Yang Jing''s fist hammered Yang Xuan''s neck with great strength. If it was Yang Xuan before, it would be the end of his neck fracture. But now, Yang Xuan, who has stepped into the third layer of Qi refining, has a reaction speed comparable to ordinary people. He just stepped back slightly and avoided the incoming fist.

    With this retreat, the wind was light and the clouds were light. Yang Jing''s huge fist suddenly failed and flew past Yang Xuan''s face. The vigorous wind aroused his skirt to hunt.

    A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Jing''s eyes, but he was not flustered. After his right fist failed, he turned his left arm into an elbow, and the strength of the earth system surged out, hitting Yang Xuan''s chest and abdomen. It''s the killing move in the stone fist - shaking the arm and hitting the elbow.

    Yang Xuan retreated again, understated the killing move, and said, "how did my father die?"

    Yang Jing was shocked and angry. Don''t underestimate this kind of shaking arms and elbows. He has been immersed in gravel fist for many years and has defeated countless enemies with this kind of fist.

    At the moment, he pushed with his inner strength on the sixth floor, which was even more fierce. But Yang Xuan dodged when he stepped back, which made him surprised and angry.

    According to his original intention, Yang Xuan had not reached the level of internal strength a few months ago. Even if he was able to cultivate internal strength martial arts for unknown reasons, he would not be clever. He could defeat Niu Yuan. It should be because Niu Yuan despised the enemy. It''s not easy to catch him with his cultivation of six layers of internal strength.

    But at the moment, Yang Xuan looked calm, understated and light, far beyond his imagination.

    How could he have thought that Yang Xuan''s body was moistened and transformed by the aura of heaven and earth all the time. His reaction and agility had already reached an incredible level.

    "I''ll tell you when you die!" Yang Jing was angry and looked ferocious!

    In her anger, Yang Jing didn''t stop, but the stone fist gushed out. Suddenly, the strong wind overflowed, such as the passage of the strong wind. The bamboo around three feet was suddenly broken by the overflowing internal force. For a time, the branches and leaves scattered, and the momentum was not different for a moment.

    Yang Jing was secretly proud.

    Although this set of stone fist is only an intermediate combat skill, he has been aggressive in this set of fist technique for many years, has made countless hard efforts, and has been instructed by the elder. Its power is far better than that of ordinary intermediate combat skills.

    However, what made him more and more frightened was that this set of stone fist was almost finished, but he couldn''t even touch the corners of Yang Xuan''s clothes.

    At this moment, he finally had a panic in his heart.

    Yang Xuan could have killed him directly. He only wanted to get the cause of his father''s death from him.

    At this moment, seeing nothing to ask, he finally lost his patience and blinked between his eyes.

    In that case, he took Yang Jing''s life.

    The faint golden light flashed, and Yang Jing''s action stopped suddenly. He stared in surprise. His eyes were full of incredible look. It seemed that he didn''t believe that he died here easily.

    "What... Is this... Martial arts?" Yang Jing asked laboriously, with a prayer in her eyes.

    "Golden Moon cut!" Yang Xuan looked at him faintly, as if looking at an mole ant. His voice was slight, as if it came from the horizon.

    "The golden moon cut, so... Like... This!" the light in Yang Jing''s eyes slowly faded down. The next moment, his body suddenly fell apart, and a large amount of blood poured out from the smooth incision, like a pile of rotten meat on the ground.

    And his eyes, but still wide open, refused to close! It is full of too many questions and too many regrets.

    Yang Jing is dead!

    Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Xuan was calm in his heart. After six Golden Moon cuts were issued in an instant, he foresaw the scene in front of him.

    His eyes were cold, like a killer who had experienced life and death.

    The pungent smell of blood floated over, disgusting.

    But Yang Xuan didn''t feel it at all. He just looked at the pile of rotten meat quietly. Although a moment ago, the pile of rotten meat was still a living person. His indifference, as engraved in his bones, was born.

