Zhou Yang didn't know much about Yan Baichuan's family affairs before, and he didn't even say a few words to the soil emperor of the Chutian region. The most tacit cooperation between the two is probably to inadvertently join forces to kill Shi Zhonggang. Of course, Zhou Yang didn't know the impact on the power layout of the two major regions of Chutian and Jianghai and even the entire Huaxia Immortal Cultivation Realm.

According to common sense, this man in a suit should be Yan Baichuan's subordinate, and his call "Uncle Yan" may be a little related at best, but in essence he is still a dog's leg, no matter how close he is, he is far inferior to his biological son like Yan Jin.

But this dogleg didn't seem to have the slightest consciousness, and even showed a lot of hostility towards Yan Jin.

According to the clues revealed in their words, they mentioned just now that the man in the suit followed Yan Jin's second brother, and it is estimated that there are still some heir contenders between him and Yan Jin.

I didn't expect that in a family of cultivating immortals in the small Chujiang City, this kind of bloody plot would be staged, similar to the ancient prince's seizure of the heir, and the people of different factions fighting openly and secretly. Where there are really people, there are rivers and lakes.

The only thing that made Zhou Yang feel pain was that Yan Baichuan was very shrewd, just looking at his temperament, he knew that he was a man with great wisdom. It is impossible not to know the small movements between his two sons. But they still acquiesce to the existence of this competitive relationship, and even make no secret of their own preferences to fuel the fire. Sure enough, the worldview of this kind of person is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Yan Jin actually hadn't had time to move out of his father today to pretend to be slapped in the face. But he only offended himself slightly, and was decisively sacrificed by Yan Baichuan, who was in the field, and then sent to his opponent to force him to kneel. Apparently he didn't like him very much.

It's no wonder that a son-in-law like Yan Jin, who is not doing his job, if it is his own son, Zhou Yang would be eager to press him in the toilet and drown, and save him from going out and causing trouble.

The matter of hundreds of people gathering to make trouble was solved, but this is still the main road on the campus, not to mention the students who are watching from afar, there are also a large number of people from the sub-bureau and the school at the scene.

Yan Jin, the third young master, who has always been pampered and well-fed, is at home, and he has never even knelt down with his mother, at best, he is forced to obey his father's majesty. At this time, if you want to make a fool of yourself in public, how will you behave in the future?

"Boom, boom...... Giggles"

Brother Yan Jin rudely pushed away the girl beside him, as if he had abandoned his shoes, without the slightest intention of pity and cherishing jade, his fists were clenched, and the roots of his teeth were clenched.

Yan Baichuan inexplicably taught him a lesson, after all, he was a strong father. But what is this guy? At best, it's for the family industry, but it's ugly, it's a dog in front of the second brother.

Yan Jin himself is unlearned, but he still thinks very highly of himself. In his heart, he seems to be the heir of the next family. This guy is a dog, and he dares to force himself to kneel?

In an instant, today's plan failed, he made a fool of himself in public, and his hatred for Zhou Yang was all transferred to him.

Zhou Yang's divine sense swept over Yan Jin and found that he was in the realm of the three grades of condensation, and he was amused in his heart. I thought that the young master of this immortal cultivation family was not as good as his own half-cultivator. In fact, he didn't want to think about it, he could cross the body quenching realm by dropping a little blood on the puppet casually, what kind of demonic cultivation mode this was.

But the most surprising thing is that the man in the suit is empty without a trace of aura fluctuations. There are only two possibilities for this to happen. Either he was a mortal who was only physically strong, or his cultivation was much higher than Zhou Yang's.

Originally, Zhou Yang didn't have much interest in the personal grudges between them, but he couldn't help but feel strange. If he is a mortal, where does he have the confidence to persecute immortal cultivators so strongly?

But a subordinate of the Yan family can have a cultivation of more than five grades in the Qi Condensation Realm? This is inevitably too extravagant. Zhou Yang remembered that the subordinate disciples summoned by Long Jiufeng were all just entry-level immortal cultivators in the Quenching Body Realm. The difference in strength between the two families is not so big.

Immediately, Yan Jin gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, indirectly answering Zhou Yang's question.

"I warn you not to be too arrogant, a lowly body refiner, a waste person who doesn't even have the roots and bones of an immortal cultivator, don't think that he is my opponent!"

Yan Jin roared almost madly. Fortunately, Zhou Yang's position was relatively far away, and he was separated from the others by some distance. Otherwise, these words reached the ears of many "mortals", and it was estimated that it would be another public relations crisis.

Although the content of these words was tough, Zhou Yang could hear that Yan Jin's tone was full of external strength and middle strength.

The face of the man in the suit Gu Jing Bubo finally twitched slightly, probably because he was poked in the heart. With a gloomy expression, he took a step forward. It is strictly forbidden to retreat immediately.

It seems that he keeps scolding "dog legs" and "lowly", but in fact he is still very jealous of the other party.

"Alchemist?"

Zhou Yang, who heard this term for the first time, remembered it firmly in his heart.

Looking at Yan Jin's appearance, could it be that this kind of body refiner could still be as strong as an immortal cultivator?

After Zhou Yang witnessed Shi Zhonggang and Yan Baichuan's fighting methods, he thought that without using modern weapons, immortal cultivators were already the strongest.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel ashamed. He belongs to the halfway amateur immortal cultivator, and he doesn't know anything about similar "common sense in the immortal cultivation world", but he is forced to play the identity of a senior, and he can't just ask someone.

Long Yuechang can be regarded as a typical example of having no heart and lungs, high IQ and low EQ, but Zhou Yang still can't easily treat her as an encyclopedia. Otherwise, maybe one day the little girl will come home and say that she will leak her mouth, and let Long Jiufeng know that she is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, which will definitely bring about a catastrophe. This is the bull I chose, and I have to blow it while kneeling.

Every time like this, Zhou Yang envies these proud sons of heaven who are backed by their families and sects at every turn. At the same time, I pondered that I would look for an opportunity to make up for the relevant knowledge when I went back.

Seeing that the tense atmosphere between the two sides was getting stronger and stronger, and it was almost time to fight, Zhou Yang cleared his throat slightly.

"Ahem, I said, did you take me in your eyes, do you want him to kowtow and admit his mistakes, is it Yan Baichuan who has the final say?"

As soon as these words came out, the man in the suit realized that the young man in front of him, who was not good-looking, was a character who even the head of the family, Yan Laohu, had to be carefully served!

No matter how nervous Yan Jin is, he also understands that he kicked the iron plate without opening his eyes today, and the only remaining pitiful self-esteem made him still refuse to show weakness and snorted coldly and turned his head. But he found that his subordinates were tugging at his sleeves, constantly making eyes.

As soon as Zhou Yang spoke, the two stopped bickering, and saw that the atmosphere was becoming more and more deadlocked.