"Yes, boss!"

Even if Li Xuedong said Yang Yu's two bodyguards martial arts cultivation, the yellow-faced man's face still had a disapproving expression.

The martial arts cultivation of those two bodyguards was very clear to him, and in his opinion, the strength of the middle stage of the Yellow Rank was only slightly stronger than that of the ants, because his cultivation was a real powerhouse in the middle of the Earth Rank.

To kill two mid-Yellow Order martial artists, he basically didn't need to use his hands, and he could scare them with his momentum alone.

In fact, after hearing that Li Xuedong had killed two mid-Yellow Rank martial artists, the yellow-faced man began to assess Li Xuedong's strength, with his age, even if he was a genius disciple of a certain sect in the Ancient Martial Arts Realm, his cultivation would definitely not exceed the Xuan Rank, at most it would be the peak of the Xuan Rank.

As for the thirty-year-old Ground Rank, I'm sorry, he Hu Heng has never seen him in the ancient martial arts world for so many years.

Even those top-level sects, he had never seen anyone who could cultivate ancient martial arts to the ground level before the age of thirty.

In Hu Heng's impression, the most talented disciple was undoubtedly Nalan Hui of Plum Blossom Academy.

At the age of twenty-five, she promoted her martial arts cultivation to the Xuan Rank, and even won the title of first place in the Ancient Martial Arts Youth Disciple Exchange Conference.

The young man in front of him should be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his cultivation could not surpass Nalan Hui in any way, otherwise it would not be Nalan Hui who won the championship that day, but him.

"Boy, don't blame me for not asking you, which sect are you a disciple, maybe I'll look at your sect and make a light attack on you. ”

Hu Heng is different from Yang Yinglang, he has more time in the ancient martial arts world, he has to take care of some things, if Li Xuedong's backstage sect is really strong enough, he can't listen to Yang Yinglang's words to give him how, otherwise a powerful ancient martial arts sect will be angry, and Yang Yinglang will not be able to resist even the top three pharmaceutical companies in Asia.

Yang Yinglang is not a fool, after hearing Hu Heng's question, his heart suddenly sank, he knew that what he said just now was a little reckless.

Li Xuedong knew what they were thinking, and said with a faint smile: "You don't have to have any scruples, my sect is not eye-catching, it is not worth mentioning in the Guwu sect, and the total number of sects is less than five or six." ”

"Hehe, then I'm relieved. ”

Seeing that Li Xuedong actually told how many disciples there were in his sect, the sect of five or six people could not even be called a sect, it could only be said to be a small group.

The yellow-faced man sneered, his body was like lightning, and his five fingers grabbed Li Xuedong like steel bars.

Boom!

Seeing that his five fingers were about to touch Li Xuedong, the sneer on the yellow-faced man's face had not finished disappearing, and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

His body flew upside down like a cannonball as if it had been hit by an overweight truck, knocking a large crater directly into the opposite wall.

The powerful impact force exceeded Hu Heng's endurance, and a stream of blood spurted out as soon as he opened his mouth.

Even if Hu Heng received a heavy blow, he didn't even see how the other party shot him away, he just felt a strong wind coming, and then he was sent flying, and he didn't even have time to parry.

Li Xuedong held the teacup as if he was nothing, blew the white heat, and said in a cold tone: "A mid-level martial artist dares to be wild in front of me, I don't know how thick the sky is, I don't know how many earth-level martial artists have died in my hands over the years, and I don't even bother to kill a small character like you." ”

Seeing that Hu Heng was beaten and vomited blood by Li Xuedong, Yang Yinglang's expression became horrified, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart, and the young man in front of him with a cold attitude did not seem to be something he could afford to provoke at all.

Hu Heng's ability to cultivate to the middle of the ground level shows that he is not stupid, although he didn't use his strength just now, but the other party was able to blast him away lightly, which shows that the cultivation of the young man in front of him is above him, and it is far beyond him.

'Heavenly Rank Master?!'

Hu Heng didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, guessing Li Xuedong's strength in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, he knew that there was a kind of exercise that could maintain youth in the ancient martial arts world, but few people would practice that kind of exercise, because this kind of maintaining youth was just an illusion, and it was impossible to really rejuvenate him.

He didn't believe that a young man less than thirty years old could actually be a Heavenly Rank master, so he thought that Li Xuedong must be a senior master who cultivated the method of maintaining youth.

Thinking of this, where did Hu Heng dare to hesitate, he quickly crawled out of the stone pile, stumbled and knelt in front of Li Xuedong and kowtowed: "Junior, Hu Heng, visited his seniors, just now the juniors have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and I hope that my seniors will be magnanimous, spare my life!"

Li Xuedong said lightly: "Let's take off one of your arms first." ”

"Yes!"

This time, Hu Heng agreed very happily, he didn't even hesitate, his right hand grabbed his left shoulder like an eagle's claw, and when he saw a click, he directly abolished his left arm, and everyone except Li Xuedong was stunned.

For Hu Heng, it was easy for a heaven-level master to kill him.

Compared to his life, a mere arm is nothing, and it will only affect his strength a little.

Li Xuedong was quite satisfied with Hu Heng's decisiveness, and then he looked up at Yang Yinglang and laughed coldly: "I killed your son, do you want to avenge your son?"

"I ......"

Yang Yinglang saw that Hu Heng, who was as powerful as a god, knelt in front of Li Xuedong, he obviously knew that the strength of this young man was extraordinary, even more powerful than Hu Heng.

In the face of such an ancient martial arts master, I am afraid that it only takes one finger to kill the killer.

But Yang Yu is his only son, and the person in front of him killed his son, how can he give up.

However, Yang Yinglang is still a cunning person, he immediately showed a flattering look at Li Xuedong and smiled: "The seniors killed well, that stupid son offended the seniors, it was clearly looking for death, he didn't have the ability to fart, he only knew that he would cause trouble for me, and it was natural for the seniors to kill him!"

When Yang Yinglang said this, the eyes of the others who looked at him were full of disdain and horror.

What a strong will to say such a thing in front of the murderer's enemy, at least they can't do it.

The person who knows Yang Yinglang best is Hu Heng, of course he knows what Yang Yinglang is thinking now.

The strength of the young man in front of him was far beyond what he could fight, and the most important thing for him now was to save his own life.

When he had a chance to leave here, he would immediately summon those masters of the Ancient Martial Sect to besiege and kill this young man, this was the revenge plan that Yang Yinglang had in mind.