As soon as Ling Yefeng was about to enter the villa, he heard the sound of a quarrel.

"Brother, why do you have to compete with me for the position of the head of the family! If you want money, I can give it to you! Only the position of the head of the family can't!" Yang Shiyu sat on the main seat on the second floor and said very stubbornly.

It seems that after these days of training, the poetry has gradually become a bit of what the head of the family should be. Ling Yefeng said with interest.

At this time, he blended in with the crowd in the hall, concealing his aura, and no one noticed Ling Yefeng's existence.

"Oh, my dear sister, it's only been a few days, and you're thinking of usurping my place!" and on the other side, a handsome man in a suit and a decent appearance yelled heartbreakingly, as if Yang Shiyu had taken away something of his most precious thing.

Of course, the position of the head of the family is indeed extremely precious, and it can be said that it is something that cannot be bought with money.

"The position of the head of this family is really not suitable for you!" Yang Shiyu exclaimed.

At the same time, her beautiful eyes slowly became moist, and even two lines of tears slipped down her pretty face.

She couldn't have imagined that her own brother, who originally loved her, would actually get into trouble with her because of the position of a family head.

"Alas, Young Master Yang Minghui is indeed not suitable to be the head of this family!" a little boss in the crowd whispered.

"It's not, everyone knows that our young master usually eats, drinks and has fun, chases girls, and doesn't move anything else, and puts such a big Yang family property into his hands, so it's not for him to squander it. ”

"Yes, but it's strange for you to say, the young master has always been very fond of the eldest lady, why has it changed today?"

"Who knows! In front of the head of the Yang family, this family affection may no longer be insignificant. ”

……

Those little bosses whispered, but Ling Yefeng could still feel the respect for Yang Shiyu from his eyes.

Obviously, these people also slowly accepted the fact that Yang Shiyu became the head of the Yang family.

Ling Yefeng opened his fiery eyes and looked up at Yang Minghui.

But in the next second, he couldn't help frowning.

Because what he saw was a corpse!

A living dead to be exact.

Because Ling Yefeng didn't see life in his brain, he was instead filled with a cloud of black gas.

This is obviously completely different from the average person.

Don't look at Yang Minghui, who can talk and move, and looks like a dragon and a tiger, but Ling Yefeng bets that his body must be as cold as a corpse.

Because he, in the strict sense of the word, is actually dead.

In other words, the current Yang Minghui is actually no longer the original Yang Minghui.

He's just ** in control.

So who is behind him?

Ling Yefeng was puzzled.

And Yang Zixuan was standing behind Yang Shiyu at this time, very anxious.

As Yang Shiyu's personal maid and best friend, she knew better than anyone that the meeting would be a meeting for several big families to negotiate and carve up the Song family's territory, and if they were absent, they would probably miss this good opportunity to fight for territory.

After all, they won't wait for the Yang family for this kind of good thing.

"I don't care, the position of the head of the family today! You have to pay it! If you don't pay it, you have to pay it!" Yang Minghui yelled, completely losing his mind.

Yang Shiyu stood up directly and said quite stiffly:

"Don't pay!"

The atmosphere of the scene instantly became solidified.

Just when they felt embarrassed, an old man with a red face and a smile stood up.

"My good grandson, what's the point of making such a fuss! Your sister is the head of the family, that is what everyone expects, you better not force it!

As long as you are willing to give up the position of the head of the family, I promise, what do you want in the future, as long as my old man can do it, I will never treat you badly, what do you think?" Yang Mingze said with a smile, as if the situation in front of him was still under his control.

Everyone in the underground nodded in agreement, and for now, this was the most reasonable solution.

But what everyone never expected was that Yang Mingze was expressionless and said coldly:

"I refuse!"

In an instant, the audience was silent.

No one thought that this playboy of the Yang family would dare to contradict the only ground-level martial artist of their Yang family like this.

"That's too bold, isn't it?" thought to everyone present.

Even Yang Mingze's old face was pulled down, he didn't expect his own grandson to argue with him in public.

"Minghui, I'll give you another chance! Give up the position of the head of the family, this has nothing to do with you in the first place!" Yang Mingze shouted.

But Yang Minghui glanced at him coldly, and his body rioted in an instant.

"Boom!" A terrifying black vitality burst out in an instant, instantly covering the entire second-floor hall.

"What's going on!"

"What's going on! I can't see what's going on on the second floor!"

……

The little bosses were shocked.

And they felt the black vitality with a lot of heavy dead air, which made them feel uncomfortable, as if they were thrown into a low-oxygen environment.

"Huh?" Ling Yefeng sensed that something was wrong with the situation, and opened his eyes again.

The situation on the second floor became extremely clear.

I saw that Yang Minghui's whole body was covered by black vitality at this time, and even his eyes turned into pitch black at this time, looking extremely terrifying.

And his strength is also rising at this moment, even reaching the level of the middle of the ground level.

"I'll go, what kind of monster is this?" Ling Yefeng looked at the people who were stupid, what kind of secret method was this, it was actually able to cultivate people to the level of directly uprooting from the Yellow Rank to the Dao Ground Level, this was simply beyond his cognition.

"You're not Hui'er, who the hell are you!" Yang Mingze barely opened his eyes at this time and shouted at Yang Mingze.

"Hehe, old man, don't you know who I am?" I advise you to quickly call out what I want, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!" Yang Minghui laughed wildly and said.

"What you want, you are!" Yang Mingze seemed to understand something, and the expression on his face was cloudy.

"That's right, I knew that you old fellow must know what happened back then, so there is no need for us to talk nonsense, hand it over quickly, and I can spare your life."

Otherwise, I will let your entire Yang family be buried with you!" Yang Minghui said heartbreakingly.

