socalfunplaces Chapter 296
Chapter 296
Amidst the high-pitched complaints, Yang Jinghong fell to the ground.
He grimaced in pain, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub his dizzy head.
"Young Master Yang, are you okay?"
Suddenly, several young men from the sect came to him with concern, and ran over to help him.
"Don't come over!!"
Yang Jinghong shouted, his eyes instantly widened like bells, and his face became solemn.
He stood up on the spot and stood straight.
He stretched out his hand and brushed the golden hair upwards, shook his head casually, and pulled out his idol baggage.
"You're kidding."
"What can happen to this young master? I'm stubborn!!"
"Ah?"
The few people who came to help him stopped and opened their mouths.
Yang Jinghong said: "You shouldn't look at me, you should worry about whether the pile is okay."
One of them stretched out his finger and said worriedly: "But young master... you seem to be bleeding."
Yang Jinghong reached out to touch his face, and his hand was stained with blood.
Blanch!
Purple electricity flowed in his palm, instantly scorching the wound and blood on his face.
He raised his eyes and said lightly: "You saw it wrong."
Everyone around him opened their mouths and entered a state of confusion, and they were speechless for a while.
It was as if a series of black crows flew over his forehead.
"Crack..."
"Crack!!"
A series of shattering sounds rang out, attracting everyone's attention.
The solid iron stake actually shattered with a sound.
"How is it possible?"
Yang Sanye was surprised and said: "This is a training iron stake made of deep-sea cold iron."
"Although it is not very advanced, this kid didn't use soul power, and he smashed it with his head?"
The clan leader and a group of elders, as well as the sickly and beautiful woman in the moon-white cloak, all showed surprise in their eyes.
Stared seriously at Yang Jinghong's rustic nouveau riche golden hair.
"This..."
The young man in the clan was shocked.
Yang Jinghong was only scratched on the cheek by the iron chips splashed by the iron pile, while the hair covered with gold was intact, which was enough to show the magic.
Sect leader Yang Tingjun asked: "What's wrong with your hair?"
Yang Jinghong crossed his arms, raised his chin, and raised his eyebrows:
"Want to know?"
"Beg me!"
Yang Tingjun stared, and the lightning light of the purple lightning spear in his hand was bright:
"Rebellious son!!"
Yang Jinghong sent out his head and pointed with his finger:
"Come and stab."
"Stab here, if you stab me to death, you will have no son, and the Yang family will be extinct..."
Yang Tingjun's blood was boiling, and he pointed the gun at Yang Jinghong, trembling:
"It is said that a tiger father will not have a dog son. I have been wise all my life, how could I give birth to a thing like you!"
Yang Jinghong shrugged and said: "Why are you asking me about this? Ask your wife!"
"Crack!!"
The terrifying lightning accumulated, and the old father was in a state of rage.
I should have shot this thing at the wall back then.
The young men and women around silently stepped back to make room for this loving father and son.
"Okay, Tingjun, he's still a child, don't bother with him."
Yang Sanye played the role of a peacemaker.
Yang Jinghong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and echoed loudly: "That's right, that's right, you are a big clan leader, why do you always bother with a child."
Yang Tingjun said angrily: "Third Master, how old are you, and you are still a child?"
Yang Jinghong hid behind Yang Sanye and stubbornly retorted: "Have you ever seen a 19-year-old baby?"
Yang Tingjun reminded: "Third Master, have you forgotten that this kid secretly urinated on your brush?"
"You said that you painted sexy paintings and wrote sexy words."
The friendly Yang Sanye's face suddenly sank, and he silently made way.
Yang Jinghong shouted seriously:
"Third Grandpa, they all say that literati are poets! Can you be called a literati if you are not poetic?"
"I am helping you to achieve enlightenment."
"Thank you."
Third Grandpa Yang smiled. He had the habit of licking a brush. He raised his foot and kicked Yang Jinghong's butt hard, hitting the tip of Yang Tingjun's raised gun.
Yang Tingjun's eyes were shocked, and he quickly turned the gun head and swept it horizontally.
He pressed against Yang Jinghong's chest to help him stabilize his body.
"Okay, stop fooling around."
He glanced at King Yan and said, "Tell everyone about the situation this time. Is what Ye Tianyan said false?"
Yang Jinghong slapped his thigh and nodded, "Fake, too fake!!"
For a moment, King Yan felt full of hostility. Yang Tingjun, the five elders of the Yang family, and all the young people looked at him unkindly.
His heart beat suddenly, and he said in a panic: "Nephew, please don't play with your uncle!!"
The irritable old brother Yang Siye turned into a lightning shadow and stabbed directly with his gun.
"I knew you were just bragging, how could there be such a genius in the world."
"After harming Qiu Rong, you still want to harm our Xiruo girl, die for me!!"
