Wei Yong's words fell, Yan Bai's faces were bloodless for a moment, and they naturally heard some of the rumors outside, plus Wei Yong's face, they immediately thought that the rumors were true.

"Wei Yong, you should know what will happen to you if the sect master comes back, with his temper."

Shao Bo's chest was undulating, but his momentum was not so strong.

"Hehe, I'll wait."

Wei Yong sneered: "I've been scared for half a month, now please tell me, the healing pill I took before is really poisonous?" ”

"Nature has ......"

Yan Bai's eyes flashed, and he could only pretend to be strong.

"There's your mother......"

Wei Yong was furious, suddenly flew forward, and punched Yan Bai in the face, the speed was so fast that Yan Bai didn't even have a chance to react, and half of his face was already high and swollen.

"Wei Yong!!"

Zhuo Yao and the others shouted, their bodies were already trembling, but for Wei Yong, they still didn't dare to make a move.

Because once you do it, maybe the entire sect will be implicated.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Yong smiled on his face: "Is it louder than anyone?" Now I order, gather all the disciples, the three of you, kneel in front of me in front of the whole sect and admit your mistakes, otherwise in half an hour, the Venerable of the Sea will send an envoy over, and without me interceding for you, you will all die!" ”

The three of them changed color, and it turned out that Wei Yong had already notified the Ocean Alliance!

"Deputy Sect Master Wei, I haven't seen you for a few days, you can recover, it's all alive."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, and the four of them turned their heads at the same time, the person outside the door was not Su Yang.

It's just that Su Yang's face was slightly pale at this time, as if he was injured.

"Sect Master ......"

"Yanyang Taishang Great Heavenly Venerable?"

The four of them shouted softly at the same time, Yan Bai and the three of them were filled with endless joy, but Wei Yong's face was like ashes.

"Yes!"

Su Yang nodded at Yan Bai and the others, walked straight to the main seat and sat down, and then pointed to the Brontë who followed them: "Let me introduce to you, this is the second vice president of the Gimmer firm, Your Excellency Brontë." ”

"Ah......h

"I just said it looks a little familiar, once I saw it once in Jimer Town, it turned out to be His Excellency Brontë, please accept me!"

Except for Wei Yong, the others didn't know Brontë, but when they heard Wei Yong say this, they all hurriedly saluted.

Seeing this, Su Yang, who was sitting on the main seat, waved his hand: "Yes, Your Excellency Brontë is now my bodyguard, what kind of salute do you give him, just socialize with his peers."

"Ahh

Yan Bai and the others shouted softly again: "Sect Master, this is Your Excellency Brontë, you, you, you ......."

Wei Yong turned his gaze and suddenly pointed at Su Yang: "Good you Yanyang, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of Your Excellency Brontë, even if Your Excellency Brontë doesn't mind, I, Wei Yong, won't agree." ”

As he spoke, he turned to Brontë like a pug, quickly moved over a chair, and quickly wiped it with his sleeve: "Your Excellency Brontë, I am Wei Yong, the honorary deputy sect master of the Yanyang Sect, but I and them are not all the way at all. ”

"That's a lot of talk!"

Su Yang frowned, suddenly got up, and came to Wei Yong in a flash, his fist the size of a sandbag raised.

Bang, bang, bang......

Without using combat power, more than ten punches were thrown out in a row, and the speed of that punch was N times faster than that of a sewing machine, until Su Yang returned to the main seat and sat down, only to see Wei Yong's head swelled up like a pig's head.

"Ahhh

Wei Yong was directly stunned, and looked at Brontë with pleading eyes: "Your Excellency Brontë, can you bear this?" ”

"It's you who hit you, why can't I bear it?"

Brontë was expressionless: "What he said is right, this seat is his bodyguard, within a month, whoever dares to touch a single hair of him, I will destroy his whole family!" ”

After saying a word, Brontë looked at Su Yang: "Boy, I'm tired of this seat, where do I live?" ”

"Zhuo Yao, don't hurry up and arrange a residence, the best room, the highest level of treatment."

Su Yang grinned.

"Ah......h

Zhuo Yao and the others were already completely messy, and they didn't know what happened to Su Yang this time, and after nodding their heads in a daze, Zhuo Yao stumbled out of the hall and prepared the room.

"Heh, ha......"

As for Wei Yong, he only felt that his lips were dry, and he really wanted to find a basin of cold water to sober up, but he couldn't even move his steps.

"Your Excellency Brontë, this Wei Yong is indeed the honorary deputy sect master of my Yanyang Sect."

Su Yang got up and looked at Wei Yong very complicatedly: "But, I want to usurp the throne at any time, but I am merciful, and I can't always be heavy-handed, since you are now my bodyguard, you should clear up the potential threat to me, right?" ”

"Okay, that's going to kill you."

Brontë frowned, but he still picked Wei Yong up and threw him to the ground.

That power was so great, Su Yang didn't have to think about it to know that when Wei Yong landed, it was estimated that he had become a pile of rotten meat.

"Don't ......"

Su Yang hurriedly said: "Just scrap it, it's not my intention to kill my subordinates." ”

"Okay!"

Brontë didn't say much, and only a tenth of the strength in his hand remained, and the next moment ......

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wei Yong's bones were broken, and then he saw Brontë fly up with one foot, and he didn't stop until Wei Yong's screams turned into a low moan.

"So?"

Patting his fat hands, Brontë looked at Su Yang.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Su Yang smiled and walked in front of Brontë in a few steps: "Now you can go and rest, the housework of the sect, don't bother you." ”

"Humph!"

Brontë snorted coldly, and as soon as his big sleeves flung away, Su Yang squeezed Yan Bai's eyes, and the latter understood, and hurriedly followed to lead the way.

"Ouch, ah, ah, ah......"

At this time, Wei Yong on the ground couldn't even turn over, the bones of his whole body were nowhere to go, and his muscles were necrotic in large patches, and for him, he was afraid that he would not be able to recover from such injuries every few months.

"It's quite a dick just now, I heard that the envoy of the Ocean Alliance is coming soon, right?"

Su Yang slowly squatted down and sorted out Wei Yong's messy clothes.

"Yes, Yanyang, you dare to do this to me, wait for death, wait for death......"

Wei Yong's qi was weak, and his eyes were red.

"Hehe, you may have forgotten that it wasn't me who made you like this, but the second vice president of the Gimmer firm, His Excellency Brontë."

Su Yang smiled and spread his hands.

"You, you, you, you......"

These words made Wei Yong understand in an instant, it turned out that Su Yang asked Brontë to make a move, just to clean up the matter, and when the messenger came, Mo said that he would find a way back, and he was afraid that he would not even dare to let a fart go.

"What are you, wait for the messenger to arrive."

Su Yang got up, returned to the main seat and sat down: "Serve tea, wipe out the position of the messenger, and set up the good tea!" ”