He only has three sons under his knees, and the other two were already under Xiao Yang's men a thousand years ago. Now even his only son, Zhong Yupeng, is dying.

How can he swallow the deep hatred of such a white-haired man who gave him a black-haired man?

His figure suddenly rose up, and his hands swept in the void.

Whoosh swish swish swish-

Between the pavilions of the Zhong family, countless sword blades gathered towards Zhongli.

The blade circles and the sword body buzzes.

Black clouds gathered in the sky, and heavy rain fell in response to the situation.

"Xiao Yang, come on your life!"

With a loud shout, the sword blade turned and pointed at Xiao Yang in one go. In an instant, the sword blade flew out like a rainstorm pear blossom.

"This old guy has some skills!"

Xiao Yang looked calm and said with an interesting look.

His two fingers stroked his chest, and the Longquan sword flashing with cold light appeared out of thin air.

When Zhongli saw the Longquan Sword, his eyes trembled and a little panic overflowed in his eyes.

"How...how can it be..."

At this time, he suddenly realized why Zhong Yupeng and the subordinates of the Zhong family failed this time. With Xiao Yang's refined Longquan Sword, his cultivation level was no different from that of the two souls in Yuhuanshu and Huang Yuyi.

Xiao Yang held the Longquan sword in one hand and waved it down.

A sword wave that was like a terrifying wave rushed out.

The sword blades were shaken open and pierced into the ground.

The sword wind did not decay at all, but was still extremely rapid, and in an instant it had hit Zhongli's face.

Zhongli was so scared that he was out of control and his face was pale.

But I never thought that the sword energy would end suddenly and disappear.

Zhongli swallowed a mouthful of water in shock and said stutteringly: "You... why didn't you kill me?"

The Longquan Sword flew and turned into a stream of blue smoke and returned to Xiao Yang's body.

Xiao Yang consistently put his hands into the pockets of his trouser pockets, stepped forward in an instant, and said slowly: "Take the things!"

After hearing this, Zhongli fell into hesitation. He glanced at Zhong Yupeng, who had no breath in the attic, and the anger in his chest was unsatisfied. A plan appeared in his heart and his eyes swayed, "Okay... I'll get it for you now!"

After saying that, he turned around in a hurry and flew towards the attic.

Xiao Yang's eyes narrowed into two gaps, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

After a moment, Zhongli returned with a box in his hand, "This... is the Yuhuan Book and Huangyu Clothes! Now it all belongs to you!"

"oh?"

Xiao Yang quipped a joke and wondered, his eyes drooped down, he glanced at the brocade box, and then said, "Then open it for me!"

Hearing this, Zhongli's expression changed drastically, and his hand holding Jinhe couldn't help but tremble.

He would never have thought that these two magic weapons attached to the soul were right in front of Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang was not in a hurry to open them himself, but asked him to open them.

The cold sweat on Zhongli's forehead was like a fountain, and his hands were trembling even more violently.

Although the brocade box contains the jade ring book and the yellow jade suit, he moved some of his hands and feet in the brocade box, which was filled with poisonous gas. Once the trigger mechanism is opened, the poisonous gas will be sprayed out instantly, and the person who opens the brocade box will undoubtedly die.

How could Zhongli's little thought escape Xiao Yang's eyes? It was not only the abnormal behavior shown by Zhongli, but also because of this brocade box!
Chapter completed!