Looking at Fang Tian, who insisted on doing this, Fang Shitao's words came to his mouth but swallowed again, so he had to shake his head and sigh: "Alas, it can only be like this! I hope you can be careful, don't do things impulsively!"

"Don't worry, Fourth Uncle!" Fang Tian said, glancing at Yang Qianming with a smile.

Looking at Fang Tian at this moment, Yang Qianming not only thought of himself now.

I am so much like him, but different.

The same thing is that both are burdened with a deep blood feud that cannot be compromised, and can only go on knowing that there is no end and no turning back.

Unlike Fang Tian, Yang Qianming's enemies were unattainable, and the distance between the two was still too far.

In this way, under the leadership of Fang Shitao, more than 800 corpses of Fang Shijie and his family were secretly buried in a mountain range outside Fatou City.

After doing this, Fang Shitao led more than 200 Fang family members to leave the city where they had lived for hundreds of years.

The destination they went to was only known to Fang Tian, but Yang Qianming didn't hear where they were going, not to mention that this was a family matter, and Yang Qianming was not an outsider who deliberately inquired and listened.

After they all left, Nuoda's Fang family was already empty, only Yang Qianming and Fang Tian were here, and the meaning of depression was even more obvious.

The Fang Mansion has been cleaned up at this moment, this is what Fang Shitao requested, although they left, they wanted to restore the appearance of this mansion that had lived for nearly a hundred years when it was first built.

Yang Qianming was invited into the inner hall by Fang Tian to rest, and the two of them sat on both sides of the futon, both holding a bottle of turbid wine in their hands and drinking each other.

"Brother Fang, since the matter has come to this, please mourn and change. Looking at Fang Tian, who was depressed and regretted that he hadn't come back earlier, Yang Qianming, who couldn't speak too many flowery languages, could only be comforted like this.

The darkness continued, and the sound of quiet breathing could be heard throughout the inner hall, and several lamp holders hung on the load-bearing stone pillars that supported the beams, on which candles flickered by flames burned.

Although the light of the fire was faint, there was still some visibility in the entire inner hall, plus Yang Qianming and Fang Tian were not extraordinary, their eyesight was almost unhindered at night, which was quite similar to the visibility of the day.

The entire Fang Mansion has long been arranged into a mourning hall, and several long white silk threads are hung on the beams of the tall mansion gate, squirming and squirming in the breeze, like a sleeping white snake.

Two huge white paper lanterns are hung on both sides of the gate, illuminating the space within 100 meters outside the gate.

The family guards who used to stand guard in front of the door are now gone, and the silence in front of the door is terrifying, and it is not only a little terrifying to be equipped with these undead decorations.

After drinking the wine in the room head-on, Fang Tian couldn't help but burp, letting the rich smell of alcohol churn in his mouth and throat.

"Sena, thank you. Fang Tian said, picked up the wine jug and continued to pour extremely pure liquor into Yang Qianming's cup.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Qianming moved the wine bottle to his mouth and took a sip, after feeling the feeling of a warm current flowing through his throat, he shook his head and said, "It's all brothers, thank you." ”

Fang Tian was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a rare smile: "Haha, yes, I still have a brother, I'm afraid that he is a bird, I will die here today, God comes to kill God, and the devil is hungry for demons!"

"Well, how many people have come, you and I will kill them all, don't think so much, I can understand your mood now, it can be said that I also have hatred on my shoulders that is several times heavier than yours. Yang Qianming drank several times the wine, obviously opened the conversation, and said unconsciously.

Hearing Yang Qianming say this, Fang Tian immediately caught that Yang Qianming also had a story, so under the stimulation of alcohol, he asked curiously: "Qianming, how many times heavier than me do you say that I hate?"

"That's right, you can still compete with your enemies, but now I can only endure weakly, but I don't have enough strength to take revenge, and I don't even have the slightest chance. Yang Qianming blinked, stretched out his finger and dipped a drop of wine in the cup, and then fed it to Xiao Huo, who was squatting on the table desperately extinguishing the meal.

I saw Xiaohuo open his small mouth, sniffed on Yang Qianming's fingers, and then inhaled all the drops of wine into his mouth, and finally smacked his lips with unfinished satisfaction.

Looking at the greedy Xiaohuo, Yang Qianming finally leaked a knowing smile, and at the same time remembered the brothers who were still in the battle pavilion.

What's wrong with you? You must qualify for the Plane Arena, we'll see you there! Yang Qianming thought silently in his heart, Lan Mei'er's pitiful and cute appearance appeared in his mind again.

"What the hell is going on?" Fang Tian once again drained the wine in his glass and asked with a puzzled expression.

Seeing his inquiry, Yang Qianming, who also regarded Fang Tian as a brother in life and death in his heart, told him about his father's murder from beginning to end.

After listening to this, Fang Tian was very surprised, he didn't expect that Yang Qianming beside him would have the same experience as him.

The difference is that Fang Tian's entire clan was almost wiped out, and Yang Qianming was just assassinated by his father.

"No, master, how could he do such a thing, there is no reason!" Fang Tian shook his head and said.

