In the lobby of the Taishou Mansion in Qingxi Town, Ye Changfeng, who had white hair and long beards, and the two brothers Ye Wuhai and Ye Wuya, stood in the center of the hall with straight waists.

The father and son looked coldly at everyone in the room and formed a corner at the same time, blocking each other's sight and blind spots to prevent sneak attacks.

At the edge of both sides of the hall, there were more than a dozen guards in armor with swords in hand, all of whom looked at the three people in the hall with nervous faces.

Under the 'Haoran Righteousness' plaque hanging in the middle of the hall, there was also a middle-aged man in a cyan official uniform standing with a sweaty face.

Brushing his sleeves and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, the man in the official uniform peeked at the two martial artists in the corner of the wall who couldn't afford to struggle with pain on their faces, and couldn't stop scolding in his heart:

"What kind of master sent out by the Imperial Spirit Sect to practice! What bullshit to practice qi in the Five Realms! I was hit by an old man's punch and couldn't climb up in the corner of the wall, I really took my silver for so many years!"

Although he complained in his heart, the face of the man in the official uniform did not dare to show it at all, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly smiled at Ye Changfeng, who had a long beard and white hair, with an embarrassed smile:

"Old Master Ye is really old and strong, when did he step into the peak of the Eight Realms of Physical Training? It's so low-key! Let's go, petty official, I'll send someone to Zuichun Tower to set up a few tables to celebrate you, Old Master of the Old Family!"

As he spoke, the man in the official uniform made a gesture to make all the officers and soldiers in the field retreat, and then trotted in front of Ye Changfeng and smiled flatteringly.

Ye Changfeng glanced at Yang Taishou, who was stabbed on both sides, sneered disdainfully, and teased:

"Heh... Don't bother Yang Taishou, don't you want the ancestral thing of my Ye family? Can you send someone to go with the old man? The old man will give it with both hands!"

When Yang Taishou heard this, the cold sweat on his forehead instantly added another layer, and he hurriedly started haha: "Where is this old master! The junior official was just drunk before, don't take it seriously!"

As he spoke, he picked up his hands and began to slap himself, his straight cheeks crackled, and he scolded at the same time: "I'm really damned! I offended the old master Ye by drunken words for a while, and caused the old master to misunderstand, it's really damn! Damn!"

"Enough!"

Ye Changfeng raised his hand to interrupt Yang Taishou, and replied impatiently: "Since it is a drunken sentence, then I will no longer pursue the old man, lest someone say in the future that I rely on the old and sell the old!"

Ye Changfeng shook the sleeves of his coat, turned around and strode out of the door, no longer giving Yang Taishou a chance to speak.

Seeing this, Ye Wuhai and Ye Wuya, who were on the side, hurriedly turned around and protected the old man's left and right.

Seeing that the three of them had already walked out of the lobby, Ye Wuya, who was walking at the end, suddenly stopped.

The man glanced at a purple jade teapot on the small table in the hall, rolled his eyes, and folded it back with a thief smile on his face.

Picking up the purple jade teapot on the small table and playing with it for a while, Ye Wuya nodded appreciatively, and said to himself: "Oh! Yang Taishou, this teapot is good! I'll play with it?

As he spoke, the man smiled and glanced at Yang Taishou, who was full of pain on his face, but he didn't have the slightest intention of putting the teapot back in his hand.

Seeing this, Yang Taishou hurriedly waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "What is Second Master Ye talking about? If you like it, just take it! Gadgets are worthless! Not worth much!"

Ye Wuya chuckled lightly when he heard this, unceremoniously put away the purple jade teapot, and walked out with both hands on the back of his head, leaving Yang Taishou alone with a painful pestle on his face.

"Hmph, old horseman, relying on cultivation to humiliate me like this, I will definitely remove your Ye family from Qingxi Town! I want everyone to know that I am the heaven of Qingxi Town!"

Yang Taishou stared at the direction of the courtyard gate hatefully, scolded hoarsely, turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard.

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In the school martial arts field, the young Ye Feng was already fully clothed at the moment, but he still gritted his teeth and endured the scorching heat to practice the Ye family's Fuhu Fist.

Not far from it, in the clearing, there is also an inconspicuous stick stuck diagonally.

Under the shade of the tree, Wang Mang and Qin Qiao were sitting on the ground with their hands and knees against the big tree, and they were chatting with Ye Feng while urging Ye Feng.

"Qin Da Stick, how far do you say the little young master can go in the end on the way to martial arts?"

Wang Mang picked up a small branch and bit it in his mouth, looked at Qin Qiao beside him and asked.

Hearing this, the latter stared at Ye Feng, who was sweating profusely, with a big grin, for a while, and did not say anything.

Wang Mang couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw this, and continued to say to himself: "I think that with the heart of our little master, at least we can reach the Eight Realms of Physical Training!"

Practicing the Eight Realms of the Body is a lifelong goal for ordinary martial arts practitioners like Wang Mang!

Qin Qiao, who was silent on the side, seemed to suddenly think of something at this time, and after a short period of distraction, he said in a humming voice, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say." And he said no more.

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In the Taishou Mansion in Qingxi Town, Yang Taishou was standing alone in a secret room in the mansion at this time.

Yang Taishou walked to the wall and pressed the mechanism, took out an octagonal bronze mirror from the mechanism, carefully held it in his palm, and began to read inaudible words in fragments.

After a while, the bronze mirror suddenly shook, and it slowly floated from Yang Taishou's palm and floated in the air like a living being.

Immediately after, a picture of rippling water appeared in the mirror.

Looking at the scene, it should be a gorgeous attic.

