Facing the breeze, Yang Zihuo had already gone downstairs, and said indifferently to the two black shadows on the roof: The north family, everyone is here, just come down.

Bei Fengtian and Bei Chao crossed down from the top of the opposite building, Yang Men's windbreaker, it seems that we have been treated seriously by Brother Yang, and it is not in vain that I have worked hard for more than a week, "Thank you"!

The silver spear in Yang Zihuo's hand turned two times, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the tip of the spear was reflected by the moonlight, emitting bursts of cold light: I didn't expect it to be the fourth and second masters of the North family, and they really gave me Yang a face.

The two of them had arrived in front of Yang Zihuo, and Bei Fengtian laughed: Brother Yang is modest, even if it is the two of us, we are not very sure, and we still dare to show up after raising our souls for more than a week, Brother Yang, do you hand it over yourself, or will we help you?

"Less nonsense", if you want to fight, I know what you are here for, things will not be given to you, unless you step over my corpse.

Bei Fengtian clapped his hands and applauded: Brother Yang is really as rumored, this heroism is really the true character of a heroic man, but he has always been short of breath, have you forgotten how your Yang family ancestor was almost wiped out?

Speaking of this, Yang Zihuo's face was obviously angry, saying that he was nothing, but when it came to his ancestors, he would "not work"!

Bei Fengtian saw that he had succeeded, and continued to say unforgivingly: It's just that the rest of your Yang family is a bad breed, and you actually let you resist all alone, and the others don't even dare to show their heads, it's really a wretched family.

What are you talking about? Yang Zihuo looked at Bei Fengtian fiercely, his face was not good, and his anger had risen.

The corners of Bei Fengtian's mouth smiled slightly, he succeeded, he deliberately made Yang Zihuo angry, although he gathered resentment for as much as a week, he still didn't treat me very much, the Yang family's marksmanship is superb, this Yang Zihuo is even rumored to have the power to fight with the head of the Yang family, if it were not for this incident, the position of the next head of the family would definitely belong to Yang Zihuo.

Bei Fengtian is naturally very careful when dealing with such a character, even if he is followed by a second uncle.

Hahahaha... Yang Zihuo, you are just a person who has been abandoned by the family, what's the use of protecting you, why don't you hand over your things, I will spare your life, so that you can reunite with your family and take good care of your wife and daughter, how about it?

Wishful thinking, Yang Zihuo roared angrily, and the silver spear in his hand turned an upward pick, and the cold air emitted from the gun, approaching Beifengtian.

The two of them jumped to the side in a leap, dodging the angry blow, "Ouch", Brother Yang, why are you so angry, don't worry, I have prepared a big gift for you.

When the words fell, the unjust souls conjured up from the grave site appeared one after another around Yang Fengtian's body, and in just a moment, Yang Zihuo was already surrounded by unjust souls, upstairs, underground, everywhere.

Yang Zihuo snorted coldly: The preparation is quite complete, and even the soul gathering resentment has been used, but you are a young junior who uses this kind of exercise, which is really amazing.

Bei Fengtian is very modest: since he is Brother Yang, he naturally does not dare to slack off, and it is natural that he should be fully prepared, as for gathering soul resentment, it is just a low-level exercise in the family, and it is not a great thing.

You are really low-key, Yang Zihuo smiled slightly, I have heard that the four sons of the North family are young geniuses, but they are grovelling, when I see them today, it is really extraordinary, the North family has you, it is really lucky, but today will definitely make you unable to go, otherwise he will definitely be a big disaster for the Yang family in the future.

Bei Fengtian hurriedly waved his hand: Brother Yang, it's lifted, I don't know the gift that my junior prepared for you, do you still like it?

But don't worry, the gifts aren't all yet, so these should be a warm-up for you.

Yang Zihuo's face became heavy, and sure enough, there was a back hand, although it was a little difficult to deal with these unjust souls in front of him, but it was still no problem, Yang Zihuo turned the gun body domineeringly, and turned it around his back after a circle.