The King of Yan dodged repeatedly, and was about to cry out of grievance: "Nephew, say something, say something!!""It's enough to cheat your father, don't cheat your uncle."
"What bullshit?" Yang Tingjun also waved his gun and stabbed King Yan.
"Stop fighting!!"
"Listen to me."
Yang Jinghong shouted: "My uncle is still too conservative!!!"
"He is much more awesome than he described."
"What the hell?"
Yang Siye and others stopped and stared at Yang Jinghong.
They all said they couldn't believe it.
After all, the talent of the person King Yan had mentioned before was too exaggerated.
King Yan looked down at the hole in the green dragon robe and almost cried, full of resentment. Little calf, you did it on purpose, can you stop breathing heavily when you talk!
Yang Sanye asked: "Did you see that kid has a natural spiritual pupil?"
Yang Jinghong nodded: "Yeah."
"Really?"
Everyone was surprised, knowing that natural spiritual pupils are hard to find in the world.
Yang Tingjun nodded: "Interesting."
Yang Siye's eyes were full of doubt:
"Are you sure you saw the young man Xiao Yanzi mentioned with your own eyes, and he also has twin martial spirits?"
Yang Jinghong nodded: "I'm not bragging, my eldest brother's two martial spirits, any one of them is enough to beat our sect's purple lightning Shenxiao spear."
Everyone around him stared at him, full of hostility.
Everyone regarded their own spear spirit as the best in the world, and was extremely proud. How could they accept such a comparison.
The corner of King Yan's mouth twitched. You kid is pretending to be cool, isn't this making my brother Luo hate you?
"You don't believe it?"
Yang Jinghong was beaming with joy and recounted: "You didn't see it!!"
"I mastered the first three of the seven styles of Shenxiao, and I was ahead of my eldest brother in spirit power by more than ten levels. I challenged my eldest brother to a duel. Guess what happened?"
"How many moves did that kid hold on to lose?" The curiosity of the young people was aroused.
"A mere Soul Master, being able to hold out for ten moves without being defeated by the unique skills of my Shenxiao Sect is already a natural genius."
"Yes, ten moves, no more."
The elders of the sect also nodded. Although Yang Jinghong's personality was a bit eccentric and rebellious, they still recognized his strength. Among the younger generation, he was the only one who could not beat Yang Xiruo.
Yang Jinghong raised a finger and said with great energy:
"One move, just one move!!!"
Everyone exclaimed: "You just exposed that guy with twin martial souls?"
"You are not exaggerating, right? I don't think he is that bad."
"Yeah, at least he could hold out for a few more moves."
Yang Tingjun and others also felt that Yang Jinghong was exaggerating.
"Ahem."
Yang Jinghong said: "My eldest brother, he just used one slap!"
"One slap, he slapped me away, and even knocked the gun out of my hand."
"???"
Everyone's expressions suddenly became extremely exciting, and they felt that the matter was too outrageous.
"I'm Zhuo!"
"It's fake."
"Stop it, did you slap Young Master Yang and send him flying?"
"Young Master Yang always likes to show off, he shouldn't be so self-deprecating."
Yang Jinghong got emotional: "What Shenxiao Seven Styles, he was ahead by so many levels and still let this young master get beaten."
"Don't even a dog learn it!"
"Tui!!"
Instantly, a pair of murderous eyes gathered, including that of the sickly and graceful woman.
Yang Jinghong shivered.
With a skilled sliding tackle, he "slipped" in front of the sickly woman and said, "Sister, I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now."
"Calm down!!"
Yang Xiruo's delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity, and her voice was as gentle as a spring:
"He..."
"Is he really as powerful as you say?"
"Sister, I'm not exaggerating." Yang Jinghong said seriously, "Brother just made a common attack and I was kneeled down. What do you think his strength is?"
"What?"
"Soul Master raised his hand and killed you, a level 47 Soul Sect, in seconds? Or a Soul Sect that has mastered the Seven Styles of Divine Sky?"
The elders were all moved and couldn't hold back.
As for the younger generation, they couldn't believe that there was such a terrifying existence in the world. They were convinced by Yang Jinghong's strength.
Yang Jinghong put three fingers together, pointed to the sky and swore: "If what I said just now is false, my father will be struck by lightning!!"
Yang Tingjun "had the killing intention": "Evil beast, you better not lie."
Yang Xiruo said softly: "Dad, although the facts are unbelievable, Jinghong will definitely not lie to me."
For a moment, the sect was silent, staring at Yang Jinghong, trying to find any signs of lies.
Yang Sanye asked: "Jinghong, Yanzi said that the boy has two thousand-year soul rings, is this true?"
Yang Jinghong shook his head.
Everyone was relieved inexplicably. If it was a twin martial soul plus a sky pupil, and a super-limit soul ring, it would be too terrifying.
