The top ten female emperors stood up to welcome the return of the immortal emperor

"It's not the old man, you can't use the broken fan left by your son."

"Why are your family so ignorant?"

"If your son had handed over the broken fan earlier, there would be no need to die."

The bald man seemed not satisfied, he kicked Mr. Han a few more times, and said viciously.

When Mr. Han heard that his son was also killed by them, he was furious.

Struggling to get up from the ground, leaning against the wall of the restaurant, looking at the people in front of him.

"It's just a broken fan, you're going to kill our family."

"Cultivators are certainly powerful, but aren't you afraid of being punished by God for doing this!"

"My old man is so old, it's useless to keep the so-called spirit treasure, but it was stolen by thieves!"

"You can get angry at me, don't touch the little girl, she's just an ordinary person!"

Speaking of the excitement, Mr. Han spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood, and he seemed to be dying soon.

Seeing that old man Han really couldn't get out the so-called fan.

Looking back at the sedan chair lifted up by the four of them together, he asked respectfully: "Young master, it seems that this old thing really doesn't have a fan."

A gloomy voice came from inside the sedan chair, saying, "Tch, you are so old, you can't even manage a fan well."

"In that case, then take this little girl away."

"The one who was born was a water spirit, so it makes sense for me to be a personal servant girl of the Wang family."

The bald man said respectfully: "Understood, young master."

As he spoke, he pinched Yang Ling in his hand, and was about to stuff Yang Ling into the sedan chair.

at this time.

An arrow in the distance, like a black crow, shot towards the curtain in the middle of the sedan chair.

The arrow flew extremely fast and was extremely accurate.

It was aimed at the head of the person in the sedan chair.

But it hasn't waited for the arrow to hit.

There seemed to be a layer of faint ripples around the sedan chair.

Silently blocked the arrow in the air, and within a few seconds it slowly fell to the ground.

"Someone assassinated the young master!"

Only then did the crowd realize that someone was assassinating, and gathered around the sedan chair one after another.

In the distance, Yang Huan slowly put down the hunting bow in his hand and walked forward.

"Son, what are you doing here..."

Mr. Han seemed to be dying, and he couldn't even speak intermittently.

The dry pipe that was extremely precious on weekdays has been broken in two at this moment.

Looking at the broken dry bong, Master Han gave a wry smile, and could only take out a handful of shredded tobacco from the pouch, put it on his nose to smell it, and then put it back into the pouch.

"You guys are too deceitful." Yang Huan placed old man Han aside, staring at the sedan chair with cold eyes.

At first, the bald man was extremely disdainful, he threw Yang Ling aside and walked forward.

"You son of a bitch, murdering our young master is courting death!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his big bronze hand and grabbed Yang Huan.

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Huan didn't even try to avoid it, but stretched out his right hand coldly, and grabbed the bald man's wrist from the side.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Immediately, the bald man fell to his knees and howled in pain as if his heart had been devoured by thousands of ants.

"It's you who grabbed my sister with your dirty hands?"

Yang Huan lowered his head, looked at the bald man kneeling on the ground, and strengthened his strength a little.

Everyone only heard a "click".

The bald man was in so much pain that he passed out.

And his arm held by Yang Huan seemed to have no bones at this moment, and it fell limply to the ground.

A teenage boy crushed the bones of a big man's arm covered in tendons.

Seeing this kind of thing, everyone present was stunned.

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Yang Huan knew from an early age that he was born with supernatural powers, and his strength far surpassed that of his peers.

Perhaps it was because of her mother Ji Yao's fairy blood.

But Yang Huan had never used his divine power to bully anyone, even for hunting, he didn't want to use such a cruel way.

Today was the first time he felt that he could use his divine power to deal with a person.

And there is no compassion in my heart.

Some are just indifferent.

After dealing with the bald man, Yang Huan looked at the servants around him and said, "Let go of my sister and apologize to Grandpa Han."

"What an arrogant brat."

This is, the people sitting in the sedan chair suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

It's hard to tell if the laughter is genuinely happy or angry.

But all in all, Yang Huan was very annoyed.

"You guys, if you can't even solve this little brat, then don't stay in Wang's house."

After all, all the servants looked at each other and took out the guy from behind them.

Sticks, machetes, sickles, whatever.

As for Yang Huan, he just silently picked up a stick from the ground next to the restaurant and held it in his hand.

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a family suddenly appeared from the side, waving a machete in their hands, as if aiming directly at Yang Huan's head.

It seems that he is completely a bandit without any mercy.

Seeing this, Yang Huan also naturally understood that he didn't need to show mercy to the other party.

The stick in his hand was winding like a dragon, unpredictable.

Seeing that the servant rushed up, he was taken aback for a while.

Before the servant could understand the stick's attacking route.

There was a sharp pain in his hand, and the machete in his hand couldn't help throwing it to the ground.

In the next second, the slender stick hit his face, leaving a hot red mark, and directly beat the servant to eat shit.

Two people in a row, one-on-one, were instantly killed by Yang Huan.

Even if Yang Huan really looks like an ordinary teenager now, the servants dare not be careless.

After looking at each other, they decided to form a group to besiege Yang Huan.

But the crisis that Yang Huan encountered while hunting in the forest was a hundred times more dangerous than this.

He didn't panic at all, but relied on the corner of the restaurant wall behind him to narrow down the route from which he was attacked.

The opponent can only attack from the front, and there should not be too many people at one time. Only two people can attack at the same time.

The simple and unpretentious long stick in his hand was like an unpredictable cobra, elusive, and it was impossible to see Yang Huan's stick speed at all.

In just a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen servants had a hot red mark on their faces and collapsed to the ground.

"I don't want to repeat it a third time, return my sister to me, and then apologize to Grandpa Han!"

At this time, Yang Huan's fighting spirit was surging, and his anger also welled up in his heart. He looked at the people in the sedan chair and growled in a low voice.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

There were three extremely light and crisp sounds from inside the sedan chair.

It seems to be clapping and celebrating.

"You little brat, you really have the ability to train a family."

"But I'm sorry, young master, I won't play anymore, so I'll leave."

After all, his sedan chair actually floated up into the air, like a ghostly shadow.

After a while, it disappeared in place.

"This bastard... ran away?" Yang Huan said in a daze, looking at the disappearance of the sedan chair.