Then, he turned his head and looked at the thin young man, saying, "Master Weihu, this piece of blood jade is a heirloom of my Han family, and a priceless treasure. It should be more than five million. I will use this blood jade to match the five million, how about it?"

The thin young man frowned at this moment, looking at the blood jade in Han Shixiong's hand with interest.

After looking for a while, he said, "Take it over and let me take a look!"

Han Shixiong frowned, thought for a while, and walked over with the small box.

But just after taking two steps, he was stopped by the old man with short hair standing on the other side. The old man with short hair sneered and looked at him, saying, "Give it to me!"

Han Shixiong looked at him with a calm face, thought for a while, and handed him the small box.

The old man took it casually, then snorted softly, then walked to the thin young man and handed it on both hands, "Young Master, give it to it!"

"Open and take a look!"

The young master said carelessly.

The short-haired old man nodded and opened the box. When the thin young man saw the blood jade inside, his eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand and took out the blood jade inside.

Then, he picked up the blood jade, looked up, and made a sound of surprise in his mouth, "What a good jade!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the blood jade. Under the sunlight, the blood red inside the blood jade seemed to be flowing slowly, very vivid.

Han Shixiong looked at this scene with a deep face, frown, and looked ugly.

After all, this piece of blood jade was something passed down from the Han family's ancestors. Now he actually sent it out with his own hands, and he felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart.

But he also knew that when things got to this point, there was no other solution besides this.

"No, not bad, this is indeed a good thing..." The thin young man looked at the blood jade and said with a look of surprise.

Han Shixiong looked at him with a calm face and said, "How is it, Master Weihu, now, our debt is cleared, you can leave, right?"

The thin young man was stunned when he heard this, then his eyes turned, and a few funny looks flashed in his eyes.

Then, he put the blood jade back into the small mahogany box and said to the short-haired old man: "Old Mu, he will definitely like this jade when he returns to his father!"

"Yes, Master!"

The short-haired old man said respectfully.

The thin young man turned his head and looked at Han Shixiong, and said with a smile: "Han Shixiong, this piece of jade is indeed good, but at most, it is only worth one million. So, your Han family still owes me four million. How do you plan to pay back this money?"

As soon as these words were said, Han Shixiong and Han Yiyi both changed their faces. Han Yang, who was beside him, also frowned slightly and snorted in a low voice.

Han Shixiong immediately said, "Young Master Weihu, don't joke. This blood jade has a market price of definitely more than five million!"

"Han Shixiong, do you think I am joking with you? You just want five million yuan. Your Han family is so poor!"

The thin young man sneered, "Han Shixiong, I will give you two choices now. First, give me this ancestral hall, and second, let that girl follow me!"

As he said that, he looked at Han Yiyi with a lewd smile on his face.

Han Shixiong was now full of anger on his face. He stared at the thin young man and gritted his teeth and said, "Master Weihu, since that's the case, you return the jade to me, I'll buy it and pay it back for you!"

When the thin young man heard this, he smiled and looked at him with a playful look, "Han Shixiong, you are not young anymore. Why are you so naive? How can you take out the things you have collected? Are you teasing me?"

"You..." Han Shixiong was so angry that his fists were clenched, his face turned pale, and his body was shaking slightly. The peak cultivation of the Jiuyuan Grandmaster in his body slowly exploded. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You... are you bullying others with power?"

When the thin young man saw it, he was not afraid at all. He smiled relaxedly, "Han Shixiong, you are right. I am bullying you openly. What can you do to me? Don't talk nonsense, either the ancestral hall or this girl, you decide as soon as possible, otherwise I will let you have neither!"

"I...I've fought with you!"

Han Shixiong finally couldn't bear it, his figure suddenly rose up, turned into a shadow, and rushed directly towards the thin young man.

"court death!"

The short-haired old man standing aside was staring at Han Shixiong. Seeing this, his figure flashed, shouted loudly, and immediately went up to meet him.

Han Shixiong had already expected this person to take action, and immediately, two peak powerful men of the Nine Yuan Grandmaster started fighting in the yard.

The strong air waves caused everything around them to chaotic, and the thin young man and the gangsters also quickly retreated.

In the air, two figures fought together. Because of the same cultivation level, they were hard to part with each other for a while and evenly matched.

Below, Han Yiyi stared at the two of them with concern, her eyes full of worry.

At this moment, Han Yang suddenly whispered to her: "With the old man with short hair being restrained, you can take action to catch this thin young man!"

Unexpectedly, when Han Yiyi heard this, her face changed and she looked at him and said, "No, this person... This person has a special identity, I can't attack him, otherwise our Han family will be finished!"

When Han Yang heard this, he frowned and asked, "What is his identity? Why is he asking for trouble with the Han family?"

Han Yiyi glanced at him, thought for a while, and said, "This young master Weihu is the son of the boss of Tianwei Group, so behind him, we can't afford to offend him at all! As for the five million, my second uncle's son fought black boxing to make money, but he lost, which caused Weihu to lose five million and he was also crippled, so Weihu asked our Han family to ask for money!"

"What, what happened?"

Han Yang's eyes were a little gloomy.

Han Yiyi nodded.

Han Yang's eyes glanced at the thin young man in the distance and suddenly asked, "Did the other party touch that black fist?"

Han Yiyi's face changed, she glanced at him, and then said, "I don't know, but the second uncle also suspected that with Han Ying's strength, he would not lose, but in the end he lost terriblely. Not only did Wei Hu lose money, but he was also seriously injured. He has been lying in the hospital and has not woken up..."

When she said this, Han Yiyi sighed. Obviously, even she felt a lot of pressure for such a huge burden.

She said while watching the battle in the air. At this moment, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when Han Shixiong gradually gained the upper hand after a stalemate.
Chapter completed!