Yang Qianming's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "No, hehe, although he is the emperor of the court, but you know that the golden court emperor of the Western Court is about to abdicate, so that the former silver court emperor will be enthroned as the new golden court emperor, and the original bronze court emperor will be enthroned as the silver court emperor, but he still has twelve guards to compete with, only by killing his father who has prestige and strength, he can have the capital to surpass those twelve guards." ”

"It's just what you think, there's no evidence. Fang Tian continued to argue for his master.

Yang Qianming didn't get angry when he saw this, because he knew that as an apprentice, the master had always had a deep image in his heart, and when he suddenly learned that he had done such a thing, Fang Tian really needed a buffer.

As a brother, Yang Qianming must give him a buffer time to accept.

"Not only that, but the traces of the famous bone technique of that red face have also been left on the scene, which is enough to prove that the murderer is her! And the person who instructed her to do this is none other than the emperor of your Blue Dragon Empire, who did not hesitate to kill his father, who was a great general, in order to win the war. Yang Qianming then said in a surprising voice.

Facing Yang Qianming's words, Fang Tian gradually fell into contemplation, he knew that now he needed time to think about it, he didn't want to wronged his master, and he didn't want to have any estrangement between him and Yang Qianming because of this.

Looking at Fang Tian in contemplation, Yang Qianming was not in a hurry to prove it, he just drank cup after cup alone, to give Fang Tian enough buffer time to think about these things.

In a study room in the City Lord's Mansion, looking at Priest Zhang, who was seriously injured and standing in front of him, Yan Wu just smiled and said, "Priest Zhang, who injured you like this?"

In fact, Yan Wu had already learned what had happened in Ma Liukou, who was the first to come back, and naturally knew that the three family heads had died tragically, and only the fourth elder of the Fang family and more than 200 people survived, and the other two families were all wiped out.

For Fang Shitao and the more than 200 clansmen who escaped, Yan Wu certainly didn't plan to let them go, and had already arranged for a thousand soldiers with the strength of the Emperor to intercept them.

"Didn't you tell me that the strongest is the peak of the Emperor?" Then how did I meet an Emperor Saint Peak, and a kid who is as high as my realm?" said Priest Zhang, who was angry, and his angry face was bruised: "You give me an explanation, otherwise you don't want me to do anything for you in the future!"

Seeing this, Yan Wu continued to persuade him: "Priest Zhang, it's all my fault for this, the intelligence work of my subordinates before was not done well, otherwise there would be such a thing..."After a pause, Yan Wu then smiled and said: "Otherwise, I will send someone to send you the magic circle materials that you didn't get because of the lack of spars a few days ago to the house, and you can also heal your injuries, I will arrange a few beauties for you to go to the fire." ”

As soon as he heard Yan Wu's words, the anger on Priest Zhang's face disappeared, and he coughed dryly and said, "Count you as a kid, hum, let's go!"

"Walk slowly. Yan Wu said, looked at Priest Zhang who turned to leave, and laughed gloomily, and the strength around him suddenly skyrocketed.

In the room where there was no fluctuation of wisdom at all, there was suddenly an aura that was even stronger than himself, which made Priest Zhang look back hesitantly.

It was this glance that made him die for this.

"Poof!" Priest Zhang looked at Yan Wu's half-cut arm inserted into his chest in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth squirmed, "You are actually a cultivator!"

Looking at Priest Zhang, who was only a moment away from his death, Yan Wu said slightly proudly, "Haha, when did I say that I wasn't?"

"For... Why?" Priest Zhang didn't understand why Yan Wu had done something to him.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Yan Wu sarcastically explained: "Eat mine and take mine, how many spars have you used me in the past three years?" But today's matter is very important, but you have messed up for me, and you are embarrassed to trouble me, if I don't kill you, do you want to keep you and continue to pit me?"

"Put.... Spare me, please. At this moment, Priest Zhang had long lost his former majesty, and his bloodless lips trembled and begged for mercy.

Looking at Priest Zhang in such an embarrassed state, Yan Wu didn't have any intention of soft-heartedness, but said fiercely: "Let you go? I don't think it's necessary!"

"In that case, then you don't want to be better!" Seeing that the begging for mercy failed, Priest Zhang was completely enraged, and summoned the already injured Beast Pill out of his body, preparing to explode the Beast Pill and die with him.

Looking at the beast pill that was gathering more and more energy on the surface of his body, Yan Wu's face flashed with fear, but after a moment, he recovered and sneered: "Do you think I will give you a chance?" Immediately, under Yan Wu's strength, the half of the arm inserted in Priest Zhang's chest suddenly emitted a wireless black light.

"Devour a heavy!" Yan Wu drank in a low gulp, and the black light became even brighter, and finally turned the entire study into black and gray.

Immediately afterwards, Priest Zhang was completely covered by the black light, and the whole person began to shrink rapidly under the black light.

First of all, the skin slowly dried up, followed by the blood vessels and facial features, and the flesh of Priest Zhang's whole body seemed to be pulled out of his body in an instant, becoming skinny and thin as a bamboo pole.

On the other hand, Yan Wu's face was radiant, and the strength of his whole body was even stronger, and he maintained this state for more than half a while, and finally found that Priest Zhang had lost his breath, and only then did Yan Wu withdraw his arm from his chest.