God-level wealthy son-in-law

Until now, Wang Han didn't understand what happened, but he could see that his grandfather and father were terrified, and even willingly prostrated themselves at Zhou Yi's feet.

But at this time, Zhou Yi said with contempt: "Very well, you are quite sensible, and you haven't brought disaster to the Wang family."

"However, some people are exempt from capital crimes, but living crimes are inevitable!"

While speaking, he came in front of Patriarch Wang, and said in a domineering tone, "Stretch out your hand!"

The head of the Wang family was trembling and did not dare to disobey.

But in the next second, Zhou Yi directly grabbed his arm and chopped it off. The sharp lancet was not stained with blood, and with a "click", a severed arm fell to the ground.

"Uh... ah ah..."

Patriarch Wang was so painful that the veins on his face were exposed, he couldn't help but growl, but still bit his mouth desperately.

"Dad, bastard, damned bastard, I'm going to fight you!" Wang Han turned red-eyed and rushed forward.

But Zhou Yi just gave him a cold look, and the next second, Patriarch Wang suddenly became violent, and slapped Wang Han's face again with his big mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop!"

Wang Han cried and shouted, "Why?"

He would rather fight with others to break his blood and die, than suffer unexplained humiliation and insult like now, and watch his father be cut off.

However, Patriarch Wang's eyes were also red, his vision was blurred, and he roared: "There is no reason, we are the ones to blame. It should be punished."

As he said that, he turned around and knelt down towards Zhou Yi again, endured the pain, and thanked him: "Thank you Mr. Zhou for not killing me, my Wang family will obey orders from now on!"

This scene made Wang Yanglin feel heartbroken, as if his heart was torn apart. When did his majestic ancient martial family fall to the point of kowtowing and begging?
It's all his fault!
Moment confused, momentary impulse.

He doesn't hate Zhou Yi, he only hates himself, he is not greedy enough, if he didn't join in the fun last night and was not bewitched by the Black Lotus Sect, even if Zhou Yi showed his identity at this moment, he wouldn't dare to bully his Wang family .

But if you want to die yourself, then you can't blame others.

Tears of regret flowed from the cloudy eyes...

And this scene of deep love between father and son, Zhou Yi didn't see the slightest disturbance in his eyes. He is the winner at this moment, so he can rest easy, but what if he failed last night?
Think about it, Wang Yanglin chopped off the head of Tie Lao, took away hundreds of billions of property from his Zhou family, and flattened his Zhou family's century-old foundation. Kind.

So there's nothing to be merciful about.

Moreover, the Wang family is only one of the many participants. If they were the masterminds, they would definitely slaughter their entire family right now.

"Mr. Zhou, please do it. I guarantee that no one in the Wang family will dare to take revenge. If anyone dares to disobey, the Wang family will be wiped out!" Wang Yanglin closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi said: "Don't worry, I'm an evolutionary after all, and it won't be too late to die after I finish some things!"

"follow me!"

Shura and Long Xiao followed suit.

Before leaving, Long Xiao took a deep look at Patriarch Wang and said, "You guys made a wise choice!"

Wang Yanglin glanced back at his son and grandson, and said hoarsely, "Give me...a cloak mound, right here in the old house, and don't let the clansman see my dead body and riot."

After finishing speaking, he resolutely chased after Zhou Yi to make amends.

Patriarch Wang said sadly: "You old man... have a good journey!"

On the side, Wang Han's eyes shone with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold!"

"Presumptuous, kneel down!" Patriarch Wang angrily reprimanded.

Wang Han was stunned, puzzled and said, "Dad, he's gone, don't pretend anymore, are you serious?"

He felt that although there was a bit of truth just now, there should be a bit of falsehood. Now that everyone has left, he can open the skylight and speak honestly. Why is his father still acting like this?
Patriarch Wang said palely: "Remember, revenge, let it disappear from your head, completely disappear, I am not joking with you, if you dare to mention these two words again in the future, you will no longer be my son .”

