Wang Li walked aside Yang Wenjing, and from time to time, he fought against Yang Wenjing with his feet and kicked. He was very proud.

"Boy, aren't you amazing?" Wang Li poured on Yang Wenjing's stomach with a punch, and said with vulva: "Falling into my hands, counting your life is not good!"

Wang Li led his hand to a street with a lot of people in Luoshui City.

"Who dares to provoke me in the future, this is the end!" Wang Li loudly, punched in Yang Wenjing's chest after punching.

Yang Wenjing wanted to resist, but his hands and feet were locked by the iron chain. There were two monks who were not weak, and it could be said that it was difficult to do what actions.

"Who is this person, how dare to offend the second master of the Wang family, really don't know how to die!"

"I seem to have seen this young man, oh, remembered, isn't he the private child of the Yang family?" A woman pointed out and said.

"I didn't expect the descendants of the Yang family to be like this by the descendants of the Wang family. These young people really have no bones. I have shameless for the Yang family!" A middle -aged man looked at Yang Wenjing, who was bruised all over, and expressed his views.

"No, it's the young master. I have to go back and notify the head of the family!" A maid squeezed into the crowd and saw clearly that the person in Wang Li's hands was Yang Wenjing.

This maid has served Yang Xue before. Yang Wenjing has been having fun with this maid when she was a child. Although Yang Wenjing has grown a little taller, it is not difficult to recognize the familiar face.

The crowd followed Wang Li and his group, and many people liked to watch the fun.

"Do you know what this guy had committed a crime before I was caught?" Wang Li stood on a stone platform, smiling softly, staring at Yang Wenjing, just as if he was examining the criminals.

"What sin?"

Someone in the crowd spoke, wanting to know what mistakes the descendants of the Yang family made.

"kill!"

Wang Li said solemnly and said everything that happened before. Wang Li was very insidious, but he said that Yang Wenjing murdered, but he did not say why the killing.

"This kid killed my servant. What do you think I should deal with him?" Wang Li looked at the crowd, squirted his iron fan, and smiled righteously.

"Since ancient times, killing and fate, this is a matter of justice."

Below, a young man responded with a charming person.

"Yes, killing people, heaven and earth!" Suddenly, some people followed coaxing and wanted to see Wang Li executed the descendants of the Yang family.

Some of the people in the crowd were from the Lin family. They were clamoring at this time, and they were undoubtedly trying to make things worse. If Wang Li really killed the descendants of the Yang family, the Yang family would definitely attack the Wang family, so that their Lin family would be able to sit down.

Reap the benefits of fishermen.

The Lin family can only be regarded as the third among the three major families in Luoshui City. There are very few monks in the family and they dare not easily offend the Wang family and Yang family members on weekdays.

Wang Li raised Yang Wenjing's head with his hand and said righteously: "Boy, did you hear it? Killing someone will pay your life!"

"Want to kill me? Dream!" Yang Wenjing spit on Wang Li's face with a sip of blood, his tone was hard.

"Don't give you some ruthless, you should be a bodhisattva?"

Wang Li's face suddenly changed, and when two men were arranged to beat Yang Wenjing, they did not forget to kick their feet.

Seeing Yang Wenjing's beating passed, Wang Li stopped people.

Yang Wenjing in the coma seemed to hear a voice, and the voice never heard it, which was unfamiliar and familiar.

Yang Wenjing saw that there was a burly man in front of him appeared in front of him.

"Child, since you have come to this place, it means that your life has been threatened. This is a trace of my soul left in your body. Use it to break the seal and open the divine vein!"

After speaking, the figure began to gradually dissipate.

"Father, it's father!" Yang Wenjing was very excited, thinking about his father's strange name.

The word Shenmai has heard of it at the Shanheyuan, and it is what Jide said to himself.

The divine vein is a unique symbol of creatures in the divine world, and the divine vein is also the most powerful lineage among all races. The divine vein can be born to suppress other bloodline cultivators in the realm, which is very against the will of heaven.

Of course, not all the gods of the gods of the gods are so against the sky. The gods are very large, and whether the veins are strong, it depends entirely on the ancestors.

