Remember [Literature Bus] in one second, and read it for free without pop-ups!

Chapter 235: Zhao Meng

originally wanted to accept Zhao Lie as a disciple, but seeing that the latter had no interest in cultivation, Ye Qingyun was not strong.

This life is actually very short, and you will be happy only if you do what you like.

To be honest, Ye Qingyun was a little envious of Zhao Lie.

He envied the latter for being able to live so happily.

If he could, he would rather not cultivate and stay with his loved ones for the rest of his life.

But no, you cannot.

Heaven doesn't let him do this, he can only cultivate desperately, desperately become strong, strong enough to change his life against the sky.

"When the old gentleman is watching, I am relieved. Ye Qingyun arched his hand at the old man, intending to leave here.

Unexpectedly, a sharp sound suddenly sounded in the room.

"Ahh

This voice is Zhao Lie's.

"Not good!" Ye Qingyun and the old man spoke again and again, and the figures of the two disappeared directly in the next moment, and they had already come to the backyard when they reappeared.

I saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him, he was wearing a blue robe, his face was gloomy, and there seemed to be a sharp sword in his eyes, extremely sharp, holding a small child in his hand.

The little boy had already fainted, apparently knocked unconscious by him.

"Stop!" When the old man saw this scene, he instantly became furious, Zhao Lie is the son of General Zhao, he is Zhao Yong's housekeeper, how could he watch Zhao Lie die, he rushed over in an instant, and a wild giant wolf martial spirit appeared on his back.

However, the middle-aged man just waved his sleeves, and a hurricane blew wildly, shaking his body directly out.

Ye Qingyun hurriedly went over, picked up the old man, handed a pill to the old man, and then shifted his gaze to the middle-aged man in front of him, and suddenly became abrupt.

This middle-aged man looks very similar to the two deceased Cai Zhi brothers.

Ye Qingyun easily guessed the identity of the latter.

Cai Zhi, Cai Lang's father.

The middle-aged man carried the child, glanced at Ye Qingyun contemptuously, and then turned around and left directly.

"Where are you going?" Ye Qingyun flickered, and came directly in front of the middle-aged man, his eyes were cold, and his voice was even more indifferent.

"What's the matter with you!" the middle-aged man said disdainfully, "Get out!"

He was in a very bad mood, when he came to Zhao Chengzhong, he found that his two sons had become two cold corpses, and he was angry in an instant, and in an instant, he actually thought of Zhao Yong's son, and the purpose of his coming here today was to use the blood of Zhao Yong's son to vent the anger in his heart.

Although I don't know which warrior killed his child.

But he vowed that if he found out, he would make life worse than death, and try the most painful punishment.

"Let him go!" Ye Qingyun looked indifferently at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"You get out of here, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will kill you now. The middle-aged man scolded, his eyes were already rolling with Sen Ran's murderous intent, like two sharp swords, the pain of losing his son made him feel extremely bad, and now he saw a yellow-haired boy dare to speak to him in such a tone, and his mood was even worse.

"Are your two sons dead?" suddenly, Ye Qingyun asked.

The middle-aged man's body trembled violently, and his hand naturally let go of Zhao Lie's neck.

Behind, when the old man saw this scene, he ran up desperately, his figure flickered, his speed was very fast, and when he returned to his original position again, there was already one more person beside him, Zhao Lie.

Seeing that Zhao Lie was fine, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man turned his head and stared at the young man in white.

His name is Cai Xiaohu, and he is the master of the Bandit Alliance.

The death of his two sons was a huge blow to him.

What does it mean that the man in front of him knows that his son is dead?

"Did you do that?" his eyes darkened, and his face sank like water.

"That's right, I did it. Ye Qingyun nodded and said unceremoniously.

"Why?" the middle-aged man let out a long howl and roared heartbreakingly, his face twisted into a distorted shape because of anger, and anger slowly grew.

His two sons could have inherited his mantle, but they died.

"Because they deserve to die!" Ye Qingyun said indifferently.

"Say that Zhao Yong is a puppet and a waste? and wantonly kick Brother Yong's corpse, do you think it is necessary to live such a person?" Ye Qingyun looked indifferent.

"Bastard, just a word, you will put my son to death?" Cai Xiaohu roared again, and a huge demon tiger slowly emerged behind him.

This is his martial spirit.

"That's the only way, naturally it's not the reason to kill your son, your two sons have no one in their eyes, they want to kill me, I just killed them out of self-preservation, what's wrong with this? It's you, unwilling, full of resentment, and you are here to capture General Zhao's son, you want to vent your anger with his death, am I right?" Ye Qingyun's eyes were indifferent, and every word was full of strong killing intent.

He will never let go of such a person.

"That's right, now, I have changed my mind, I'll kill you first!" Cai Xiaohu roared angrily, and his right hand slammed out, his cultivation was five in the Five Elements Realm, and his strength was strong.

Ye Qingyun didn't make a move, because at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, and without saying a word, he slammed out with a punch.

The fist wind tore through the space, bringing with it the sound of breaking wind.

With this punch, the blood tide was rolling, with an astonishing aura, like a sea of blood.

Cai Xiaohu took a few steps back, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the person in front of him with some fear.

"You?"

"It's you? Zhao Meng, you didn't even die? That's right, you weren't in the city at the time, if it weren't for that, you would be like your general, and you would be divided by ten demon beasts!"

He screamed.

But he didn't see a cold killing intent gradually emerging in Zhao Meng's eyes.

Zhao Meng drew out his long sword, and in the moonlight, it shot out a cold luster, and in one step, disappeared in place.

One step, his figure has already appeared on the former.

The hand was raised slightly, and the long sword in his hand had already fallen on the latter's neck.

"Whoever insults my eldest brother will be killed!"

Cold words slowly came out of his mouth.

The next moment, the long sword slashed slightly, as if the beauty was slowly sewing a needle.

A blood-colored light clearly appeared on Cai Xiaohu's neck.

Blood was pouring down.

Immediately afterwards, Cai Xiaohu's entire head left his body with a bang, fell down, and rolled like a watermelon.

When Ye Qingyun saw this scene, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with some surprise.

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man's combat effectiveness was so strong.

"Young man, you're right, death won't solve any problems!"

"My eldest brother is dead, if I, Zhao Meng, are dead, who will avenge my eldest brother?" Zhao Meng's eyes were bright, and he said heavily, raising his head and looking at the bright moon in the sky.