"Also, forget everything you saw and heard today. If you dare to leak a single word, I will personally smash your sky cap!"

"Did you hear that!"

Looking at his father's seriousness, with a sense of righteousness and killing intent, Wang Han tremblingly said: "Mr...Understood!"

……

Huaxia Martial Arts.

Zhou Yi came here to look for Mo Sang. Although the few people who escaped last night were not exposed, they can basically be identified as Zhao Gang from Hurricane Martial Arts, Pei Hu from Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts, and Zhang Long.

Today, since we are going to liquidate one by one, don't let it go, call Mo Sang, and level the two big martial arts halls.

After all, there are many apprentices in the martial arts gym.

There are thousands and eight hundred, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be a big conflict.

However, Long Xiao suddenly said: "It seems something is wrong, what is the martial arts hall closed in broad daylight for? Sleeping?"

After hearing the sound, several people looked up and found that the ancient gate of Huaxia Martial Arts Hall had been tightly closed.

Shura said coldly: "There is movement inside, it seems to be the sound of fighting, there are a lot of people, a bit chaotic."

Wang Yanglin standing alone at the end was weird, and couldn't help trying to listen, but he couldn't hear anything. Is there such a big difference in their strength?

"Could it be the sound of martial arts training, independent training, mutual learning?" Long Xiao murmured.

Shura was silent, the voice didn't quite sound like it.

"Instead of talking nonsense here, it's better to just kick the door open, and you can tell at a glance, but I'm afraid there are eight or nine times out of ten, something happened inside." Zhou Yi's eyes turned cold, and he guessed.

At the same time, inside the martial arts hall.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Boom..."

The dense figures are fighting endlessly here.

Long Wu, Mie Yi, Artai, Ah Quan, and Hua Feihua are all psykers now, joining forces to meet the enemy.

Mie Yi was the first to be promoted, just reached the third level, and most of the credit was due to the role of the spiritual mirror.

Dragon five, Hua Feihua is the peak of the third level.

Artest and Ah Quan are still at the second level.

At this moment, their opponent was a sixth-level psychic, who seemed to be a bastard from the Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Academy.

Although this man was strong, the five of them had been reborn, and their cooperation was tacit understanding. Hua Feihua resisted a punch, vomiting blood and retreated, but Mie Yi suddenly appeared behind the man, and a dagger pierced his ribs.

It just hit him hard and failed to kill him.

"Damn it!" The master was furious, he punched Mie Yi flying, but suddenly his expression changed, Long Wu had already rushed in front of him, and hit him hard on the head with an inch punch.

With a "bang", the temple exploded directly.

"you…"

"Dead? I won!" Artest and the others were ecstatic.

But before Long Wu and the others could breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Sang's roar suddenly came: "Despicable, shameless bastard, do you think it's better to strike first, and join hands to deal with my Huaxia Martial Arts School, so you can avoid disaster? Just dream!" !"

"Zhao Gang, Zhang Long, Pei Hu, you three are doomed, you don't even know what you have offended."

Zhang Long's sneer came out: "What nonsense are you talking there alone? The three of us just came to discuss with you, why can't I understand why it's better to act first?"

"You old man, it's better to talk less, I'm afraid that my fist is too heavy, and I will break your old bones with one punch!"

"Damn it, you..." Mo Sang glared, and just about to say something, Pei Hu's eyes flashed, and he kicked Mo Sang in the ribs suddenly, and he flew upside down.

A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

The leg was so heavy that it almost hurt him.

In terms of heads-up, Mo Sang is very strong, and he is considered a leader among the ninth-level psychics, but the three of them are also ninth-level psychics. Although they are not as good as him, they can be stronger together.

He can last a while, but he can't fight.

"Master!" Long Wu and the others blushed, did they lose?

But when the three of Zhang Long grinned and were about to kill, there was a sudden explosion at the gate, and a terrifying gust of wind swept across the entire martial arts hall, overturning dozens of people.

The wooden door was shattered into pieces!
A familiar figure walked in slowly.

"Yi...Brother Yi?"