Yang Yu also took a deep breath, swept his eyes over Yang Shaohua without any daring to neglect it, and told the matter at that time gently.

"Shaohua, if all this is true, I will definitely handle it impartially, even if he is my son!"

After hearing Yang Yu's affirmation, Yang Zhanhai was filled with anger and lined up his palms on the seat beside him, making a loud noise. The green wood seat could not bear his force and collapsed.

"It is natural to kill someone to pay their lives, owing debts and pay them back. I will use his blood to pay tribute to Qing'er!"

Yang Shaohua's eyes were all colored, blood-red, and his face was cold and he said to Yang Zhanhai in front of him.

"Yeah, isn't this our waste young master? Why did he come back? He suddenly left? He really killed our Yang family!"

However, as soon as Yang Shaohua's voice fell, a sarcastic voice came in from outside. Then Yang Bin walked in with a little drunken smell, glanced around and said indifferently.

boom……

However, before he could finish his words, a stinging sensation came from his abdomen, and then he flew out several meters away, hitting the pillar, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"You trash dares to hit me!"

Yang Bin climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The kick just now was very heavy for him, causing his internal organs to surging. He got up and wanted to kill Yang Shaohua again.

"A bad beast!"

However, before he could walk far away, he heard a crisp sound, and then he felt a burning pain on his face. Five blood-red palm prints appeared on his face, and his whole body was overturned to the ground again. Yang Shaohua saw that there was no change in his face and no expression.

"Father, you actually hit me for this waste?"

Yang Bin's body was cold, he covered his face with his hands, and looked at Yang Zhanhai in front of him incredibly.

"It's your mother who spoiled you. If Shaohua is a waste, what would you be?"

Hearing Yang Bin's words, the old men around him shook their heads, especially the most superior old man, and Yang Zhanhai looked at this unfilial son with anger on his face.

"He was a waste, and even his meridians were destroyed. That was not a waste, what if he was not a waste!"

Yang Bin was immediately angry by Yang Zhanhai's words and shouted.

"How do you know that my meridians have been destroyed?"

Yang Shaohua's sound as if he had just crawled out of hell suddenly rang out silently, which made Yang Bin stunned. Then he looked around and felt something wrong. Only then did he feel something wrong.

"I also heard from the servants!" Yang Bin said with a slight twitching corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll let you see what happened and the meridians were destroyed!"

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yang Shaohua's mouth, and the hatchet in his hand was raised, and an invisible aura burst out, which made Yang Bin's body stunned, as if he fell into an ice cellar and could not move, allowing the other party's hatchet to be cut off.

"Father saves me!"

Yang Bin's body trembled, and felt a great sense of fear. He flew backwards with difficulty, but he couldn't move a few steps, and all the roads were shrouded in the other party's murderous intent.

"How come you are fine? This is impossible!"

However, what surprised him was that Yang Shaohua had no damage at all. From the momentum, this was simply damaged by the meridians. He wanted to hit him here and said something bad in his heart. He swung the folding fan in his hand and responded directly to Yang Shaohua.

Ding stroll...

When the knife fans collided, they immediately made a sound of metal collision, sparks splashing everywhere and spreading around. Then a crack sound was heard. A crack appeared in the middle of the Vajra fan. Then, the whole fan was shaken out by this powerful force, knocking open the doors and windows not far away, and falling on the steps outside. However, when Yang Shaohua flew out, he also moved, and the hatchet in his hand kept dancing, heading straight for Yang Bin's head.

"Stop it! Yang Bin has also received the punishment he deserves!"

Just when Yang Bin completely gave up, Yang Zhanhai suddenly appeared in front of him and intercepted Yang Shaohua's attack with a wave.

Yang Shaohua only felt his body tremble, and an invisible force dissolved his attack, and he slowly stopped after several steps backwards.

"Is this what the head of the Yang family did?"

Yang Shaohua said with a cold face, and his eyes moved from Yang Bin to Yang Zhanhai.

"Okay, Shaohua, although Qing'er fell off the cliff, it doesn't mean she is dead. Let's send some people to look for it under the cliff, maybe that girl is fine!"

However, just when the two were in a stalemate, the voice of moving to old age sounded silently. This was the Great Elder, the old man sitting on the rostrum that day, and even the strongest man in Qingyang Town now. No one can compete with him. This is also the reason why the four major families in Qingyang Town have always balanced, because of the existence of this old man.

"What, Qing'er is dead? This is impossible. I just let them break your meridians. I didn't want to hurt Qing'er. This is impossible!"

Hearing the words of the Great Elder, Yang Bin was in a mess. He didn't expect that things would develop to this point and were completely out of control. He also instantly understood why so many things happened as soon as he came back.

"You rebellious son, keep me in a close face for half a year!"

Hearing Yang Bin's words, Yang Tianhai was immediately angry and came in. He shouted loudly and two people came in outside to take him out.

Looking at Yang Bin who was taken out, Yang Shaohua had no expression on his face. He looked at the people around him and turned around.

"My dear nephew, where are you going?!"

Looking at Yang Shaohua leaving, Yang Tianhai shouted hurriedly.

