"What is he doing......

"I must have read the wrong ......"

"Tell me, I'm not dreaming!"

In the eyes of each house slave, they were first confused, and then gradually turned into fear and disbelief.

"How is this possible...... He actually cut off Yang Junhuan's foot......" Yang Wei's heart groaned.

Yang Chuyu's face, in an instant, was even more ugly than death.

Before he came over this time, he had been called over by the patriarch and had a secret conversation alone.

The patriarch's meaning is very simple, the person who robbed the Yang family in this Qingfeng City, the Yang family will never agree to any conditions of this hat man.

However, the patriarch also instructed Yang Chuyu to let Yang Chuyu talk to this hat man and find out the details of the other party.

But who would have thought that this hat man would be so simple, just said a word, knowing that the Yang family did not bring the ransom according to his request, he directly cut off Yang Junhuan's feet.

Although he cut off the other party's foot, Qin Yi also understood that for a big family like the Yang family, it was really normal for the family to have a panacea that could connect the severed limbs.

Therefore, Qin Yi didn't stop doing anything, threw Yang Junhuan's feet into the Heaven-Swallowing Tomb, and refined them all at once.

Yang Chuyu and the others naturally couldn't see the Swallowing Heaven Tomb, they just saw Qin Yi's wrist flip, Yang Junhuan's foot was gone, although they didn't know where the broken foot went, but as long as they weren't stupid, they would understand that this foot would never be recovered.

"You're bold!"

After losing his mind for a short time, Yang Chuyu's face was full of anger, the muscles on his cheeks were twisted, and the whole person was like an angry lion: "What kind of grudge does our Yang family have with you, you would actually do this to an innocent person!"

"I've already made conditions, but you don't do it, is it still my fault?" Qin Yi sneered, and the blade of the naked sword in his hand dangled back and forth at Yang Junhuan's crotch intentionally or unintentionally, "At that time, this Yang Junhuan, but when I didn't provoke him, he wanted to take me back to torture, if I didn't have some ability, I'm afraid I can't survive now."

If you say that, I'm going to ask you, what kind of grudge do I have with your Yang family, and you want to do this to an innocent person like me?"

When the words fell, Qin Yi's wrist shook again.

"No!"

Yang Chuyu reacted in an instant and hurriedly yelled.

But his speed was still half a beat slower, and even if he shouted out in time, Qin Yi would not stop the movements in his hand.

The light of the Chili Sword flashed again, and this time it was Yang Junhuan's entire leg that was cut off.

Blood gushed out from the wound at the root of Yang Junhuan's leg, and the unconscious Yang Junhuan showed a painful look on his face.

Just like last time, Yang Junhuan's broken leg was also stuffed into the Heaven-Swallowing Tomb by Qin Yi, and it was refined clean in an instant.

"You're dead!" Yang Chuyu shouted, his body moved, like a cannonball, and the surrounding air vibrated with Dao ripples.

He knew very well that now he had to arrest this hat man back, or kill him on the spot, and he would have a way to deal with it.

Otherwise, even if today's matter is completely messed up, his Yang Chuyu's status in the Yang family in the future will be far inferior to today.

"Just the gods are turning around?" Qin Yi snorted coldly, his disdainful tone, even a fool could hear it.

"Speak wildly!" Yang Chuyu's face was hideous, oppressing the air, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Qin Yi, and a hand slapped down on Qin Yi's head like an iron palm.

The air above Qin Yi's head was compressed again and again, bursting into bursts of roars, and the air was distorted, as if it was a water wave at a glance.

Facing Yang Chuyu, Qin Yi did not dodge or dodge, and the divine thought attack stabbed towards Yang Chuyu's head fiercely.

The divine thoughts of the Heavenly God Four Turns Cultivator were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Qin Yi.

Yang Chuyu saw that Qin Yi didn't dodge, he was still snickering in his heart, and the next moment he felt like his head was pricked by a needle, and he lost consciousness in an instant, his eyes were dark, and his momentum was like a surging river, and he was completely drained in an instant, and his body was like a big cloth bag, and he fell straight to the ground face down.

Yang Wei and the others in the distance didn't even have time to react at this time.

When they saw Qin Yi stepping on Yang Chuyu's back and looking up at them, their faces were instantly filled with horror.

Yang Chuyu, who was surrounded by gods, was inexplicably knocked to the ground in that situation, what else could they do!

Yang Wei's hands and feet were cold, and at this time, he went from the first idea of hitting Qin Yi to outright fear and helplessness.

Those house slaves can escape, and when they go back, they will be punished at most, but he can't, and now it is his father who is in the hands of the other party.

"I—I'll kill you!"

Yang Wei roared, emboldening himself, his arm was the same, and a spear flashed with a crystal-like light, appearing in his hand.

"Jiaolong goes to sea!"

There was a long roar, and on the spear in Yang Wei's hand, a rolling air flow rolled up, turning into a long dragon, opening his mouth and roaring, rushing towards Qin Yi.

The ground around them roared, trembling up and down, cracking cracks.

"Too bad. Qin Yi pursed his lips, didn't raise his sword, and punched him directly.

Boom-bang!

The fist wind completely suppressed the spear in an instant, and the Yuan Qi Long Dragon that Yang Wei stabbed out was instantly wiped out by Qin Yi, and the spear in his hand was directly smashed into pieces by the Heavenly Fire Gauntlet when it touched Qin Yi's fist, and exploded in the air.

Countless fragments suddenly smashed Yang Wei's palms and arms into a sieve.

Blood burst out like raindrops, exploding in mid-air and splattering everywhere.

The severe pain was almost indescribable, making Yang Wei's face red like pork liver in the blink of an eye, and the green tendons on his face and neck were exposed, like a wriggling earthworm.

A stream of gas rose from his lower abdomen, swelling the lung cavity, and was about to turn into a heart-rending scream, gushing out of his throat, but at this time, he saw Qin Yi's eyes.

The next moment, a strong force slammed into his head.

In an instant, Yang Wei even had the sound of his brain shattering into tofu scum, but he had no way to verify whether this was the case, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he completely lost consciousness and fainted.

Yang Chuyu, who turned the fourth turn of the gods, and Yang Wei, who turned the second turn of the gods, were not even as good as a chicken's combat power in front of Qin Yi.

The rest of the house slaves were already so scared that they peed their pants at the moment.

Qin Yi's gaze looked at them coldly.

"You must have been fighting for the tiger a lot, I heard that the Yang family's reputation in Qingfeng City is very bad. ”

As Qin Yi spoke, he pulled out the Chili Sword in his hand.