Is there a possibility that the reason why the Kamisato family hasn't done it now is not because they don't want to, but because they can't?

Could it be that the strong people of the Kamisato family are restrained by something and are not at home, or is there some reason why they can't show up?

And the reason why the Crimson Bone Needle dared to appear here was because the Crimson family expected this, and now in the entire Shenli family, there are not even many people who can get the Crimson Bone Needle?

If this is the case, the situation faced by the Kamisato family is probably much worse than Ye Liang imagined.

Not only external troubles, but even internal worries can no longer be ignored.

Ye Liang became more and more sure that this conjecture was the answer.

While speculating, Ye Liang walked in the direction of his memory, and soon came to an iron ladder, above which was the exit.

Ye Liang stepped on the iron ladder, jumped a few times, and jumped up very easily, and came to the world outside the sewer.

When I entered the sewers, it was just midnight, and before I thought about it, it was close to dawn.

In the distance, there was a touch of fish belly white on the horizon, and the sun happened to be covered by the Divine Servant Mountain, so it was not clear that the sunrise could be seen.

But Ye Liang could vaguely see that in the void on the Divine Servant Mountain, it was like ripples on the surface of the water, as if there were bursts of ripples.

It was the punch style played by two strong men when they were fighting.

If you look closely.

It can be seen that the fists of the two are strong and weak, the strong one is getting stronger and stronger, and the weak one is losing and retreating.

It has not been easy to survive until now.

The white pheasant, after all, is still too young.

"It's too late...... Ye Liang frowned tightly and muttered: "How to choose to kill the Red Bone Needle and protect the White Pheasant."

......"

Here, it is dozens of kilometers away from Shenshi Mountain.

Even if Ye Liang could rush over, by then the white pheasant would only have half a life left if he didn't die.

Although personally, Ye Liang didn't want to save him.

But the Kamisato family's combat power is not much, and those strong people don't know what they're doing, let alone when they will come back.

If another white bird dies at this time, I'm afraid that after Ye Liang leaves, their situation will only get worse.

Then Ye Liang lost a good chess piece in vain.

After much hesitation.

With a long sigh, Ye Liang finally made up his mind.

"Anyway, the red bone needle can't run, when can't you kill it, today your father will be a good person and save your unfilial son's life......"

Talking to himself.

Ye Liang lowered his head, as if he had searched for it, and then his eyes lit up, and he trotted out two or three steps, picking up a stone from the ground that looked more rounded.

"Crimson Bone Needle, Crimson Bone Needle......"

Ye Liang picked up the stone and muttered to himself: "I still remember that four years ago, when I met you for the first time on the battlefield, my realm was still lower than yours, and at that time, it was the time when the difference in strength between the two of us was the smallest. ”

"I fought for hours, but I didn't decide the winner until the last two rounds, when I seized the opportunity and injured your arm with a hidden weapon, and you ran away in a hurry."

"Since then, your left arm has been left with a disease, and the kung fu of your left hand can no longer be compared with your right hand."

Speaking of which.

Ye Liang paused, not just speaking, but also stopped.

Slowly raise your hand and make an "ok" gesture within the circle between your index finger and thumb

, as if aiming at something.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He threw the pebble in his hand into the air with a gentle flick.

"Today, I'll balance the power of your right hand and left hand."

The moment the words fell.

The stone just fell to the position that Ye Liang had just been aiming at.

And Ye Liang's hand had been waiting here early, bent his fingers, and flicked it lightly.

The Kamisato River is tumbling and agitated, and the fish are terrified.

It was late spring one year, and countless cherry blossoms fluttered down the riverside, and the treetops panicked and took refuge, forming a hollow.

The stones, which were too fast to see, passed through this hollow.

Surprised the fish in the water.

Mess up the trees in the forest.

At this moment, Ye Liang stayed in this space, as if something earth-shattering had happened, and it seemed that nothing had happened, and the air around him quickly returned to calm.

The cherry blossoms are still falling, and the fish are swimming again.

No one noticed the ripples that had just sprung up in this space.

Ye Liang smiled and looked at the mid-air, a leaf with a hole in the middle, swirling in the air a few times before landing on the ground.

A long stretch out of the waist.

"Oops-"

"Little white flycatcher, don't worry."

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

……

……

At the same time, the gods serve on the mountain.

Bang!!

The white pheasant, dressed in white and covered in blood, was slammed into a boulder in Shenshi Mountain with a punch like a meteorite falling.

The boulder was smashed like tofu in an instant, and the broken stone could even fly several meters high, and when it fell back to the ground, it happened to bury the white pheasant.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Spit blood out of his mouth, the white bird covered his chest, and used all his strength,

But he could only raise his neck slightly, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

His eyes widened, staring into the air.

Meanwhile.

A strong, bear-like figure slowly landed on the branches.

This person is extremely tall, looking at least two meters tall, and his muscles are even more hideous, and the muscles on his forearms alone can already be the size of an ordinary person's head.

You can even see the green tendons protruding through the clothes on the tightly fitting vest, as if green snakes are swimming in the clothes, which is shocking.

Seeing that he was about two or three white pheasants, he landed on a slender branch, but he only pressed it down slightly, and there was not even a noticeable shake.

It was as if it were just a fluttering feather landing on the branch.

Crimson Bone Needle stood there.

The overwhelming momentum of the strong man has already poured out.

"Kuwa!"

A mouthful of blood spilled out of the white flycatcher's throat again.

His injuries were too serious, none of his ribs were intact, and several broken bones were still left in his body, and some were even inserted into his internal organs.

Just half an inch away can make a white pheasant deadly.

If it weren't for the white pheasant's strong enough physique, his vitality would have been exhausted, and he would have died of excessive blood loss dozens of rounds ago.

He's made it this far.

It's surprising enough.

On the branches, the Crimson Bone Needle looked at him coldly.