Everyone in the hall knew in their hearts that Zhang Zhiqiang's words were no different from the forced palace.

Several elders glared at Zhang Zhiqiang angrily, eager to go up and kill this little ghost immediately.

Yang Shiyu looked at the dozen or so bigwigs below, except for those elders who were still on her side, the others were already indifferent to the situation on the field.

"I ......" Yang Shiyu lowered her head, very unwilling, she didn't want to see the country that her father had fought before his death fall apart like this, thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and said:

"I don't want to!"

Zhang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, he obviously didn't expect that the eldest lady, who was originally cowardly and ignorant of the world, would be so determined in this matter.

He also thought that Yang Shiyu would happily put down this position, and then live his happy and carefree life with peace of mind.

But apparently it wasn't quite what he thought.

"Miss, since you said so, then I don't think there is anything to say between us!" Zhang Zhiqiang smiled coldly, with a hint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

"Zhang Zhiqiang, what do you want to do!" The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible majesty was released.

"Little doll, don't think that you are in charge of the processing of medicinal materials! you can be on an equal footing with us!" the old woman stood up tremblingly with her cane, stared at Zhang Zhiqiang with her cloudy eyes, and said:

"When we followed the master out to fight the country! You don't know where to play in the mud!

The matter of the Yang family, when will it be your turn to intervene!"

"Hehe!" Zhang Zhiqiang's face slowly became gloomy, he looked at the elderly people in front of him, and said word by word: "Don't you just look down on me?"

Don't you think I'm not capable?

I'm going to rebel today! Show you old immortals!"

"Everyone, do it!" Zhang Zhiqiang suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily.

"Boom ......" A sound came, and Ling Yefeng knew that it was the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath.

Immediately after that, waves ......of blood gushed out, drenching the marble tiles under everyone's feet, dyeing them bloody, accompanied by a burst of screams.

Ling Yefeng looked around, only to see a group of people around him holding machetes in their hands, surrounding them in the middle, and at the same time, they were stepping on the bodies of other little bosses under their feet.

At this moment, Ling Yefeng understood, it turned out that people were prepared.

"Damn! Zhang Zhiqiang! You're crazy, aren't you?"

"Zhang Zhiqiang! Don't think we're afraid of you! If you want to do something with us! Then you can give it a try!"

......

Those little bosses are not people who have never seen the world, and they have seen a lot of this kind of scene, and they have taken out their own guys, just to get started!

"Don't get excited!" Zhang Zhiqiang disagreed, and said slowly: "If I didn't expect, the manor outside has been taken over by me.

Believe it or not, if I make a phone call, a group of people will rush in, and when the time comes, the situation will be difficult to control!"

"You think we're vegetarians?" said one of the little bosses, unflinching.

"Of course I know that everyone here is the boss in charge of a place, and they are all warriors, and I also know your combat effectiveness, but I am sure that I will be prepared from time to time!

So, I advise you, don't be too confident, lest the boat capsize later!" Zhang Zhiqiang's face was full of smiles, as if the situation had been controlled by him.

"Bang!" The old man finally couldn't help but make a move, his body swept by, and then he raised his hand and slammed his fist towards Zhang Zhiqiang, and even Ling Yefeng could feel this fist wind below.

"Bang!" Zhang Zhiqiang did not show weakness, and took the old man's punch with one palm, and hit the old man with an uppercut.

"Bang!" The old man couldn't react, and was knocked out by Hang Zhiqiang in an instant, and he stepped on several times to barely stabilize his body.

"You! when have you become so powerful!" the old man's face was full of horror.

"Hehe! What's so strange, I'm only in the middle of the Xuan Rank! You're old! I can't beat us,

You people who are half-buried in the soil, it's time to go down and accompany the master!" Zhang Zhiqiang replied very jokingly, not taking them to heart at all.

"Even if I'm old, it's not your turn to be presumptuous here!" the old man roared angrily, and was about to rush forward again.

"Everyone, I've been watching the show for so long, it's time to do it, right?" Zhang Zhiqiang said as he looked around.

"Yes, we can't watch the show anymore!" the rest of the bigwigs stood up and looked at the elders.

Ling Yefeng's heart froze, the current situation was obviously very unfavorable to Yang Shiyu and them.

"Zhang Zhiqiang, what do you want to do! Stop it!" Yang Shiyu was so frightened that her face turned blue, after all, she had been pampered since she was a child, and she had never seen this kind of bloody side, and her pretty face was full of panic.

"You don't know, Miss. Zhang Zhiqiang pretended to be helpless and said: "I'm doing all this for the good of the Yang family!

"Please distinguish between right and wrong!" The other bigwigs bowed to Yang Shiyu and said in unison.

"You, you want to rebel!" said the old woman, thrashing her crutches in anger.

"The Yang family is not kind to you, how dare you rebel at this critical juncture!" several elders scolded bitterly.

"Miss, we won't talk too much, the winner is king, the loser is the villain, and you will naturally understand our hard work in the future." Zhang Zhiqiang said with a sanctimonious look.

The people who don't know about eating melons still think that Yang Shiyu is going to rebel.

Just as they were talking about their energy, there was a sudden muffled noise and screams from behind.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked back, but it was Ling Yefeng holding a machete stained with blood and slowly walking towards him.

Behind him, the bodies of several little bosses fell to the ground, their lives and deaths unknown.

Zhang Zhiqiang's eyes narrowed slightly, he could clearly feel the extraordinary aura on the other party's body, he looked at Ling Yefeng and asked:

"Who are you? How come I never met you?"

"Smack!" Ling Yefeng didn't say much, and was a loud big-eared scraper at his sinister face.

"Why the hell do you dare to hit me?" Zhang Zhiqiang covered his flushed face and roared in surprise.

"What's wrong with beating you! Lao Tzu is going to beat you today!" Ling Yefeng yelled, then grabbed Zhang Zhiqiang's hands with his left hand, and slapped his pig face with his right hand.

"You want to die, don't you?"

"Smack!"

A slap in the face has passed!

"You wait! I'm going to make your life worse than death!"

"Smack!"

Another slap in the face passed.

"Do you know who I am!

"Smack!"

Or a resounding slap in the face.

......

In the end, Zhang Zhiqiang's entire face was beaten into a pig face by Ling Yefeng.

He also wanted to resist, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free of Ling Yefeng's left hand.

He felt less like he was being grabbed by a hand, more like he was being held in a chain that he couldn't break no matter how hard he struggled.

That kind of absolute strength is useless no matter how much he resists.

In the end, Zhang Zhiqiang half-knelt on the ground and asked vaguely in his mouth:

"You...... ...... What the hell is ...... Who?"

"Don't you just want to know who I am?" Ling Yefeng looked around, and finally shouted loudly:

"My name is Ling Yefeng, and I am your future uncle!"

......