Saturday.

Clear.

Several black SUV Lexus business sedans were parked in a courtyard alley, Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya, as well as more than a dozen bodyguards in black clothes and black pants, stood together.

"The seventh master is back, why let us come to this kind of place to wait for him."

"Who knows?"

Wang Wenwu was holding a thick cigar with an impatient face, if it weren't for the fact that his son was injured by Zhuo Bufan, and he couldn't find anyone to take revenge, how could he stand here stupidly waiting for someone.

As he was talking, two men walked at the mouth of the alley, the man walking in front was about fifty years old, with gray hair, wearing a black centipede button robe, walking with his heels on the ground, and the posture of an immortal.

The young man behind him was about thirty years old, wearing casual clothes, swaggering, and a fox and a tiger.

Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya rushed up:

"Seventh Master."

"Seventh Master."

Yang Qi didn't even look at the two of them, he just nodded slightly, his posture was very big, Wang Wenwu didn't have a difference in his heart, he just snorted lightly.

"Wang Wenwu, you want me to help you take revenge, and the Jinling underworld will respect me in the future." Yang Qi glanced at him and said indifferently, as if he took it for granted.

The muscles on Wang Wenwu's face twitched violently, and he said with empty eyes: "Seventh Master, your appetite is inevitably too big." ”

"I really can't look down on the underworld in Jinling, but no matter how few mosquito legs are, they are also meat, how do you know that the world is big and wonderful." Yang Qi shook his head, as if he was discussing the bustling scene of the city with a hillbilly.

Wang Ya hurriedly pulled Wang Wenwu and made a look, telling him not to be impulsive.

"I'll talk about it when I'm done." After Yang Qi finished speaking, he took the young man behind him and strode towards a courtyard.

Wang Wenwu snorted coldly: "I've been out for a few years and come back with such a big breath, and I'm not afraid to choke myself." With that, he also took someone with him.

Yang Qi stopped at the door of a martial arts hall, put his hands behind his back, and raised his head to look at the plaque of Nanmu gold lacquer - "Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Hall".

"Master, master, back then, you said that I was not scheming and passed on the position of the hall master to my junior brother, forcing me to leave Jinling, and today I am back, and no one can take away what belongs to me." With that, he strode in.

Courtyards, water tanks, wooden stakes, and flower beds have not changed as in previous years.

Seeing such a large group of people walking in, the disciples who were practicing martial arts all stopped and looked at them curiously.

"Big brother."

"Duan Shanhe, you dare to come back."

Someone saw the young man who was following Yang Qi and glared angrily.

Chen Min also ran out, with anger in his eyes: "Duan Shanhe, you scumbag, you dare to come back?" ”

"Senior sister, how can you say that you also liked me before, why are you so angry with me." Duan Shanhe didn't smile and said.

"I was blind at the beginning." Chen Min gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, Chen Min's gaze fell on Yang Qi's body, and his pupils dilated: "You, why are you back?" ”

"Min girl, let your father come out." Yang Qi said indifferently.

"Senior brother." Chen Longhu had already come out, and when he saw Yang Qi, his face showed a complicated expression.

Yang Qi looked at Chen Longhu: "I haven't seen you for many years, and my junior brother is also old." ”

"The years are not forgiving, senior brother should say hello to me in advance when he comes back." Chen Longhu's brows furrowed into a Sichuan character.

Yang Qi said indifferently: "I just want to know why the master gave you the position of the hall master." ”

"You beat a beggar to death in order to refine the Blood Fist, and the master said that your mind is not correct and you are not suitable to be the owner of the hall." Chen Longhu said.

Yang Qi said excitedly: "My talent is higher than yours, my martial arts are better than yours, I have a sincere heart in martial arts, and my martial arts have been brave and refined in recent years, even if the master and his old man are still there, I am not my opponent, just like that, I don't have the qualifications to be the hall master?" ”

"Martial arts are secondary, the key mentality must be right, even if your martial arts are high, handing over the martial arts hall to you will make the martial arts hall humiliated." Chen Longhu is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Good, good." Yang Qi suddenly laughed, and said with Ling Ran's eyes: "Today's martial arts hall is no longer my goal, but it is a knot in my heart, if you can take my move, I will leave." ”

After that, Yang Qi walked to a willow tree surrounded by about one person, and his five fingers were hooked, as if the trunk was a tofu block, and his five fingers pierced through it directly, "Get up." ”

In the frightened, shocked eyes of everyone.

I saw that Yang Qi actually pulled up the weeping willow with one hand, like the flower monk Lu Zhishen in the Water Margin.

Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya, who followed behind, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Such martial arts are beyond the scope of scientific knowledge.

"Caught it." Yang Qi directly threw a javelin, and a one-story tall willow tree rushed directly towards Chen Longhu like an arrow.

Chen Longhu didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly spread the power of his whole body to the extreme, using the Qi Dragon Yin Golden Bell Jar and the Whistling Iron Cloth Shirt to resist with both hands.

Colliding together, Chen Longhu quickly retreated, two deep marks were drawn under his feet, his face changed instantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The whole person flew out directly.

"Dad."

"Master."

"Master."

Chen Min felt rushed up and helped Chen Longhu up, "Dad, how are you?" ”

"My anger has been broken, I'm afraid I won't be able to use martial arts in the future." Chen Longhu's face was snow-white, and red blood overflowed from his mouth, he should have thought that this day Yang Qi would come back.

Chen Minmei's eyes were full of anger, for a martial artist, losing his martial arts is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Duan Shanhe sneered: "My master, how can you be vulnerable, it is still good to know the current affairs like me, and only with my master can I have a future." ”

Yang Qi shook his head and said, "Dragon Tiger, you can't even catch my move now, it's too weak." ”

With that, he turned around and walked outside.

Sitting in the business car, Yang Qi lay on the soft backrest, his eyes half-open and half-squinted, with a worldly appearance.

Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya sat in the front row, the two glanced at each other, but neither dared to speak.

The scene just now really refreshed the worldview of the two.

Not to mention the weight of the willow itself, even if it is the strength of the roots of the tree to grasp the ground, it takes at least a crane to pull it up, but Yang Qi has at least thousands of catties of strength to pull it out with one hand.

With such strength, it is only a matter of time before Jinling dominates in the future.

"Seventh Master, when are we going to find Zhuo Bufan for revenge?" Wang Wenwu asked, with a hint of caution in his tone.

Yang Qi has such strength, if he wants to kill him, it is like killing a chicken, not to mention these bodyguards around him, even if he uses a gun, I am afraid he will not be able to cure him.

"Zhuo Bufan?" Yang Qi muttered to himself: "Wounding my nephew and driving my brother out of Jinling, I also want to see what he is capable of." ”

"Don't worry, it's the Obon Conference in a few days, and then I will not only kill Zhuo Bufan, but also establish Jinling, so that Jinling can only hear one person's voice from now on." Yang Qi said lightly, but there was a cold aura in his tone.

Wang Wenwu sighed secretly in his heart, I'm afraid that in a few days, this Jinling City should change its surname to Yang.

(End of chapter)