Chapter 92 Pulling Weeping Willows

Saturday.

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Several black suv Lexus business sedans were parked in a courtyard alley, Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya, and more than a dozen bodyguards in black and black trousers stood together.

"Qi Ye came back, why did you ask us to wait for him in this kind of place?"

"Who knows?"

Wang Wenwu was holding a thick cigar, with an impatient expression on his face, if his son hadn't been injured by Zhuo Bufan, and he couldn't find anyone to take revenge, how could he stand here and wait for someone foolishly.

Just as he was talking, two men came to the entrance of the alley. The man walking in front was about fifty years old, with white hair, and wearing a black long gown with centipede buttons.

The young man behind him was about 30 years old, dressed in casual clothes, arrogant and arrogant, with the appearance of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya rushed up to meet them:

"Master Seven."

"Master Seven."

Yang Qi didn't even look at the two of them directly, but just nodded slightly, with a big gesture, Wang Wenwu was not disturbed, and just snorted softly.

"Wang Wenwu, you want me to take revenge for you. From now on, the Jinling underworld will respect me." Yang Qi glanced at him and said calmly, as if it was a matter of course.

The muscles on Wang Wenwu's face twitched violently, and he said with vacant eyes: "Qi Ye, your appetite must be too big."

"I really don't like the underworld in Jinling, but no matter how few mosquito legs are, they are still meat. How do you know how big and wonderful the world is when you live in Jinling?" Yang Qi shook his head, as if he was discussing the bustling scene of the city with a bumpkin generally.

Wang Ya hurriedly pulled Wang Wenwu and winked at him, telling him not to be impulsive.

"We'll talk about it after I finish one thing." After Yang Qi finished speaking, he took the young man behind him and strode towards a courtyard.

Wang Wenwu snorted coldly: "I've been out for a few years and come back with such a big tone, I'm not afraid to choke myself." After finishing speaking, he took his people and went along with him.

Yang Qi stopped at the door of a martial arts hall, with his hands behind his back, raised his head and glanced at the nanmu golden plaque - "Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Hall".

"Master, master, back then you said that I was wrong to pass on the position of the owner of the pavilion to my younger brother, forcing me to leave Jinling. Today I am back, and no one can take away what belongs to me." After finishing speaking, he strode away. went in.

Siheyuan, water tanks, wooden piles, and flower beds have not changed as in previous years.

Seeing such a large group of people walking in, the disciples who were practicing martial arts all stopped and looked at them curiously.

"Big brother."

"Duan Shanhe, you dare to come back."

Some people glared at the young man following Yang Qi.

Chen Min also ran out, with anger in his eyes: "Duan Shanhe, you scum, how dare you come back?"

"Junior Sister, why did you like me before, why did you get so angry with me?" Duan Shanhe said with a smile on his face.

"I was blind at the beginning." Chen Min gritted his teeth and said.

Suddenly Chen Min's eyes fell on Yang Qi, his pupils dilated: "You, why are you back?"

"Miss Min, let your father come out." Yang Qi said calmly.

"Senior brother." Chen Longhu had already come out, and he saw Yang Qi with a complex look on his face.

Yang Qi looked at Chen Longhu: "I haven't seen you for so many years, my junior is also getting old."

"Time is not forgiving, senior brother should say hello to me in advance when he comes back." Chen Longhu frowned into a word of Chuan.

Yang Qi said indifferently: "I just want to know why the master gave up the position of the owner of the museum to you."

"Back when you beat a beggar to death in order to refine the Blood Fist, the master said that you had a bad heart and were not suitable to be the owner of the pavilion." Chen Longhu said.

Yang Qi said excitedly: "My talent is higher than yours, and my martial arts are better than yours. I have a sincere heart in martial arts. In the past few years, my martial arts has improved even more. In this way, am I not qualified to be the owner of the museum?"

"Martial arts are secondary, and the key is to have the right mentality. No matter how good your martial arts are, handing over the martial arts hall to you will shame the martial arts hall." Chen Longhu said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Okay, okay." Yang Qi laughed out loud suddenly, and said with lingering eyes: "The martial arts school is no longer my goal today, but it is a knot in my heart. If you can take my trick, I will leave .”

After finishing speaking, Yang Qi walked to a willow tree surrounded by about one person, with five fingers forming a hook, as if the trunk was a block of tofu, and five fingers directly pierced through it, "Get up."

Among the terrified and shocked eyes of everyone.

I saw Yang Qi actually pulling up the weeping willow with one hand, just like Lu Zhishen, the flower monk in Water Margin.

Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya who followed behind couldn't help opening their eyes wide.

Such martial arts are beyond the scope of scientific knowledge.

"Catch it." Yang Qi was like throwing a javelin, and a one-story willow tree rushed towards Chen Longhu like an arrow.

Chen Longhu didn't dare to be careless, and hastily radiated the power of his whole body to the extreme. He used the Qilongyin golden bell cover and the whistling iron cloth shirt to resist with both hands.

When they collided together, Chen Longhu retreated quickly, two deep marks were drawn on his feet, his face changed instantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The whole person flew out directly.

"dad."

"master."

"master."

Chen Min felt rushed forward and helped Chen Longhu up, "Dad, how are you doing?"

"My qi has been broken, I'm afraid I won't be able to use martial arts in the future." Chen Longhu's face was snow-white, with bright red blood overflowing from his mouth, he should have thought that this day, Yang Qi would come back.

Chen Min's beautiful eyes were full of anger. For a warrior, losing his martial arts is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Duan Shanhe sneered and said: "My master, why is he so vulnerable, it's better to be like me who knows the current affairs, and he will have a future with his uncle."

Yang Qi shook his head and said, "Longhu, you can't even catch one of my moves now, you are too weak."

After all, he turned around and walked outside.

Sitting in the business car, Yang Qi lay on the soft backrest, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, with the posture of an outsider.

Sitting in the front row, Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya looked at each other, but neither dared to speak.

The scene just now really refreshed their worldview.

Not to mention the weight of the willow itself, even if it is the strength of the roots grabbing into the ground, at least a crane is needed to pull it up, but Yang Qi has at least a thousand catties of strength to pull it up with one hand.

With such strength, it is only a matter of time before Jinling can dominate in the future.

"Qi Ye, when are we going to seek revenge from Zhuo Bufan?" Wang Wenwu asked with a hint of caution in his tone.

With Yang Qi's strength, if he wanted to kill him like a chicken or a dog, not to mention the bodyguards around him, even with a gun, they might not be able to kill him.

"Zhuo Bufan?" Yang Qi muttered to himself, "I want to see what he can do for hurting my nephew and driving my younger brother out of Jinling."

"Don't worry, the Yulan Basin meeting will be held in a few days. At that time, I will not only kill Zhuo Bufan, but also strengthen Jinling. From now on, only one voice can be heard in Jinling." Yang Qi said lightly, There was an icy coldness in his tone.

Wang Wenwu secretly sighed in his heart, I am afraid that in a few days, Jinling City should change its surname to Yang.