It's not Liuhe marksmanship, it's underestimated, "Second Uncle".

The dwarf on the side nodded, the Yang family's marksmanship is divided into thirty-six roads, and Liuhe is the superior marksmanship located on the thirty-six roads, which is rare, and it will not be used unless it is absolutely necessary, the boy of the Yang family is too confident, right?

Yang Zihuo laughed: If you two are dealt with, the thirty-six marksmanship is enough, and don't say "come on" nonsense!

Bei Fengtian nodded, he began to be curious, this is also a big bad thing about him, he always wants to observe and observe good exercises, otherwise he will not fight with Mr. Xiaoyao, but the gap between them is too big.

Bei Fengtian took out a vertical flute from his waist, put it to his mouth and blew it, the sound of this flute is very weird, ordinary people can't hear it at all, it is blown to ghosts.

This is the ancestral ghost control technique of the Bei family, using sound to control the soul, and those unjust souls surrounding Yang Zihuo became fierce, and their eyes glowed red.

Yang Zihuo had already prepared, in the face of the unjust souls coming to him, his face was still calm, and he did not look afraid, and he swept with a gun, and several unjust souls in the first row died instantly.

Then he used inertia to turn around, his wrist was raised, and the silver spear was lifted into the air, followed by a reversal, and the arm-thick silver spear smashed a deep pit on the ground, and was torn out of a hole.

Yang Zihuo pulled the tail of the gun and lifted it back, picking, stabbing, sweeping, splitting, just a few simple moves, it did become supernatural in Yang Zihuo's hands, and the tiger danced vigorously.

In less than a minute, nearly half of the unjust souls had already died under Yang Zihuo's gun.

This Yang family's marksmanship is suitable for group attacks, and it was originally created to be used on the battlefield, why do you want to follow his heart, give him so many little minions to warm up, Fengtian, don't play, something will inevitably happen after a long time.

The second uncle on one side seems to be a little dissatisfied with Bei Fengtian's approach, every time it is like this, after all, it is still a child's mind.

Knowing the second uncle, Bei Fengtian on the side should return, and then the flute in his hand began to emit black gas, and the technique of playing the flute also changed.

Four fierce ghosts emerged behind him, and they looked at Yang Zihuo, who was fighting heartily below.

You go down and behave well, don't let people underestimate our northern family's ghost control skills, those strange ghosts are like wolves seeing meat, they hear the order to scatter everywhere, waiting for the opportunity on the roof of the building, as if they are hunting, waiting for an opportunity.

The old gentleman and Xiao Muchen on the other side have already arrived, so is this a hit?

Bei Fengtian turned his head and looked: "Mr. Xiaoyao is here", it just so happens that the show has just begun, let's watch it together, hehe."

The old gentleman knew that he did it on purpose, but he didn't get angry, he watched the battle below quietly, Xiao Muchen was caught by the old gentleman, he knew that Xiao Muchen might not be able to bear it.

Looking at Yang Zihuo, who was like a flying dragon entering the sea below, among the hundreds of unjust souls, he fought with ease.

Xiao Muchen never thought that the simple and generous Huozi brother was so powerful, a silver gun, a silver windbreaker, Xiao Muchen wanted to give a thumbs up, "really handsome"!

Yang Zihuo seemed to be annoyed, at this time the soul had been killed and injured most of the time, after the last sweep, he raised the silver spear to the top of his head, turned around a few times, and smashed it on the ground, the silver spear was inserted into the ground from the root, the power was great, it can be seen that in general, Yang Zihuo bent his body slightly, and shook left and right, with him as the center, a strong air flow spread from the surroundings.

Scattered all the unjust souls who rushed over, and in that true qi, I don't know if Xiao Muchen was dazzled, but the spears formed by mixing with air were inserted into the bodies of the unjust souls one by one, and then dissipated.

In just an instant, all the unjust souls disappeared, Yang Zihuo picked up the silver spear from the ground, turned around in a half circle, and crossed behind him: The four of you go together, lest I waste time!

The tone is only rampant, and it can be seen that it is average.