The head of the family, Wang Dongxiao, is not as optimistic as him.

People are old and fine, and they have been in the society for so many years, and they have seen a lot of bullish characters.

The family is big and the business is big, and with such a big family behind, the sharpness of his youth is long gone.

Ever since he learned that Zhao Junyu was ruthless, he almost wiped out the Black Dragon Gang overnight, and then killed Wang Ming, a talented person with extraordinary abilities that surpassed ordinary people, and even he had to be polite.

He actually coaxed it a long time ago.

Some time ago, I had nightmares almost every day, just worried about which day Zhao Junyu would come to take revenge.

It wasn't until time kept passing and there was no movement that he gradually put his mind at ease.

However, the two nieces and daughters-in-law still have to come to him every few days to make trouble, and they want the family to avenge their son.

Gives him a headache.

A few days ago, another distant nephew, Wang Yiqing, came to visit relatives, this grandchild was taken away to learn martial arts since he was a child, and he has not seen him in recent years.

Wang Dongxiao was surprised, and after asking a few times, he learned that Wang Yiqing had actually entered Wang Ming's mysterious sect earlier.

I learned an extraordinary skill.

Wang Yiqing heard what happened to his two cousins, and he wanted to avenge his cousins without saying a word, at first, Wang Dongxiao refused, but under the continuous crying of the two nieces and daughters-in-law, and then saw the tragic situation of the two nephews, he was still shaken.

"Third grandfather, Brother Qing, you must not spare this kid, I will not let him go even if I am a ghost!" Wang Pengfei sat in a wheelchair, shaking in and staring at blood-red eyes, he had been

Wang Ling had already been sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.

"Third Grandpa, this person despises our Wang family so much, he must let him die without a place to die!" Wang Yiqing said coldly.

"You just wait for the good news today. Wang Yiqing is confident.

"The head of the house, young man, something is wrong!" With a bang, the door of the living room was slammed open, and the subordinate Wang Erhu rushed in without a head, with endless fear and disbelief on his face.

"What's wrong? yelling, panicking. Wang Yiqing frowned.

Wang Dongxiao had a premonition that something was wrong, his heart began to beat rapidly, and cold sweat broke out frequently.

"It's dead, it's all dead!" Wang Erhu was out of breath.

"Who's dead?" said Wang Yiqing.

"Qingshao, the few foreigner killers you invited are all dead, it's so miserable!" Wang Erhu looked like he had seen a ghost.

Wang Yiqing was stunned, his face was incredible, so fast?

"Where's that kid? Is he seriously injured?"

"Qingshao, you can't believe it, just a few minutes, it's all dead, that kid has nothing to do!" Wang Erhu cried with a sad face.

Wang Dongxiao's face turned pale suddenly, "Quick, hurry up and go to the basement!"

There was a loud bang, the iron gate of the Wang family's compound was kicked away, and Zhao Junyu slowly walked in from the outside.

"It turned out to be you. Zhao Junyu frowned, and saw Wang Pengfei, who was so frightened.

Oh, in fact, Zhao Junyu hasn't troubled the Wang family for more than two months, not because he is benevolent, but because he really forgot about it.

Received one beautiful woman after another, and it was both money and cultivation, and I forgot about this stubble.

This kind of ant-like character, as long as he doesn't provoke him anymore, it is estimated that he will not be able to remember.

It's a pity that Zhao Junyu sighed, why do you always want to die?

In the hall, Wang Dongxiao and Wang Yiqing, looking at Zhao Junyu who Shi Shiran walked in, took a deep breath, I can't be good today.

"What do you want?" After all, Wang Dongxiao is the head of a big family, and he calmed down when the crisis really came.

"What do I think? Zhao Junyu punched casually, and with a bang, a big hole was punched in the wall of the hall, and lime dust was scattered.

Sent someone to kill Lao Tzu, and asked what he wanted, Zhao Junyu shook his head.

Hula, Wang Dongxiao waved his hand, and suddenly more than a dozen people in black suits and more than a dozen shiny pistols rushed in from outside, aiming at Zhao Junyu.

"If you retreat now, our grievances will be written off. Wang Dongxiao said in a deep voice.

"I see that you old man has taken the wrong medicine!" Zhao Junyu snorted coldly, and as soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly disappeared!

"Shoot, shoot!" Wang Dongxiao immediately shouted.

Bang bang

The smoke was filled, but the figure on the other side was nowhere to be seen.

"It's the same number again, it's not interesting. A faint smile rang out from everyone's ears.

The dozens of high-speed bullets fell to the ground crackling as if they were stuck in the mud.

Wang Dongxiao, Wang Pengfei and others, now seeing the string of bullets crackling and falling to the ground with their own eyes, were so shocked that they even stood up.

"This kid, can he block bullets?

"That's all you can do? It seems that you are much worse than those three dead ghosts and foreigners. "Zhao Junyu is a little bored.

Shaking his head in disappointment, with one hand, a great suction force came, and more than a dozen pistols flew out of the hands of the black suits in an instant, as if they were sucked by a big suction cup and stacked on Zhao Junyu's hands, and then his hands just swirled like this, and they all turned into a ball of scrap metal.

Zhao Junyu threw away the scrap metal, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, bang, the sound of broken bones and screams filled the entire hall.

The severed limbs and severed hands kept flying.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black-clothed bodyguards of the Wang family have all died, and all of them are extremely miserable.

Wang Pengfei, who was in a wheelchair, had already turned pale with fright, and the resentment on his face was gone, replaced by a thick fear.

Wang Dongxiao was already remorseful to death at this time, a sense of fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow hit his heart, he took a deep breath, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a viper-like sword qi suddenly flew up and stabbed at Zhao Junyu's back at a strange angle.

As fast as lightning, Sen Han's sword qi seemed to be about to cut the air!

Zhao Junyu turned around with a punch, snorted, fists and swords intersected, the sound was like defeating Ge, and a figure flew out upside down.

Wang Yiqing was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, looking at Zhao Junyu in disbelief, and the soft sword in his hand kept trembling.

"Intermediate Sword Technique!" Zhao Junyu frowned, although this person's strength was not good and his true qi was scattered, this kind of strange sword technique could be regarded as a mid-level sword technique in the cultivation realm.

This person's cultivation is about the tenth level of Qi refining in the cultivation realm, and his strength is already very extraordinary on the earth.

"How can it be so strong? I am already a quasi-ground-level martial artist, and there are few opponents in the world, is this person a ground-level martial artist? But there doesn't seem to be this person in the major sects, could it be one of those few ground-level scattered martial artists whose whereabouts are uncertain?"

"Impossible, impossible to be so young!" Wang Yiqing showed a hint of panic on his face.

If he knew that Zhao Junyu took his sword and only suppressed his strength in the early stage of foundation building, I am afraid that he would be even more frightened.

"Honorable driver, if you retreat now, our Bamboo Sword Sect can not be blamed for the past, and the grievances will be written off from now on. Wang Yiqing took a deep breath.

"I see, you've eaten too much. Zhao Junyu sneered.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)