Xiang Yi's posture maintains an upward tension.

Only when the muscles are in a state of high tension can there be such extreme movements.

With Xiang Yi's physique, he couldn't do such an action.

Of course!

Except for the dead!

"Pedal ......"

A series of footsteps suddenly appeared at the door of the garden.

A group of people came under pressure.

At that moment, everyone saw Ling Luoyu standing quietly.

There was only a moment of silence, and an old man in a gray costume fell to the ground with a weak body.

"Yi'er ......"

Someone tried to help him, but he slammed him away.

"Get out of here!"

He cried and crawled towards Xiang Yi.

"Yi'er, don't scare your father......"

Ling Luoyu slowly walked towards Xiang Yi from the side at that moment, and when he saw his face, his eyes sank.

Xiang Yi's face still maintained a frightened expression, and his facial features were already distorted.

And in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, purple blood stains sprayed out in a spurt-like state and fell straight to the ground.

"Yi'er!"

The old man suddenly exerted force and hugged Xiang Yi in his arms.

"Yi'er, wake up, I'm your father...... Don't scare me......"

At this time, Ling Bufan and the others also heard the news and rushed over, and when they looked at the situation in front of them, their expressions were all a little weird.

This was originally a day of great joy in the wind and forest, but now it was suddenly stained with blood, which is really a bit unlucky.

Especially the wind in the hall, I feel even more heartwarming.

This kind of bad luck happened in his home, how can he be comfortable in the bottom of his heart!?

Seeing the old man crying with his son in his arms, Feng Zaitang stepped forward cautiously.

"Lao Xiang, this ...... What the hell is going on?! Young Master Yi, what's the matter?! ”

"What's wrong? Doesn't that need to be said?! ”

Suddenly glared at Feng Zaitang, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to erupt.

"Old Zaifu, Yi'er has an accident in your mansion, you have to give me a fair explanation, and let my son die!"

Feng Zaitang nodded hurriedly: "Yes!" Be!! I will definitely find out about this matter and give Young Master Yi an explanation......"

"That's what you said!" Driving forward was like grabbing a life-saving straw, and suddenly pulled on the sleeves of Feng Zaitang: "Old Zaifu, you have to call the shots for my son!" ”

Feng Zaitang almost fell, and hurriedly responded: "Be in charge!" Call the shots! Be in charge! ”

He doesn't even know what's going on here, how to do it?!

"But...... What the hell is going on here? Didn't Young Master Yi drink in the main hall? How could something happen here!? ”

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he glanced at Xiang Yi's death.

"And...... How did Young Master Yi die!? ”

Ling Luoyu, who had been silent, suddenly said lazily: "He was shattered by someone with Xuan Qi in an instant, and the pressure on his heart was great, causing blood pulses to collide, causing all the blood in his heart to spurt out at that moment......"

Everyone's eyes instantly looked different.

Especially when I drove forward, my eyes were even more hideous.

Feng Zaitang saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly glanced at Ling Bufan, motioning for him to ask Ling Luoyu.

This little killing god can be intimidated by Ling Bufan, an old thing.

If you don't agree with each other, there is a possibility of dismantling his Feng family.

So, words! It's better for him to say less.

Ling Bufan was also puzzled: "Yu'er, then according to what you can see, what level of Xuan Qi did Young Master Yi die in?!" ”

can shatter the internal organs with one move, and it is the power to rush out the blood, and the cultivation should definitely not be underestimated.