    He was thinking about his father''s death.

    Everyone thinks that a child of several years old should not know anything.

    But who would know that in that young body is a soul in his twenties who grew up in an orphanage?

    Family affection is what he lacked in his previous life.

    So in this life, he will pay more attention to his family than anything.

    His father''s death dealt him a great blow.

    However, he was playing a child who could do nothing, a child who was not told the cause of his father''s death, a child who could not even show excessive sadness.

    Today, although he didn''t know the real cause of his father''s death from Yang Jing, he didn''t get nothing. At least, he knew that his father died in war.

    The bamboo forest was silent, only the sound of the wind passing through the bamboo leaves and the strong smell of blood.

    "Come out!" Yang Xuan suddenly said.

    After a moment of silence, a figure stumbled out. Before he ran to Yang Xuan, his legs softened and knelt on the ground, so he couldn''t get up again.

    This man is Wang Wu!

    At the moment, his face was white and full of fear. His body swayed because of excessive fear, and there was a cluck between his teeth.

    Yang Xuan slowly turned around, looked at him and said, "you see? Why don''t you run?"

    Wang Wu''s body swayed violently and his teeth clucked. He just looked at Yang Xuan in fear and couldn''t say anything.

    Yang Xuan looked cold and said faintly, "I don''t like people not answering my questions!"

    Wang Wu trembled violently and almost fell to the ground. He tried to tremble and said, "I... i... legs... Legs..." here, but he couldn''t say any more.

    A smell came. It turned out that Wang Wu had been scared out of excrement and urine and incontinence.

    Yang xuanmei frowned, looked at Wang Wuyi, then turned and left. A faint voice floated in the bamboo forest, "bury Yang Jing here and come to me tomorrow!"

    A great joy surrounded Wang Wu in an instant. He knew that his little life was finally saved, and a sense of happiness came naturally. He just inadvertently saw Yang Jing like a pile of rotten meat again - if it was still Yang Jing - he couldn''t help shivering all over.

    Since then, this scene has been deeply imprinted in his mind and can no longer be erased.

    It was night. Yang Xuan sat quietly on the wooden chair in the room. Today, he was never as calm as the surface. He needed to be quiet in order to think about the road he should take.

    The first is the death of my father, which must be found out.

    According to the news revealed from Yang Jing''s mouth, his father died in the war. This is a clue and the only clue Yang Xuan knows at the moment.

    So, how did father die in the war? Who killed him? Why did he fight? Why is everyone silent?

    These problems have become doubts that Pan Heng has been in Yang Xuan''s heart for a long time.

    Mother should know the reason, but she is unwilling to tell herself.

    So, does uncle Liu know? Do the elders in the family know? Does the owner know? These questions formed a huge mystery, which coiled around Yang Xuan''s heart.

    Secondly, today''s events.

    Yang Jing is different from Niu Yuan. When Niu Yuan dies, he dies. As long as Yang Jing doesn''t say anything, no one cares.

    But Yang Jing is different. He is the manager of the Yang family. Now he is inexplicably missing. Someone will investigate this matter. So can you find yourself? Will Wang Wu snitch? Does Chen er know about it?

    Yang Xuan slowly sorted out his ideas.

    Wang Wu is timid and afraid of death, but it is precisely because of this that he should not report after witnessing Yang Jing''s death. So does Chen Erzhi know about it? Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and gently knocked on the handrail.

    For a long time, his eyes suddenly frozen, as if he had made a decision.

    Whether Chen Er knows it or not, he must die. And must die tonight.

    When he made up his mind, Yang Xuanli immediately changed into a black dress, tore off a corner of the skirt and covered his face. Then he listened. After a hard day''s work, his mother had fallen asleep.

    He jumped out of the window and climbed over the wall. Yang Xuan touched Chen er''s residence like a civet cat.

