"Mrs. Yang, can't you finally help but come forward?"

Hearing the sound in the distance, Zhu Yi's heart moved, his left hand turned into a claw, and slapped Zhu Jie's chest, and his hand still grabbed his wrist fiercely.

A fierce energy, under Zhu Yi's palm and claw, surged towards Zhu Jie with murderous energy.

It's just that Zhu Jie is still making fools. He still couldn't understand that as the pride of the sky, it took him a whole year to cultivate to the intermediate level of qi cultivation under the condition that his mother and eldest brother kept giving him elixirs.

What is unbelievable is that Zhu Yi didn't know which ravine in Yanshan he had been in for three months, and after he came out, he already had the strength of the fourth level of qi cultivation.

Even Zhu Yi comprehended a new secret method, which was specially used to restrain the secret method of his "The Art of the Ocean"!

However, Zhu Jie didn't have time to come up with an answer.

'Click, click, click' The sound of bones breaking sounded at the same time, and Zhu Jie was like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood from his mouth and flying out of the yard.

During the three months of cultivation, Zhu Yi took the Qi Condensing Pill every day, almost all of them were eaten as snacks, and with his hard cultivation, how could the speed of progress be poor.

Only when you have struggled at the bottom will you know what it is like to be treated as an ant. Zhu Yi didn't want to be treated as an ant who could be pinched to death at will, so the degree of hard cultivation was far from what a gentleman like Zhu Jie could imagine.

As for the Flame of Flame, it was nothing more than an accidental surprise that had absorbed the spirit in a violent way.

'Bang' Zhu Jie fell heavily to the ground, black smoke was still emitting from his chest, and a slap mark was burned on his clothes, and it was scorched black. There were also five black finger prints on his right wrist, and the smell of burnt meat wafted out.

"Ah, Zhu Yi, you still dare to hurt me, I want you to die a bad death!" Spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, Zhu Jie rolled on the ground in pain, crying and scolding.

"Zhu Yi, did you go too far this time? Zhu Jie is your brother after all, fratricidal, if your father knows about it, I'm afraid he will beat you to death!" Mrs. Yang looked at her little son who was wailing on the ground distressedly, and tears couldn't help but fall. She hurriedly fed Zhu Jie a healing elixir and scolded Zhu Yi.

When Su Bai reported that Zhu Yi was back, Mrs. Yang went to find Zhu Jie, for fear that he would be impulsive and go to Zhu Yi to seek revenge, but he was still a step too late, and Zhu Jie was no longer in the room.

Mrs. Yang was afraid that something would happen to her youngest son, and she didn't care about lurking behind the scenes, so she rushed directly to Zhu Yi's place with people, but unfortunately Zhu Jie had been beaten half to death by him.

"Hmph, Mrs. Yang, your hat is really buttoned up, fratricidal? He kept saying that he wanted my life, I didn't want to die, so I fought back, is there anything wrong with this?" Zhu Yi walked out of the courtyard and looked at Mrs. Yang with a sneer.

The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart, Zhu Yi thinks that it is not an exaggeration to describe Mrs. Yang. The reason why he gave Zhu Jie a breath was to wait for Mrs. Yang to come over, and he wanted to ask clearly.

"If I can kill you, then how can he be beaten like this by you, I see that you obviously took advantage of my son's unpreparedness and attacked him to hurt him like this!"

Mrs. Yang handed her son to the two young people behind her and asked them to heal Zhu Jie's injuries, but she insisted that Zhu Yi deliberately did it to Zhu Jie, and it was clear that she wanted to put the charge of fratricide on his head.

In recent months, what Zhu Yi has done in the palace, Mrs. Yang knows clearly.

She knew that Zhu Yi was hot-tempered and couldn't stand the verbal provocation, if Zhu Yi was provoked by her words and made a move, no matter whether he committed fratricidal crime or not, he would inevitably be beaten to death by the prince.

As for safety, Mrs. Yang didn't think that under the protection of the two qi cultivation masters, Zhu Yi could still hurt her. Even if she is injured, as long as she can get rid of Zhu Yi and get rid of a stumbling block for her two sons, it is worth it.

