Burst! Two palms slapped out, Yang Hong opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood, his body shook and sat down, and his spirit immediately withered.

At this moment, a burly old man walked in at the door of the void, this old man looked like a lion's nose, and his back was straight when he walked, when he saw Yang Hong in the room who was shriveled on the ground, the bitter expression on his face flashed, he was the real head of the Diancang Sect, Yang Ligong, recognized as the peak martial artist of the Heavenly Realm by the major ancient martial arts sects in China.

At the same time, Yang Ligong is also Yang Hong's father, Yang Fan's own grandfather, and now he is here to persuade his son, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and the pain is self-evident.

"Hong'er, why are you doing this......" Yang Ligong looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and his heart ached inexplicably. If it weren't for a big man in the capital who sent a message to warn him in time, he was afraid that he would have mobilized the martial artists to kill the martial spirit base, and the big man asked the warriors of the Cang faction to wait patiently for twenty-eight days, and after the election of the chairman of Huaxia, he would naturally return the Cang faction to justice.

Yang Fan died, but he died in a fair competition that signed a life and death certificate, and there were people from the Holy Martial Arts Hall to testify, calm down and think that bringing everyone to Beijing at this time is tantamount to a moth to a fire, Yang Ligong really broke out in a cold sweat.

Yang Hong stared blankly at the hole in the wall, as if he hadn't heard his father speak at all, and muttered to himself: "Fan'er is dead, impossible, how can a Heavenly Realm martial artist die...... "Poof! Halfway through his words, another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his stiff body fell on his back.

Yang Ligong's eyes were quick, and the sleeves of his robe were stretched to support his son's body, only to see Yang Hong's steel teeth clenched, and he was already unconscious.

"Huaxia martial soul Xu Qing, I, Yang Ligong, will not crush your bones and swear not to be a ......" Yang Ligong screamed sadly, hugged his son's limp body and rushed to the door.

Dongjiang Airport is the largest international airport in the three southeastern provinces, there are countless 'air forces' that fly to and from the airport every day, occasionally from the airport out of a few pretty uniformed flight attendants, let people's eyes light up, on and off the plane, the flight attendants from the closest to God angel to the couple wife who is about to get off the kitchen on the big bed, the face is less a professional smile, more relieved tranquility, a scene.

A pair of radiant young lovers walked out of the airport gate with the crowd holding hands, this is Xu Qing and Lu Yinxue who came back from the capital, Dongjiang City is less than a hundred kilometers away from Jiangcheng, Xu Qing chose to come here, just because this city may hide an opportunity to change his life.

Venerable Golden Pupil, is he really that paper-burning old madman? If the Eye of Perspective is really a gift from him, then he is Xu Qing's enlightenment teacher, and the questions that have been haunting his heart for a long time may be answered after finding the Venerable Golden Pupil.

Xu Qing beckoned a taxi and sat down with Lu Yinxue. The driver looked back and smiled, "Where are you going?" ”

"Golden Boy Entertainment City!" Xu Qing smiled and said the name of the place, before he left, he learned from He Shang's mouth about the stronghold of the Golden Pupil Gang, the Golden Pupil Entertainment City, a very good name, only through the Golden Pupil Gang can the whereabouts of the Golden Pupil Venerable be found.

"Okay, that place is a bit far away, I heard that it is not very peaceful these days." The driver kindly reminded him. "It's okay, let's go!" Xu Qing replied with a faint smile, and reached out to catch Lu Yinxue's soft.