"There is nothing here that I am nostalgic for!"

Yang Shaohua replied lightly.

"This is your home, where else do you want to go?"

When Yang Zhanhai heard Yang Shaohua's words, he was stunned and tried his best to keep it. He said, "You must know that Yang Shaohua's current qualifications are top-notch in Qingyang Town, even surpassing everyone else. He is even invincible on the road. He can directly reach the ninth level from the third level to the ninth level within a year, and cultivate the power of martial souls into color. This is not something that ordinary people can do. You must know that some people may not necessarily cultivate the power of martial souls into color even if they reach the ninth level.

However, Yang Shaohua actually broke through to the ninth level in just one year and also cultivated the color of martial souls. This is enough to show that as long as he is given a period of time, it is only a matter of time to awaken. It may be two months a year, and by then the Yang family will become one more warrior.

"This place is no longer my home. Since my mother died, it is no longer my destination. For me, it is just a place of residence. Even Qing'er has died, so there is no nostalgia here!"

Yang Shaohua looked at the sky outside and took a deep breath, leaving without looking back.

Yang Zhanhai was stunned by Yang Shaohua's words, and then he was speechless. He knew the best about how he came through the past five years, but he did not interfere much. Unexpectedly, it was because of this that Yang Shaohua was disappointed, especially this matter.

"Let him go. This small Qingyang Town cannot hold his footsteps at all. I hope he will not be too hostile to the Yang family in the future. Our Yang family owe him too much!" The elder sighed, looked at the left back, stood up slowly, walked outside, looked at the departure of the elder and other old men looking at each other, looked at Yang Zhanhai, shook his head helplessly, and left one after another.

Yang Shaohua came out of Yang's mansion, looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath, carried the longbow and guessed it on his back, bought some wine and some things, and walked out of the town on the snow.

After he left, a beautiful figure slowly walked out. This was no one else but Yang Jing. She stared at the boy leaving, with a thoughtful look on her face, and she shook her head randomly and walked up to her.

"There is still a stop between you and me that is not over!"

As soon as he stepped onto Qinglong Mountain, a figure slowly walked down from the mountain and looked at Yang Shaohua in front of him and said.

"You have won!"

Yang Shaohua raised his head lightly, with no trace of light in his eyes, as if he was dead, and he penetrated him.

"Not fighting with you is always my biggest regret in my life, and now you are not worthy of being my opponent. Ten days later will be the Qingyang Summit, I hope you will attend!" Zhao Ning glanced at him faintly, held the long sword in his arms, and walked down the mountain.

Yang Shaohua seemed to have not heard the other person's words, strolled in the snow. Not long after, he came to the place where Yang Qing had an accident, raised the wine jar in his hand and sat cross-legged there...

On Qinglong Mountain, are there melodious sounds of flutes coming from the sounds that penetrate the dense forests and float around through the snow. Occasionally, one or two beasts pass by and listen carefully, is it because Tchai Fu stopped to relieve the feeling of depression in his heart?

"How long has it been, he hasn't recovered from that sadness!"

A young man at the bottom of Qinglong Mountain said lightly as he looked at the direction of Qinglong Mountain cliff.

"It's been almost a month. Alas, he missed the last summit!"

A woman walked out slowly, her eyes full of melancholy. Then she shook her head helplessly and said softly at the sky with a slightly white cloud.

"He is my opponent. I hope he won't be decadent, otherwise he really doesn't deserve the word "warrior"!"

The person who came was none other than Zhao Ning and Li Yufei. Zhao Ning held a long sword in his arms, with no expression on his face, as if everything in time had nothing to do with him, but he could never leave the long sword in his hand, as if it was his life.

"I believe he will come back, but why did you postpone the summit? Logically speaking, this is a bit unruly!"

Li Yufei asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Rules are dead, people live, so let's go. I'm waiting for him for a while. If he still does this, then I should leave!"

Zhao Ning held the long sword and turned around and disappeared into the snowy world.

Looking at Zhao Ning who had disappeared, Li Yufei also showed helplessness. She turned around and looked at that direction, and walked slowly down the mountain.

Yang Mansion...

"Brother Yang Yu, what's going on with Brother Shaohua now?"

Yang Jing brought the tea for a generation and put it in front of Yang Yu, and asked with concern.

"The situation is not so good. If you live with alcohol, I don't think it will last long!"

Yang Yu gently picked up the teacup, drank it suddenly, and glanced at Yang Jing indifferently and said, feeling helpless. The family had sent a large group of people, but none of them found Yang Qing's body.

"No, I'm going to find him!"

Hearing Yang Yu's words, Yang Jing shook his palm, snatched the door and ran towards Qinglong Mountain.

The cold wind blew, blowing the boy's clothes up, constantly rippling in the air, a bit of biting coldness penetrated into the body along the skin, making the boy tremble, and then picked up the wine jar beside him and snuffed.

Not long after, there were rustling sounds at the foot of the mountain, and a beautiful figure ran up from the foot of the mountain. It was neither someone else nor Yang Jing.
Chapter completed!