Of course, there were also various cultivation resources, and just High-grade Spirit Stone s alone had left a total of fifty thousand for Yang Yunfeng and his wife. The other Low Grade Spiritual Stone s numbered nearly one hundred million, and currently, Yang Yunfeng and his wife, these two Half Step Martial Master s, were extremely wealthy.

Aside from a small portion, most of the the one hundred million medicinal spirit weapons Yang Fan bought after the auction ended, he kept most of them in his Yang Family. With such a large amount of resources, the strength of his Yang Family would increase by leaps and bounds in a day.