After those grandmasters of the Yan family ran out, when they saw Jia Xibei who had landed, they directly swarmed up and subdued him.

After a while, they returned to the council chamber with the heavily tied Jasibe.

"Fourth uncle, we brought people back, how to deal with them?"

A grandmaster asked Yan Qingnian.

In the eyes of these grandmasters, Yan Qingnian, the position of the fourth uncle, was higher than that of the head of their Yan family.

Therefore, after they brought people back, they also reported to Yan Qingnian, not Yan Xisong, the head of the family.

"A thousand cuts! We must let him die a good death!"

"He killed so many people in our Yan family, not only will he die, but his family and friends will all be buried with him!"

"Yes! Killing him will not solve the hatred in our hearts, and we must let everyone around him bury him!" Xiu Shu

"Not bad! Let's use him to make a stand, so that those who dare to go against our Yan family know the fate of offending our Yan family!"

「……」

Before Yan Qingnian could answer, everyone in the Yan family in the council hall began to propose loudly one by one.

Yan Qingnian didn't speak, just frowned slightly.

Although Jasibe is very strong, he is not a warrior after all, and he is just an ant in his eyes.

As for his ability to blow the Grandmaster's head with one punch, that can only mean that he is a relatively strong ant.

He is the head of the Yan family's grandmaster, and he is really too lazy to see it like an ant.

If it were him, he would have chosen to crush the ant to death.

But he also knew that if he did this, it would obviously be difficult to dispel the anger of the public.

This is also the reason why when the two young grandmasters started with Jasibe, he said that he wanted to stay alive.

He glanced at Yan Xisong on the rostrum, and said coldly, "Xisong, you are the head of the Yan family, and you have to decide what to do with this person!"

"Fourth uncle, I think what they said is good."

Yan Xisong said coldly, "Kill him directly, it's really cheap for him! Let's finally call his relatives and friends over and let them see for themselves how we scraped this kid alive!"

If you want to talk about the hatred in his heart, he hates Jasibe more than anyone present!

Jia Xibei not only killed so many Yan family members, but also killed his son!

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and I am afraid that no one present can understand the grief and indignation in his heart!

"Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you, and there won't be any more trouble, right?" Yan Qingnian looked at Yan Xisong on the rostrum and asked.

"Fourth uncle, don't worry! There will be no chaos this time!"

Jassison swore an oath.

"Okay, I'll believe you again!"

Yan Qingnian said coldly, "If you mess up again this time, then you, the head of the family, don't have to do it again!"

"Leave the two of you to watch this kid, and the rest of the Grandmasters will go back with me to continue cultivating!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the outside of the ceremony hall.

Except for the two Grandmasters who remained, the rest of the Grandmasters also left with them.

"Congratulations to the fourth uncle! Congratulations to the Grandmasters!"

Yan Xisong respectfully shouted at the backs of several Grandmasters, and the rest of them hurriedly shouted, "Congratulations to a few Grandmasters!"

As soon as Yan Qingnian left, Yan Xisong directly instructed the Yan family: "Find out this kid's mobile phone, find his address book, and notify all the people close to him, saying that today is the death date of this kid, and if you want to see him for the last time, come to our Yan family!"

"Yes!"

After someone answered, he went directly to Jasibe to find his mobile phone.

Jia Xibei was restrained all over, and there were two grandmasters holding him, so he couldn't move at all, and could only watch as the Yan family found his mobile phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and took a photo of him and sent it to everyone in the address book.

It was dinner time, and the food stall was at its busiest, and Jasibe's mother was busy greeting customers

People simply don't have time to look at cell phone messages.

Sun Jian, who was lying on the hospital bed, asked his subordinates to help him open it after hearing the mobile phone ringing, and see who gave the message.

When he saw the photo of Jasibe being tied up, an anxious look suddenly appeared on his face: "What's the matter? Didn't you say let people follow him? Why did you let him run away to Yan's house?"

"Jian Ye, I arranged for six people to keep an eye on this kid Jia Xibei, but this kid didn't know where he got the ability, so he actually threw all six people away, so when he went to Yan's house, these people who were in charge of following him didn't know how he could run to Yan's house."

The subordinate explained to Sun Jian.

"It's over!"

Sun Jian's face was like ashes: "Xiao Jiazi dares to run to the Yan family to spread wild, the Yan family will definitely not let him go, and now that others are in the Yan family, even if we want to save him, we can't save him!"

"Yes, Jianye, not everyone in the Yan family can break in."

The subordinate said with a sad face.

"It seems that all we can do is help him find a good cemetery."

Sun Jian's eyes were already moist: "This child's father died because of me, I already feel very sorry for the two of them, and now he ...... again."

When he said this, he suddenly thought of Jia Xibei's mother, and hurriedly instructed the subordinate, "Send someone to Xiao Jiazi's mother's food stall, send more people, and don't let his mother go to Yan's house no matter what!" Whatever means you use, stop her!"

"Yes! Jianye! I'll arrange it!"

After the subordinate finished speaking, he quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call and began to arrange manpower.

The provincial capital of Donglu.

Su Ming was about to meditate and cultivate, when he suddenly heard a message prompt from his mobile phone.

He thought it was a spam text message, picked up his phone and took a symbolic look, and then prepared to delete it.

But when he saw the photos on the phone screen, his anger suddenly rose.

"What a Zhehang Yan family, daring to touch Lao Tzu's disciples, what a big courage!" xь.

After speaking, he found the location of the Yan family on the map of his mobile phone, and then directly stepped on the flying sword, turning into a long rainbow and rushing towards the sky.

Zhejiang Hangzhou Yan family.

After the message was sent out in a group, the Yan family, who took Jia Xibei's mobile phone, began to wait for the reply to the message.

Someone told Jia Xibei not to make trouble, the Yan family was a behemoth, and it was not something they could provoke.

Someone told him to hurry up and die, and wait for the next year's Qingming Festival to burn more paper for him.

Some people also replied to him, don't send messages while you're alive, and send them when you're dead.

In short, most people took this incident as a prank, and not even a single one called to ask what was going on.

"You don't have a good character, huh? Except for your master who said he would be there soon, there was no one else who cared about your life or death, and no one even made a phone call."

The Yan family, who was holding the mobile phone, looked at Jia Xibei with a sneer and said.

"You sent it to my master too?"

Jasibe's eyes widened.

"It's done."

The Yan family nodded, "What? Can't you send it to him?"

"Yes! It's so powerful! When my master comes, your entire Yan family will be truly finished!"

When Jia Xibei said this, the corners of his mouth were subconsciously raised, revealing a faint smile......