"Father, Fei'er has indeed obtained some important information and mastered some important clues. As long as he accomplishes this, my Ding family will definitely be able to reunite with grand occasions."

The head of the Ding family also looked a little bad. After all, he was in front of the entire family. Ding Chengyang pointed at him and scolded him like this, so how could he convince the public in the future?

Even my father wants to give him the head of the family some face.

What's more, Ding Fei was raised by him. He was already a warrior at the ninth level at this age. He was quite sensible in his work. This time he was even more ambitious and had a firm face of confidence.

As the father, he was the head of the Ding family. He mobilized some people and went with Ding Fei. In his opinion, he did not do anything wrong.

"You, you evil son!" Ding Cheng almost turned his back with his yang energy.

Ling Zhi looked at him trembling in anger, clasped his fists and teased, "Old guy, you're wrong."

"Your grandson has indeed given birth to something amazing. They are quite eye-catching and capable, and they are quite calm in their work. Don't look down on them so much. How can you still be your grandson?"

When he heard Ling Zhi suddenly praise Ding Feilai, Ding Chengyang's face naturally became even more gloomy, but the head of the Ding family became strange.

Of course, these words are very good at listening to them, and they are also very correct. Ding Chengyang is Ding Fei's biological grandfather. He always says that, as a father, is not very happy.

If Ding Chengyang hadn't suddenly broken through and become a powerful artistic conception, the Ding family wouldn't have had his point of making mistakes?

Seeing the two father and son's faces differently, Ling Zhi was speechless inexplicably.

With the enemy in front of him, these two fathers and sons are really drunk. Without thinking about it, you will know that the relationship between father and son must have been very disagreeable in the past.

Ling Zhi even suspected that if Ding Chengyang had not become a strong artistic conception, he would have been forgotten by his son long ago.

"But that's the case, but unfortunately, he's right now, but he doesn't have the ability to get something like that." Ling Zhi spoke again.

"So I'm very embarrassed. He doesn't have the qualifications and insists on greed for such things. Look how bad it is. Greedy is not enough to swallow an elephant." Ling Zhi's face was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

He saw Ding Chengyang and the head of the Ding family, and his momentum suddenly rose, "You are one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, are you, one of you, are you going to swallow my elephant, I must not provoke him?"

"Then, he hurt my friend again, which was a bit embarrassing. I was also a good boy who didn't like to cause trouble, but now I can't stand it anymore, so," Ling Zhi looked innocent and spread his hands, "So I'll come to you."

puff.

Ding Chengyang actually coughed out a mouthful of blood in anger, and his breath became a little weaker again.

The face of the head of the Ding family was also gloomy and almost dripping.

"You killed my son Ding Fei?"

"Uh..." Ling Zhi shrugged, "Otherwise you can say that he hit my sword by himself."

"Ahhhh," Ding Chengyang shouted, flying in the sky, "No one dares to despise my Ding family so much!"

Regardless of his injuries, he mobilized the spiritual power of heaven and earth, condensed into a palm, and grabbed Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi's eyes narrowed, and he quickly punched, colliding with this spiritual palm.

Ling Zhi's body bent slightly, and his spiritual palm also retreated backwards.

boom.

But Ding Chengyang was in power and slapped the big palm of his control of his spiritual power again.

He flew dozens of feet away from it, just in a place where he could control his spiritual power to attack Lingzhi, but he would not lose his power, but Lingzhi could not attack him.

After this, Ling Zhi took him several palms, but he couldn't even touch his side.

This is the most rogue, but also the best way to use when fighting a martial artist in the art of the body.

No matter how powerful you have, what can you do to me? You can't even touch my side.

Ding Chengyang's breath slowly calmed down. He stood in the air and smiled sinisterly, "How about it, do you think you can resist my soul power and your body is stronger than me, so you can defeat me?"

boom!

He gritted his teeth and slapped his spiritual palm down again.

Ling Zhi's body bent slightly.

This is a blow that condenses the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It has more spiritual power than the warrior's own body. Even if he is strong, he cannot ignore it and can only choose to resist.

As the blow continued, even with Ling Zhi's body, a wisp of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Swish!

Just when Ding Chengyang wanted to launch the next attack, Ling Zhi moved his body and took advantage of the gap to hurry towards the head of the Ding family.

"Do you think that if you hold him hostage, I will be afraid of you and cannot attack you?" Ding Chengyang stood there and sneered.

Bang.

boom.

Ling Zhi smashed the arm bones of the head of the Ding family with one punch, and grabbed his neck with one claw.

Then he picked it up.

He just raised the head of the Ding family sideways and turned to look at Ding Chengyang.

Ding Chengyang looked disdainful, "Hmph, as long as I can kill you, I will not regret paying any price. I have a second, third, and fourth son, so many that you can't imagine. If a head of the Ding family dies, I can easily support countless heads of the Ding family."

Ling Zhi could clearly sense that the head of the Ding family, who was strangled by himself and picked up, could not stop trembling.

It’s not that he is afraid, if he is afraid, he should tremble earlier.

But because of these words from Ding Chengyang.

It is very common for father and son to be in conflict, but the father does not care about his son's life and death, and he speaks so casually in front of his son that his son's life is like a dog.

No one can accept it.

Ling Zhi glanced at Ding Chengyang contemptuously, "I understand why he talked to you like that before."

"But you are too underestimating me. I, Lingzhi, never use my family relationship to threaten others, even if he is my enemy."

Click.

With Ling Zhi pinched his arm, the head of this medium-sized family died in his hands.

As he said, he suddenly took action just to exterminate some of the regeneration power of the Ding family.

"Old guy, you really don't even blink your eyes." Ling Zhi sneered, then suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Ding Chengyang.

"Go down!"

Ding Chengyang mobilized his spiritual power again, and became a giant fist and smashed it straight towards Ling Zhi.

At this moment, Ling Zhi's mouth suddenly pulled up, and a dark whip appeared in his hand.

It is the legend of the Ding family, the Soul-killing Whip.

Under this sunlight, there is a faint light.

"You're better, come down for me!" Ling Zhi roared, and the soul-killing whip in his hand slaps, and snatched Ding Chengyang from the air.
Chapter completed!