    At this moment, he was very grateful for the changes brought to him by the aura of heaven and earth. The body transformed by the aura became light and agile.

    After a while, he came to Chen er''s residence, but now he made a mistake.

    Chen Eryi did not live here, but there were ten people living together, all servants like Chen Eryi. How can we get rid of Chen er without disturbing others?

    Suddenly, a voice came, and his eyes flashed and quickly hid in the darkness.

    The door squeaked and a man came out, stood aside and began to put water.

    Yang Xuan couldn''t help but rejoice when he saw it in the moonlight. It was Chen er. It''s really sleepy. Someone sent a pillow.

    After Chen Er released the water, he just tied his belt. Yang Xuan came forward gently. Without Chen er''s reaction, he reached out and pinched his throat gently. With a crisp bang, Chen er''s throat was already broken.

    Chen Er opened his eyes and wanted to shout, but his throat only made a gurgling sound. He tried to see the dark shadow in front of him, but he couldn''t see it clearly.

    Life quickly left him. Finally, with his eyes lax, he swallowed his last breath and became a confused ghost until his death.

    Yang Xuan gently lifted Chen er''s body and left quickly.

    A moment later, Yang Xuan appeared in the bamboo forest at the foot of the back mountain with Chen er''s body. As far as his eyes could see, Yang Jing''s body had long disappeared, and even blood could not be seen. The signs of fighting around him were also covered up to a certain extent. It was difficult to find clues without looking carefully.

    It can be seen from this that Wang Wu is also a careful man.

    After burying Chen ER and erasing the traces left behind, Yang Xuan hurried home, still jumped into the room from the window, gently closed the window page, listened again, and his mother next door was still asleep.

    He carefully recalled the story again and confirmed that there was no trace left. Then he changed his clothes, sat cross legged on the bed and began his homework every night.

    The next day, when it was slightly bright, Yang Xuan got up, picked up the bucket and opened the courtyard door, but he was stunned. He saw Wang Wuzheng standing in front of the door, arms around, bent and pacing.

    When he saw Yang Xuan open the door, he hurried forward, knelt down in front of Yang Xuan and said in a trembling voice: "little thank you for not killing the 12th young master!"

    Yang Xuan looked back. His mother didn''t get up, so he whispered, "get up!"

    Wang Wu didn''t dare to disobey. He stood up and secretly looked at Yang Xuan''s expression, but he found that Yang Xuan looked indifferent, happy and sad. He couldn''t help thinking of the pile of rotten meat. His body suddenly beat a spirit, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "young master, I''ve put four as you ordered..."

    Yang Xuan waved his hand and interrupted him. As he went out, he whispered, "I''ve seen it. You''ve done well! Don''t mention it again!"

    Wang Wu hurriedly replied that he was very frightened. He was thankful that he buried Yang Jing last night and covered up the trace.

    But I never thought that Yang Xuan was checking in the dark. When I thought of Yang Xuan''s means, I was more in awe.

    Yang Xuan walked in front. Wang Wu quickly took the bucket from Yang Xuan and followed Yang Xuan.

    Yang Xuan did not object. After walking for a while, he suddenly said, "Chen Er is your friend?"

    Wang Wu hurriedly said, "I''m not a friend, but I used to follow......" after a pause, I secretly looked at Yang Xuan, but I saw only one back, so I had to mumble: "follow Niu Yuan!"

    Yang Xuan gave a light, noncommittal voice.

    After walking for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Wang Wu faintly and said, "Chen Er is dead!"

    Wang Wu shook his head and said, "Chen Er is not dead. He was still alive yesterday..." before he finished, he suddenly reacted. There was a great fear in his eyes. He knelt down in front of Yang Xuan, kowtowed and said in a trembling voice: "young master, spare your life, young master, spare your life!"

    Yang Xuan looked around and no one passed by. A faint killing suddenly appeared. He stared at Wang Wu and said, "are you willing to follow me?"