In the Huayang Houfu opposite, the servant who sent the message shouted and rushed in: "Report!"

"Say!" Hua Yanghou was a little dissatisfied with the servant's hurried appearance, and his face showed a look of hesitation.

The servant was startled, and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Back to the marquis, the battle outside is over......"

Upon hearing this, both of them showed expected smiles, and Hua Xiong interrupted: "Is it that Ye Wentian has been captured by Yang Jie?"

"No!" the servant gritted his teeth and shook his head, his face extremely ugly.

"Oh, could it be that Yang Jie killed Ip Mantian?" Hua Xiong's expression was both surprised and regretful, the surprise was that this great enemy was finally dead, and the revenge of the year was avenged, and it was a pity that he couldn't kill Ip Mantian with his own hands, which was really a big regret in life.

Huayang Hou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't feel sorry for the virtuous nephew, although this Ye Wentian is innocent of death, but after all, he has a special identity, and he is the rarest and rare refiner, and he is quite valued by His Majesty." If it dies in your hands, if His Majesty blames it, it will be difficult for either our Hua family or the Wind Tiger Sect to bear it, so it is a good thing that Ye Wentian died in the hands of Yang Jie, so that we can stay out of the matter, anyway, the Marquis of Dingyuan is a marquis of military merit, even if His Majesty is angry, he will not be openly punished, after all, the Marquis of Dingyuan did not come forward in person, it belongs to the private fight between the younger generation, Yang Jie avenged his younger brother, it is understandable, this matter is over, haha. ”

"It's a pity that I can't see the tragic appearance of his dying with my own eyes......" Hua Xiong nodded, agreeing with Hua Yanghou's statement, Ye Wentian's death in the hands of Yang Jie is indeed a good thing.

But at this moment, the servant suddenly said with a bitter face: "Hou, Master Hou, it's not what you think. Ye, Ye Wentian is not dead!"

"What are you talking about?" Both of them were stunned, Hua Yanghou glared, this feeling was too uncomfortable, being denied by the servant in front of his nephew, what is the difference between this and slapping him in the face?

The servant lowered his head and said with some trembling: "Just now, just now, Yang Jie's arm was cut off, more than ten disciples of the Ink Sword Sect were killed and injured, and the rest of the disciples were captured, and although Ye Wentian's subordinates were slightly injured, they were all fine. ”

"What about Ip Mantian, how is he?" Hua Yang said urgently, if someone who didn't know, he thought he was caring about Ip Mantian.

The servant prostrate and said in a trembling voice: "Ye Wentian, he is unscathed, and he has taken Yang Jie and all the captives into the mansion!"

"What?" Hua Yang Hou and Hua Xiong stood up at the same time, a strong coercion overflowed from Hua Yang Hou's body, surging through the entire hall like an angry tide in an instant, and the servant screamed miserably, spitting blood like a broken kite and flying out, falling into the flower bed in the courtyard without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"How can this be?" Hua Xiong was dumbfounded, his hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly, he couldn't believe that Yang Jie had actually lost! Yang Jie was the Spirit King of the Sixth Ring, and the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect were basically the Spirit King of the Fifth Ring, plus more than seventy well-trained private soldiers, how could they be defeated in the face of several of Ye Wentian's subordinates? This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible, this is completely unreasonable.

Hua Yanghou's face was also very ugly, as if he had eaten ****, the chair he sat on exploded, the tea cup in his hand was shattered into powder, his chest rose and fell violently, and his breath fluctuated.

However, he is a marquis, and his concentration is much stronger than Hua Xiong, so he quickly calmed down, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Virtuous nephew, don't panic first, Ye Wentian can survive this time, and he will definitely not survive next time, he will take Yang Jie into custody, and he will inevitably lead the Marquis of Dingyuan out." This time, even if Dingyuan Hou doesn't want to come forward, Dingyuan Hou can use the excuse of saving his son to storm Ip Mantian's mansion, I don't believe it, under the strong attack of the Spirit Emperor, Ip Mantian can still live to see the sun tomorrow!"

Hua Xiong bowed his head heavily: "What my uncle said is reasonable, but I was too excited." I didn't expect that the strength of Ye Wentian's subordinates was so strong, and they could deal with so many Spirit Monarch masters. However, Ye Wentian did not kill Yang Jie, which proves that he is afraid in his heart, and it is a stupid decision to take Yang Jie into custody. This time, even if Dingyuan Hou kills Ye Wentian on the spot, His Majesty Xià can't say anything!"

The uncle and nephew glanced at each other, and a grim cold light flashed in their eyes.

......

In the dungeon, Ye Ming was originally only imprisoned, his hands were tied, and he was hanging in the air on his toes off the ground, looking like a wolf bèi humiliated. But at this time, the number of people increased to twenty-two, and Yang Jie, who had a broken arm, was hung beside him, looking worse than him, covered with mottled bloodstains, and his face was pale and obviously lost too much blood.

The rest of the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect were also hung up one by one, in order to prevent them from moving, Ye Wentian each rewarded a palm, not only shaking the joints out of place, but also carrying the power of thunder and lightning in the palm power, causing all the muscles and nerves to fall into a state of paralysis, in this case, even if there is no lock spirit ring, it is absolutely impossible to escape.

Goodbye Ye Wentian, Ye Ming was obviously angry, his eyes were extremely resentful, his face was hideous and yelled, and he cursed the most viciously, even with the eighteen generations of his ancestors, and even Kacha was implicated, the words were so ugly that they were outrageous, if an ordinary woman was scolded like this, it was estimated that she would jump into the river and commit suicide directly.

Kacha's face was very ugly, and he kicked between Ye Ming's legs with a cold face, with a lot of force, and there was a crisp sound on the spot, and it was estimated that something was broken.

All the people who were hanging subconsciously clamped their legs, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Kacha.

Ye Ming's whole body suddenly tensed, his eyes burst out, and he let out a piercing scream, and then the scream turned into a loud sound squeezed out of his throat.

"Dare to scold Miss Ben, I think you are impatient! Coerced and lured Lu Yuan to murder her husband with an adulterer, and wanted to frame and kill the guy, you kind of garbage is a waste of food and land when you die, I really don't know why the dead guy hasn't killed you all the time!" Kacha scolded angrily.

Ye Wentian whispered and laughed at Qian Duoduo: "You say that I am a broken egg maniac, and I think Kacha is not far behind." ”

Qian Duoduo's face suddenly flushed, and he glanced at Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian walked up to Ye Ming and smiled at Kacha, "Want to know why I kept him?"

Kacha snorted: "Who knows what you're thinking, you have so many secrets, it's a habit for you to hide it from me anyway." ”

The little goblin's bulging appearance was so cute and seductive, Ye Wentian couldn't help but pinch the tip of her upturned nose.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'll tell you the reason now. The reason why I didn't kill him is because he still has use value, don't you think that garbage can also be recycled?" Ye Wentian slowly explained the reason.

The temperature in the entire dungeon dropped instantly, the oil lamps on the walls flickered on and off, and everyone felt a cold wind blowing, and they couldn't help but shiver.