Who would have thought that Yang Jinghong's words would make their hearts beat wildly.
"My eldest brotherThere are two thousand-year soul rings? The first three soul rings only have one five-thousand-year soul ring. "
Everyone was puzzled: "Five thousand years, only? ? "
Yang Jinghong raised his mouth: "After all, the remaining two soul rings are all over ten thousand years old, five thousand years is nothing."
"What?"
The hearts of all the Shenxiao disciples in the audience twitched, and they all gasped.
"I'm so stupid!"
"Is this still a human being?"
"It must be fake."
"One thousand years, two ten thousand years?"
The five elders and Yang Tingjun all brought thunder and light, flashed in front of Yang Jinghong, and stared at him.
Yang Tingjun scolded: "Rebellious son, how much bribes did you receive from Ye Tianyan to make up such nonsense."
Yang Sanye looked serious: "It's a bit too nonsense. "
"Your grandmother..." Fourth Master Yang stopped cursing and snorted, "If you dare to talk nonsense about this matter, I will hang you up and beat you."
Yang Jinghong glared, showing the stubbornness of a young man, and said aggrievedly: "Why don't you believe me! ! "
"Okay, elders, don't scare him."
Yang Xiruo walked over with lotus steps, looking at Yang Jinghong with sickly beautiful eyes: "Brother, what uncle said before that the man killed the Soul Sect like slaughtering dogs, is it true?"
Yang Jinghong shook his head again.
"Killing the Soul Sect is like killing a chicken, and killing the Soul King is like slaughtering a dog."
He said excitedly: "I saw with my own eyes that my eldest brother alone beat up the five Soul King-level killers in Tianlei City. "
The people of Shenxiao Sect had their heads buzzing and their mouths opened:
It was hard to digest this amazing fact. They still remembered how awesome Yang Jinghong was when he left.
This time he changed 180 degrees.
Aren't you going to fight fakes?
How did the young master Yang, who was better than his father, become a fanboy and a bootlicker? What kind of person has such magic power?
Everyone was shocked and curious.
The fourth master Yang's arm shook with the gun, and he said in disbelief: "A 31st level soul master, killing a soul king killer?"
Yang Jinghong shook his head: "No, he is now at the peak of level 39."
Yang Tingjun looked up, frowned at King Yan and said: "Didn't you say he was level 30 before?"
King Yan shrugged and sighed speechlessly: "Who would have thought that this kid would improve by nine levels in ten days. "
Everyone's heart skipped a beat again, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
You can't take drugs so fast.
At this moment, Yang Jinghong raised his finger again: "This is true, I can guarantee it with my father's life."
"Rebellious son, do you want me to die?" Yang Tingjun couldn't help scolding.
"Don't worry, I still love you, and I won't swear on you if I'm not sure."
Yang Tingjun just felt a little warmer in his heart, and he heard Yang Jinghong mumbling to himself: "If swearing works, you would have died long ago, and went down to reunite with my mother."
"Master, don't be impulsive!"
"My dear, my dear son! !"
"Don't stop me, I'll tell him who is the father and who is the son today! ! "
The elders were curious and wanted to ask questions, so they quickly grabbed Yang Tingjun, who was furious.
Fourth Master Yang said, "With your temper, you are the second oldest, and you are the oldest. Can you recognize someone else as your elder brother?"
Yang Jinghong shrugged and said regretfully, "I have been wandering for half my life and have never met Ming Dad. I wanted to find another Ming Dad."
"I recognized Brother Luo as my godfather, but he despised me and didn't want me."
"Rebellious son, rebellious son!!! Have you grown wings after going out?" Yang Tingjun was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood and spiraled up on the spot.
"My golden hair was given to me by my elder brother."
"He is so generous?" The elders were so experienced that they could tell at a glance that this was a top-grade treasure.
"That is. "Yang Jinghong glanced at him.
Yang Tingjun was anxious: "Little boy, why are you looking at me? Your father has worked hard to raise you for 19 years, why don't you let an outsider dye your hair yellow?"
Yang Jinghong swallowed his words, turned his head away, not looking at his father's eyes, and pursed his lips and said:
"If you return my mother to me, I won't scold you."
Yang Tingjun was silent.
The elders of the Yang family sighed in their hearts. There was a reason why they indulged Yang Jinghong's nonsense. These siblings were pitiful people.
"Hey, hey!"
Yang Jinghong patted her face and showed a rebellious smile: "Sister, if you don't get married now, when will you get married? If you miss this village, there will be no such shop!"
Yang Xiruo took the handkerchief lovingly and wiped the burnt blood stains on Yang Jinghong's cheek.
"You, don't be so impatient."
"You sold your sister after going out for a while? What price did the other party offer? ”
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This chapter is two chapters in one, 4,000 words long. I will add another chapter in an hour and a half, brothers!