Yang Wenjing's ancestor is the Sun family family. This is a very ancient group. It has never been broken since the inheritance of the myth.

Go away.

"Divine vein! Break it for me!" Yang Wenjing shouted loudly, condensed the divine vein that his father left in his body in his chest, trying to break the seal and completely open the divine vein.

At this time, Wang Li and the other six monks felt something was wrong and felt a little uneasy inexplicably.

Yang Wenjing's chest was hot, and a red light continued to grow. Finally, Yang Wenjing in the coma completely enveloped the bloody curtain.

The chain was directly discharged by this red blood, and the wounds on Yang Wenjing were also healing rapidly. The blood veins flowed rapidly. Yang Wenjing's breath suddenly skyrocketed, but it directly broke through the spiritual branch realm!

Yang Wenjing's consciousness also clarified, feeling that the whole body was very comfortable, a warm current flowing flowing, and the veins in the body were broken.

Wang Li was shocked and didn't understand what was going on with Yang Wenjing. He had already hid far away and asked his subordinates to take action and kill Yang Wenjing.

Seeing this, the twelve subordinates all slashed their swords and dared not refuse to obey Wang Li's orders.

But the result made them dare not believe that their attacks were completely incapable of Yang Wenjing. Even the blood curtain did not break, and it was directly blocked, and even the sword was directly melted away.

"Evil!"

"Run quickly, this person is afraid he is a monster!"

"Oh my God, is he a human or a demon?"

Seeing this, the people watching the fun were not good and retreated one after another, fearing that they would cause death.

At this time, Wang Li was shocked and prepared to run away.

"What is this kid's origin? Why do you feel that this aura is not like our human race!"

One of the scent in the crowd, saying such a discourse.

"Want to run? Do you run away?"

A cold words sounded, spreading to Wang Li's ears, like a sword cut, and the hair was upright.

Yang Wenjing broke through the blood curtain and rushed out directly. She was very fast and came to Wang Li in an instant.

"You ... are you or ghosts, you go, I don't kill you anymore!" Wang Li was scared and fell to the ground.

"You don't kill me, but I want to kill you!" Yang Wen quietly said coldly, looking at Wang Li, who was rolling on the ground, as if he was watching a dead person, there was no mercy.

"You can't kill me. My grandfather is a spiritual tree. If you kill me, you won't be able to survive!" Wang Li said hurriedly, trying to scare Yang Wenjing.

"Do you think I'm scared?" Yang Wenjing responded coldly, holding the sword in her hand and walking towards Wang Li step by step.

"You...you let me go, I can give you whatever you want!" Wang Li spoke, begging Yang Wenjing to let him go.

But Yang Wenjing did not respond and had made up her mind to kill Wang Li.

As things developed here, Wang Li's heart was already cold and he knew that he would probably not be able to escape death.

"Today I will use your head to sacrifice my brother!" Yang Wenjing directly waved his sword to Wang Li.

"Fighting with you, Lao Tzu is not easy to mess with!" Wang Li stood up and attached the spirit to the iron fan, trying to block this blow.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, Wang Li's iron fan broke directly, followed by a sharp sword, directly piercing his chest.

The long sword was obviously possessed by Yang Wenjing. Yang Wenjing's cultivation level was already a spiritual branch, and its power was far stronger than Wang Li's iron fan. It was easy to smash Wang Li's iron fan.

"Hurt my grandson, wanton!"

Suddenly, an old voice came, and from the old man who drove an old war halberd not far away, it was aggressive.

"Grandpa, save me, save grandchildren!" Wang Li saw his grandfather Wang Xiao, and suddenly shouted to call for help.

"snort!"

Yang Wenjing snorted coldly, not afraid. As the sword light flashed, a bloody head rolled to the ground, a ball of blood fog sprayed, and a smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

"You...you dare to kill my grandson, die!" Wang Xiao was furious. He didn't expect Yang Wenjing to be so decisive and directly kill his grandson. This was something Wang Xiao didn't expect, and he wouldn't expect to dare.
Chapter completed!