Seeing this, Yang Taishou, who had been tiptoeing, hurriedly stretched out his hands to hold the bronze mirror, his posture became more and more humble, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"What?"

With the words, a middle-aged man in casual clothes with a gloomy face appeared in the picture, revealing a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

Yang Taishou swallowed nervously, sweating like rain, and did not answer for a long time, as if the man's momentum had passed through the mirror and pressed him out of breath.

Not daring to delay for too long, the man in the official uniform quickly organized his words in his mind, lowered his posture and respectfully explained to the person in the mirror:

"Lord Wang, there was some accident with that treasure of the Ye family, it turned out that Ye Changfeng's old puppet was not practicing the Seven Realms, but the pinnacle of the real Eight Realms! Moreover, he had just brought his two sons to make a big fuss in the Taishou Mansion, and seriously injured the two Qi Practitioners I hired with a lot of money! The villain was really forced to have no choice, so he had to disturb you, Lord Wang..."

After complaining in one breath, Yang Taishou quietly brushed his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart rose to his throat.

The pressure brought to him by the man he called the prince in this bronze mirror was far greater than the pressure given to him by Ye Changfeng, who practiced the Eight Realms of Physical Fitness.

After listening to Yang Taishou's narration, the man in civilian clothes lowered his eyelids and muttered for a moment, his whole mood did not fluctuate, and he said in a calm tone: "This king will send someone to deal with this matter, don't interfere again." ”

Before the words fell, the white light flashed, and the bronze mirror in the air fell back into Yang Taishou's hand, and the picture in the mirror disappeared.

Yang Taishou in the secret room held the bronze mirror with relief, exhaled weakly, adjusted his mind to recover his emotions, couldn't help but snort coldly, and said proudly: "Hmph! Old horseman, see who has the last laugh!"

The corners of Yang Taishou's mouth showed a smile of successful tricks, as if he had seen the destruction of the Ye family.

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In the Ye family's mansion, Ye Changfeng, father and son, when they returned to the mansion, they ordered their subordinates to close the door and greet no one, and then they entered the hall together and never came out.

In the hall, the eldest son Ye Wuhai looked at Ye Changfeng, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, and couldn't help but ask: "Father, the matter of Yang Taishou Suobao has been resolved, why are you still worried?"

Ye Changfeng took a deep breath, looked at his two sons and thought for a long time, shook his head solemnly and said:

Since this Yang Taishou can know that my Ye family has a secret treasure, it means that there is an unknown force behind this person. For the sake of prudence, the two of you will go to the suburbs to bring Feng'er back to me, and then take Feng'er and his mother to find a place to take shelter for a while, if there is any wind and waves, I will follow Ye Changfeng alone!"

Hearing the old man's words, Ye Wuya, who had always been a child, looked rare and serious, clenched his fists eagerly, and shouted in the tone of the king of heaven:

"Dad, what are you talking about? Let the eldest brother take Xiaofeng and his sister-in-law out to see the mountains and rivers for an outing, and I will stay with you!"

Before Ye Changfeng could reply, the door of the hall that was not closed was shattered by a wave of air.

With a burst of weird laughter, a sharp and hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Hehehehe~ What are you anxious about dying? Line up one by one! No one can run!"

Following the sound, I saw a blue-faced man wearing a black robe with nails more than an inch long standing outside the house, who was sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his nails at this time, and slowly walked towards the three people in the house.

In the courtyard outside the door, there were still seven or eight corpses of Ye Fu's subordinates, and as for when the black-robed man killed him, the three people in the house were unaware.

"Master!"

Ye Changfeng and the three of them exclaimed at the same time in their hearts.

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In the Ye Family Martial Arts Field, those young people who came here to practice martial arts have all left the martial arts field and returned home.

In the martial arts field of Nuoda, only Ye Feng, Wang Mang and Qin Qiao were left lying on the grass head to head and resting comfortably, and beside the three of them, there were still a few crooked empty wine jars and some food.

"Uncle Qin, Uncle Wang, do you have a dream?"

Ye Feng squinted at the sunset in the sky, rubbing the short stick in his hand, his eyes were confused.

Hearing this, Wang Mang smashed his mouth twice and tasted the aroma of wine in his mouth, put one of his legs on Qin Qiao on the side, and replied lazily:

"Dreams... Everybody has it, right? My dream is that you can become a master of the Eight Realms of Physical Training! Then I and your second uncle will find a mother-in-law to marry a wife and have children, and pass on the lineage!"

Wang Mang showed a cheap smile on his face, as if he saw the moment when he made the candle in the groom's cave room.

As the martial artist of the Ye family, Wang Mang can be said to be loyal and never have two hearts.

This is not only because the Ye family treats them without any guilt, but also because Wang Mang and Ye Wuya are good brothers who have played together since childhood!

Thinking of his cynical second uncle, the young Ye Feng is also as big as a fight.

Sometimes the second uncle is really not as sensible as a child like himself, and the grandfather who is always angry is like thunder, scolding "Rebel, rebel!" and then chasing the second uncle up and down all over the yard.

Recalling the embarrassment of his second uncle, Ye Feng's originally sad face couldn't help but smile a little...

As the sun on the horizon gradually set westward, the three of them chatted for a while, Qin Qiao, who had not been silent on the side, raised his hand and rubbed his face, and took the lead in getting up and urging Ye Feng and the others: "Let's go! The sun is setting, the old man should be in a hurry for a while!"

Ye Feng and the others were frightened when they heard this, and hurriedly stood up with a carp, and the three of them hurriedly took their respective horses and drove back towards Qingxi Town together.