"Mrs. Yang, if you want to provoke me and let me make a move on you, I'm sorry, you made a mistake in this calculation. I just want to ask you a question, does my mother's death have anything to do with you?" Zhu Yi suddenly changed the topic.

Zhu Yi vaguely remembers that his mother died when he was very young. It is said that her mother had a strange disease, and her father found her the best doctor at that time, but she was still unable to recover.

The family struggle since childhood made Zhu Yi mature earlier than other children, and he gradually discovered that his mother's illness did not seem to be so simple.

By chance, Zhu Yi found some information from that year. Before and after the death of his mother, there were more than ten maids, guards, and cooks in Yanwangfu, who left the palace one after another, and most of the excuses were to go to the funeral or return to their hometowns.

Originally, the Yan Wangfu family had a big business, and the flow of miscellaneous servants was a normal thing. But Zhu Yi found a common denominator among these people - they all took care of or had contact with their mothers, and they also had an inextricable relationship with Mrs. Yang.

One word stirred up a thousand layers of Lang!

"How does this little brute know the Dao!"

Mrs. Yang clearly remembers that the insider of the incident has been buried in the ground. After poisoning and killing that little slut, in order to avoid the suspicion of the prince, for more than ten years, she did not touch half of Zhu Yi's cold hair.

But how did Zhu Yi know about Lu Dao, if he could come up with strong evidence and present it to the prince, not only her, but also her two precious sons, would end up miserable.

Mrs. Yang's face suddenly turned pale, and her heartbeat became faster and faster. Even though she tried her best to hide it, Zhu Yi still found a panicked look in her eyes.

The answer is already obvious.

Zhu Yi's mood was very calm, he had no tendency to make a move to Mrs. Yang, and there was no murderous intent in his eyes, he strode towards the outside of King Yan's mansion.

"This is just the beginning of revenge, you killed my mother, I won't let you die easily. When passing by Mrs. Yang's side, Zhu Yi glanced at her with a sneer.

"The beginning of the revenge? It seems that he has no evidence, and he almost scared me to death, thinking that this would threaten me? Mrs. Yang regarded Zhu Yi's words as a child's trick.

"Poof!"

Zhu Jie's injury, under the treatment of the two peak qi cultivation masters, was almost healed soon, but just when the injury was almost recovering, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Jie'er, what is wrong with you, Jie'er?" Mrs. Yang watched her most precious youngest son vomit blood, and hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, but Zhu Jie vomited two large pools of blood in a row, and she panicked all of a sudden.

"Mother, I'm so hot...... Poof......"

Zhu Jie's body was boiling hot, his skin was glowing with bursts of purple-red light, and he grabbed his chest with both hands, as if he wanted to tear his chest open and release the red light in his body.

"You two waste, what's wrong with my son!" Feeling her son's body burning like a stove, Mrs. Yang gave the two young men a slap.

The two of them remembered that they were also sweating profusely, desperately pouring energy into Zhu Jie's body, trying to suppress this hot Lang. But instead of achieving any effect, the energy injected into Zhu Jie's veins was like a catalyst, but it made his body even warmer.

Zhu Jie twitched all over, kicked his legs on the ground a few times, rolled his eyes, crooked his neck, and lost his vitality in an instant.

"Jer, don't scare me, Jer!"

......

Yihong Temple.

"Where did the wild man come from? Yihong Courtyard is also where you entered, get out of the way for me, or I'll break your dog's legs!" The thug who pressed the field in the Qinglou yelled viciously at the wild man in front of him.

"You want me to break your dog's leg? Very well, I'll fulfill you. ”

This savage is Zhu Yi, he snorted coldly, and no longer hid his momentum. The right foot was infused with energy, and the 'bang' twice, the thug who showed off his might in front of him, both thighs were kicked off, and he didn't even let out a scream, and he fainted.

"Shaoxia is very skilled, but why do you want to make trouble in my Yihong Courtyard?"

The thug was knocked unconscious by Zhu Yi on the front foot, and the boss of Yihong Courtyard stood up the next moment, which made him feel that something was wrong.