"What is he doing" "I must have seen it wrong" "Tell me, I'm not dreaming" In the eyes of each domestic slave, confusion first appeared, then gradually turned into fear, then into disbelief.
"How is it possible that he actually chopped off Yang Junhuan's feet?"
Yang Wei thought.
Yang Chuyu's face instantly became uglier than death.
Before he came over this time, he was called over by the clan leader and had a private talk alone.
The patriarch's meaning is very simple.
It is absolutely impossible for the Yang family to agree to any of the conditions of the man in Qingfeng City who robbed the Yang family.
However, the clan leader also ordered Yang Chuyu to talk to the man in the hat to find out the details of the other party.
But who would have thought that this man in a bamboo hat would be so straightforward.
He just said a word and immediately cut off Yang Junhuan's feet after knowing that the Yang family did not bring the ransom as he requested.
Although he cut off the opponent's feet, Qin Yi also understood that for a big family like the Yang family, it was normal for the family to have a panacea that could reconnect the severed limbs.
Therefore, Qin Yi did not stop and threw Yang Junhuan's foot into the Tiantian Tomb, where it was instantly refined.
Yang Chuyu and others naturally couldn't see the Tiantian Tomb.
They just saw that Qin Yi turned his wrist and Yang Junhuan's foot disappeared.
Although they didn't know where the broken foot went, anyone who was not a fool would understand that this foot was absolutely You won't get it back.
"You are bold" After a brief moment of confusion, Yang Chuyu's face was full of anger, and the muscles on his cheeks were twisted.
He looked like an angry lion: "Our Yang family has no grudge against you, but you would do this to an innocent person.
"Poisonous Hand" "I've made conditions, but you don't follow them.
Is it still my fault?"
Qin Yi sneered, and the edge of the Chili Sword in his hand swayed back and forth at Yang Junhuan's crotch intentionally or unintentionally, "At that time, this Yang Junhuan was...
If I hadn't provoked him, he would have taken me back and tortured me.
If I hadn't been a bit capable, I would have been unable to survive or die.
If you say that, I have to ask you, what grudges do you have between me and the Yang family, and you actually want to do this to an innocent person like me?"
After the words fell, Qin Yi flicked his wrist again.
"No" Yang Chuyu reacted instantly and yelled hastily.
But his speed was still half a beat slower, and even if he shouted out in time, Qin Yi would not stop his movements.
The Chili Sword flashed again, and this time it was Yang Junhuan's entire leg that was severed.
Blood gushes out from the wound on Yang Junhuan's leg, and a look of pain appears on the unconscious Yang Junhuan's face.
Just like last time, Yang Junhuan's broken leg was stuffed into the Tiantian Tomb by Qin Yi and was completely refined in an instant.
"You're dead!"
Yang Chuyu shouted, and his body moved like a cannonball, sending ripples in the air around him.
He knew very well that now he could only deal with the man in the hat if he captured him or killed him on the spot.
Otherwise, even if today's matter is completely screwed up, Yang Chuyu's status in the Yang family will be far less than it is today.
"The Fourth Transformation of the Divine God" Qin Yi snorted coldly, with a disdainful tone that even a fool could hear.
"Spouting arrogant words" Yang Chuyu's face was full of ferocity, pressing the air.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qin Yi, and slapped Qin Yi's head with one hand like an iron palm.
Woo woo woo The air above Qin Yi's head was compressed continuously, bursting into roars, and the air was distorted.
At a glance, it looked like water waves.
Facing Yang Chuyu, Qin Yi did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed Yang Chuyu's head with his spiritual attack.
The spiritual thoughts of the cultivators of the Fourth Transformation of the Gods were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Qin Yi.
Seeing that Qin Yi didn't dodge, Yang Chuyu was still secretly happy.
The next moment, he felt as if his head was being pricked by needles.
He lost consciousness in an instant.
His eyes went dark, and his momentum was like a torrent of river water, which was completely released in an instant.
The body was like a big cloth bag and fell straight to the ground face down.
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Yang Wei and others in the distance didn't even have time to react at this time.
When they saw Qin Yi stepping on Yang Chuyu's back and looking up at them, their faces were filled with panic.
Yang Chuyu, who was in the Fourth Transformation of the Gods, was inexplicably knocked to the ground in that situation.
What else could they do?
Yang Wei's hands and feet were cold.
At this time, he went from being the first to have Qin Yi's idea to being completely frightened and helpless.
Those domestic slaves could run away, and at most they would be punished when they returned, but he couldn't.
The one who fell into the hands of the other party now was his own father.
"I, I will kill you" Yang Wei roared, emboldening himself, and like his arms, a spear flashing like crystal appeared in his hand.
"The dragon goes out to sea" With a continuous roar, the spear in Yang Wei's hand rolled up with billowing air, turned into a long dragon, opened its mouth and roared, and rushed towards Qin Yi.
The surrounding ground roared, trembled up and down, and cracked.
"Too bad."
Qin Yi curled his lips and punched him without even lifting his sword.
Boom bang The fist wind completely suppressed the spear light in an instant, and the vitality dragon that Yang Wei thrust out was immediately beaten to ashes by Qin Yi.
When the spear in his hand touched Qin Yi's fist, it was directly hit by the Skyfire Arm Armor.
It broke into pieces and exploded in the air.
Countless fragments suddenly smashed Yang Wei's palms and arms into sieves.
Blood shot out like raindrops, exploding in mid-air and splattering everywhere.
The severe pain was almost beyond description in words.
Yang Wei's face turned as red as pig liver in the blink of an eye, and the veins on his face and neck were exposed, like wriggling earthworms.
A burst of gas rose from his lower abdomen, inflating his lungs, and turned into a heart-rending scream, spurting out of his throat, but at this moment, he saw Qin Yi's eyes.
The next moment, a strong force hit his brain hard.
In an instant, Yang Wei even felt like he heard the sound of his brain being shattered into tofu, but he had no way to verify whether this was the case.
As soon as his vision went dark, he completely lost consciousness and fainted.
In front of Qin Yi, Yang Chuyu, a fourth-level god, and Yang Wei, a second-level god, were not even as strong as a chicken.
The remaining house slaves were so frightened that they peed their pants.
Qin Yi looked at them coldly.
"You must often act as an aid to others.
I heard that the Yang family has a very bad reputation in Qingfeng City."
While Qin Yi spoke, he took out the Chili Sword in his hand
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