"In the past few years, your Han family has been arrogant and domineering, and it is time to endure hardships. ”

Ye Junsheng said lightly.

Han Zhihui smiled disdainfully, "Can you do it?"

"Ye Junsheng, the day you set foot in Zhujiang again, it will be your death. ”

"I set foot in Zhujiang again, and everything in your Han family in Zhujiang will be uprooted. And the statue of the Suzaku that stood will also be destroyed. ”

Ye Junsheng was calm.

Han Zhihui's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Ye Junsheng said this sentence in front of everyone, clearly provoking the authority of the Han family.

The eyes are facing each other.

The tense atmosphere pervades the air, and it's creepy.

Those who came to pay their respects felt an inexplicable chill.

Is this just on?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They all knew that the Han family's Suzaku statue standing in Zhujiang had its head cut off, and it was unknown who was so bold.

Now that things are clear, it was Ye Junsheng who cut off the head of the Vermilion Bird statue.

No wonder Han Zhihui would fight him.

No one knows the land of the three provinces, no one knows, the Suzaku statue is set up by Han Jialiwei.

Moving the Suzaku statue is tantamount to opposing the Han family.

However, Ye Junsheng directly cut the head of the Suzaku statue. Let the world-famous Suzaku statue become nondescript and become a laughing stock.

The prestige of the Han family was greatly hit.

Han Fenglin is well-known for his iron-blooded wrists, not to mention outsiders, even if the Han family touches his reverse scales, he will not be merciful.

Everyone secretly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

There is a way that immortals fight, and mortals suffer.

Many of them have invested in the Han family's industry, and once the Han family's assets shrink, they will also suffer losses.

They only hope that the Han family will show their true skills and suppress the domineering Ye Junsheng.

Han Zhihui said angrily: "Ye Junsheng, you'd better restrain your arrogant behavior. The Han family, it's not as simple as you think. ”

"Then I want to see what Han Fenglin has educated you into. ”

Ye Junsheng's expression was indifferent, "It's too cold to be in a high place, and the Han family climbs too fast, so you should be ready to fall off the altar." ”

"Your Han Zhihui's confidence is nothing more than the princely family behind the Han family. ”

Han Zhihui's pupils suddenly shrank.

After Han Zhiming returned to the provincial capital, he told Hu Asan's analysis.

All the Han family, including Han Fenglin, scoffed.

How powerful the Night Clan is.

Even the lord of the country can't move, let alone a Ye Junsheng.

Now it seems that Ye Junsheng clearly knows that behind the Han family is the Ye family's princely family.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but want to laugh.

Young and vigorous, I don't know whether I live or die.

The methods of the Ye Clan's princely family are not what he can imagine as a small person.

What about a king with a different surname?

In the eyes of the Ye clan, his name with a different surname is not worth mentioning.

When the night clan thunder came, he would realize how ignorant his thoughts were.

Han Zhihui said in a vigilant tone: "It's a good thing to be young and vigorous, but sometimes you have to learn to be restrained. ”

"It's not your turn to preach me as a person. ”

Ye Junsheng stared at him with a smile, and he felt a chill in his heart.

A person walked out from behind Han Zhihui and stared at Ye Junsheng condescendingly, "Second Master doesn't welcome you, hurry up." ”

Ye Junsheng looked at him indifferently and was indifferent.

Song Tingsheng's brows furrowed.

It was not a feast, but a funeral for his son and grandson.

Han Zhihui is so strong, there is a taste of dominance.

It's crazy to be in the limelight.

Even the funerals of the deceased.

Song Tingsheng said coldly: "Han Zhihui, you pay attention to your behavior. This is my son's funeral, when will it be your turn to decide?"

Han Zhihui disagreed, and said perfunctorily, "Master of the Song family, I am saving face for your Song family." Your Song family is afraid of Ye Junsheng, but I, Han Zhihui, am not afraid. ”

Han Zhihui waved his hand impatiently and motioned for his entourage to hurry up.

There was a deathly silence.

Thousands of pairs of eyes converged on Han Zhihui and his party.

"Are you dumb or deaf? ”

Han Zhihui's entourage glared angrily.

Ye Junsheng's face was indifferent and he didn't smile.

Han Zhihui's entourage showed anger on his face, and with a wave of his arm, he swept towards Ye Junsheng.

The next moment, the scene was unprecedentedly quiet, and even the mourning music stopped.

Han Zhihui's entourage turned pale, his left hand clutched his right arm tightly, and blood couldn't stop flowing from his fingers and dripping to the ground.

The ticking sound is creepy and the scalp is tingling.

The sound of gasping for air was heard.

Han Zhihui's entourage's right arm was neatly severed from the lower arm, and the severed palm was lying on the steps, stimulating everyone's eyes.

They don't know what's going on.

Ye Junsheng didn't move at all, and no one else even moved except for Han Zhihui's entourage.

However, Han Zhihui's entourage's arm was so strangely broken.

The scene was incredibly quiet and chilling.

Han Zhihui's face turned green with anger.

He had a sense of shame as if he had fallen from heaven to hell.

One second he was still high, showing off his might, and the next moment he was slapped in the face.

His face was blue and red, and it was hard to see the extreme.

Several of his other entourages rushed out, protecting Han Zhihui behind him, staring at Ye Junsheng with fierce eyes.

Leng Yueming's thick eyebrows and big eyes locked on Han Zhihui, "With your kind of goods, you dare to be disrespectful to my general?"

Han Zhihui sneered.

"Ye Junsheng, it's not interesting for you to be crazy in front of me, you have the ability to pull down the Night Clan that stands on the altar. ”

Han Zhihui stared at Ye Junsheng provocatively, once again regaining his domineering attitude before.

Ye Junsheng smiled slightly.

Han Zhihui, a clown who jumped off the beam, dared to jump in front of him.

It seems that if he doesn't show some sincerity, he will be disappointed.

Ye Junsheng tilted his head slightly, "Leng Yueming, let Second Master Han see our sincerity." ”

"Yes!"

Leng Yueming stepped on the steps, and her momentum changed step by step.

Hiss --

Han Zhihui's face was pale, like a fish in his throat, and he didn't dare to speak again.

The turbulent atmosphere was like a stormy wave, and Han Zhihui's entourage was cold on all fours, frozen in place.

Leng Yueming stepped on the next step again.

Poof!

Han Zhihui's entourage turned pale, spat blood with a wow, and fell to the ground softly.

Han Zhihui trembled, and fear struck.

He didn't expect the person he brought to be so vulnerable, he couldn't even bear the breath released by Ye Junsheng's subordinates.

Han Zhihui stiffened his head and said, "Ye Junsheng, do you really want to go head-to-head with the Han family?"

Ye Junsheng waved his fingers slightly, and the momentum of self-esteem spread, "You are wrong, I don't want to go head-to-head with the Han family, but with the master of the Han family." ”

"You're really treating yourself as a dish, aren't you? ”

Han Zhihui's face was full of anger, "Ye Junsheng, you will die a miserable death." ”

"Perhaps. ”

Leng Yueming suddenly stepped forward and hooked Han Zhihui's head and smashed it on the ground, and suddenly his head was bleeding and screaming again and again.

Hiss --

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they subconsciously retreated.

Decisive killing!

Leng Yueming raised her foot and stepped on Han Zhihui's face, and everyone gasped.

Han Zhihui's face was covered with blood and he was embarrassed.

This is the second master of the Han family in Shuicheng.

The famous man of the year in the land of the three provinces is trampled under his feet like a dog at this moment.