"Then you guys should come!" Yang Mingze thought for a moment and shouted without hesitation:

"Even if you kill all of our Yang family, I won't give that thing to you!

You demons, you don't want to find that thing from me.

Aren't we just dead inside and out, our Yang family has been guarding this thing for so many years, even if it's all dead, what's the big deal!"

"Grandpa. Yang Shiyu was half a loud voice, her eyes were soaked with warm tears, she didn't expect that things would develop to this point.

"Good, very good, old man, since you are so stubborn, then don't blame me for being rude!" Yang Minghui sneered.

In the next second, his body disappeared in place.

"Grandpa be careful!" Yang Shiyu was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she shouted coquettishly.

Because the "Yang Minghui" who was stained with black vitality appeared behind him.

"What!" Yang Mingze obviously didn't react, but out of years of combat experience, he swung his body back violently, picked up his fist and blasted it backwards.

But apparently a little late.

"Die, old man!" Yang Minghui roared.

At the same time, he stretched out his right arm and punched hard.

The black vitality covered his body, and his punch was even more wrapped in a large amount of black vitality, and that kind of oppressive aura instantly came to his face.

"Boom!", Yang Mingze directly punched and slammed into the wall of the Yang family.

In an instant, a large crack appeared in that wall.

"Ahem!" Lu Mingze stood up with difficulty, before he could gain a firm foothold.

"Grandpa!"

"Old master!"

……

Yang Zixuan and Yang Shiyu saw Yang Mingze's tragic situation and hurriedly went up to help.

"Old master!"

"How are you, old master!"

……

The eyes of the group of young bosses below slowly adjusted to the black vitality, and they could barely see the situation on the field.

They rushed forward in a rush and guarded Yang Mingze's surroundings.

"Yohe, the current Yang family really has a lot of loyal and good dogs! Hehe!" Yang Minghui smiled gloomily, and that smile looked extremely penetrating.

"Yang Minghui, you're too much, aren't you? For the sake of a mere position as the head of a family, you even dare to do this to your own grandfather! You're still not human!"

"That's it, no matter how dissatisfied you are, you can't be so cruel to your own grandfather! Are you still human?"

"The Yang family doesn't have a young master like you, we don't recognize you!"

"That's it, we don't recognize you as a young master!"

……

The group of little bosses of the Yang family were indignant and shouted.

"Hehe, don't recognize me, what are you!" Yang Minghui shouted, and the black vitality on his body instantly skyrocketed a little.

"He's not Hui'er anymore, the real Hui'er has been killed. Yang Mingze said with a dejected face.

"What! And who is?"

"It's just a puppet, otherwise with Hui'er's cultivation as a yellow-rank martial artist, how could he hurt me. Yang Mingze said slowly, his face full of heartache.

"this guy!"

"That's it! Kill him! Even the young master of our Yang family dares to kill him! Don't die, right!"

……

After listening to this, the little bosses were instantly furious, and they picked up their guys and rushed towards "Yang Minghui".

"Hehe! You ants, you really think of yourselves as a person!" Yang Minghui said gloomily, and then waved his right hand violently.

"Boom!" The monstrous black vitality was extremely dense at this time, and it surged straight towards those little bosses.

"Ahem!" The little bosses instantly turned pale as paper, and before they could even say another word, they fell straight to the ground, unconscious, foaming at the mouth.

Only a few Xuan-rank martial artists forcibly broke through the black mist and rushed to the side of "Yang Minghui".

But the word "panic" did not appear on the face of "Yang Minghui" at all, but calmly shook it.

"Boom!" In an instant, several small black needles condensed in that black mist, and instantly shot towards the backs of those Xuan-rank martial artists.

"Ma Tzu will kill you!" several Xuan-rank martial artists said fragrantly.

But before they even touched "Yang Minghui", the whole person fell to the ground.

"Bang bang!" Those people were instantly pierced by those small black needles, and fell straight to the ground, life and death unknown.

"What!" Yang Shiyu turned pale with fright in an instant.

They never imagined that the strength of the person in front of them would be so strong.

Only Yang Mingze looked at everything in front of him, shook his head, and sighed deeply.

He knows better than anyone else that in front of the earth-level martial artists, no matter how many Xuan ranks, the yellow-level martial artists will always go up to give people heads.

Because the strength of the two is not at the same level at all.

"Alas, is my Yang family really going to perish today?" Yang Mingze muttered.

"Forget it, it's not interesting to play with you anymore. "Yang Minghui" said coldly:

"Since you don't hand it over if you die, then I kill you, and it doesn't make much difference if I look for it myself, I will find it anyway!"

After speaking, "Yang Minghui" closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands together, and an incomparably depressed aura instantly enveloped the entire hall, and at the same time, the black vitality was also quietly spreading to the entire Yang family manor.

"Heart Demon!" Yang Minghui yelled.

"Boom!" In an instant, a loud bang was heard.

I don't know when, an incomparably huge black shadow slowly appeared behind Yang Mingze, and there was even an incomparably hideous face on that black shadow, and it was so similar to Yang Mingze when you looked closely.

"Yang Mingze!I'll let you die in the hands of your heart demon today!hahaha!" Yang Minghui laughed wildly, and at the same time, he slowly stretched out his palm, and a secret method was instantly concluded.

"Roar!" the black shadow let out a painful roar in an instant, and at the same time, his two terrifying claws stretched straight towards Yang Mingze's head.

Yang Mingze's holy son could still feel the terrifying power coming from those giant claws.

This is to directly pinch and blow up his head!

Yang Mingze slowly kept his eyes open for the rest of his life, waiting for death to come.

But just then, a red light lit up.

"Boom!" Ling Yefeng held a blood-red broadsword in his hand and instantly blocked Yang Mingze's front, and at the same time, that huge blood-red vitality exploded!

……