"Boy, I heard that Li Yi has a good relationship with you, right?" Zhao Shanhe stepped forward, squatted down and whispered: "Actually, I know that you were trying to make my daughter run away that day, but I didn't catch Li Yi today, and only killed him, a servant, and I felt very uncomfortable!"

An Ren's mouth was covered with blood, and every time he breathed, he felt his lungs burning and painful.

He was exhausted because his relatives died, but at this moment he felt dizzy.

Zhao Ying looked at him with some concern and shouted: "Dad, don't kill him!"

Zhao Shanhe nodded naturally and smiled at his daughter: "Don't worry, what Dad promises you will do."

He turned his head and pointed his toes to An Ren's heart, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "That's your relative, right? Not only do you want to die, but they want to die too."

An Ren was excited and opened his mouth wide to say something, but he could only ignore the coughing blood and couldn't say a word.

"Do you want them to survive? Go and kneel in front of my daughter and commit suicide and apologize. I won't take action." Zhao Shanhe touched his beard: "I forgot, you can't speak."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, lit An Ren's chest twice, and sealed the wound with extremely rough means.

This will undoubtedly make An Ren's injury worse, but it will not hurt so much.

He struggled to sit up and looked at his brother.

Anping was pulled by his wife at this time, but he didn't dare to break free, and looked at him anxiously.

An Ren smiled at him, "I will tell my eldest nephew that he has an incompetent uncle."

Staggering up, An Ren found a sharp wooden stick on the ground, walked to Zhao Ying, and fell to his knees.

Zhao Ying was startled, "You...what do you want to do!"

An Ren ignored it, kowtowed hard, and shouted: "You are all big names, people from the martial arts world, people from the martial arts world! Stop lying to me anymore, I'm just an ant, it's not worth it..."

As he said that, he became firm and raised the wooden stick and stabbed it hard into his stomach.

Zhao Ying was frightened and couldn't even stop him. She closed her eyes and screamed: "No!"

Anping was furious when he watched from the side. He didn't care whether his wife or not, but after shaking his hand, he ran over directly.

However, at his speed, when the person arrived, he could only see a corpse.

When he was about to say that, he was about to stab the wooden stick in. A stone flew from somewhere and hit An Ren's arm.

The strong force staggered him and also knocked out the breath that had been holding on. An Ren's eyes passed out and fainted.

Zhao Shanhe and others changed their expressions and looked out the gate.

There was a teacher in blue shirt standing there, looking at them coldly with his sleeves.

Next to him was a bald young man with a gloomy expression, staring at An Ren who was unconscious on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Who are you?!" Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath, walked to his daughter and blocked her behind him, "If it's this kid's friend, I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business."

Wang Yu ignored him and asked Mr. Chen beside him: "Can An Ren still save her injury?"

"There is no big problem, it's just that the hidden power in my heart is a bit troublesome and it takes time to remove it."

Wang Yu then breathed a sigh of relief and walked in to pick up An Ren.

Seeing that the two of them ignored him, Zhao Shanhe winked at a disciple. The man understood and pulled out a knife to block the way.

"Boy, my master asked you, didn't you hear it?"

Wang Yu finally glanced at the group of people and said coldly: "Why don't you care about Li Yi? Why do you want to kill my friend? And force him to commit suicide?"

After a pause, he continued, "It's okay, I'll ask myself anyway, whoever stops him will die."

The disciple who blocked the road laughed, "Boy, you are the one who died!"

As he said that, he lifted his knife and slashed, pointing directly at Wang Yu's neck.

It is absolutely impossible to be called out by Zhao Shanhe. The long sword specially made by Qiandaomen drew a cool light in the air, which was fast and ruthless.

Wang Yu did not dodge or avoid, and pinched a sword finger and drew a semicircle in the air.

The next moment, the green sword energy that was waiting for the man to break through the air and cut the guy who was rushing over into two halves.

The blood was scattered all over the floor, and the pungent fishy smell made people feel nauseated.

Zhao Ying, who was hiding behind, had never seen this scene. She covered her mouth and squatted down and kept retching.

From the moment Zhao Shanhe saw the sword energy, his face turned ashen. Standing beside him, Yin Li, who had been careless, became solemn.

"This is a problem. There are many people in the world who can use their hands to emit sword energy, but not many of them are of this age." Yin Li murmured to herself, "Be careful of his elders."

Zhao Shanhe nodded and stepped forward and bowed: "Maybe there is any misunderstanding between us. I just want this little brother to apologize to my daughter. I didn't expect him to be so strong."

Wang Yu ignored it, hugged An Ren, who was covered in blood, and walked to Mr. Chen, "Please trouble you, sir."

This time no one dares to stop him, after all, there is a lesson in the past.

Mr. Chen took An Ren, leaned him against the wall and sat down. He then took out a pack of silver needles from his arms and stabbed them into various acupoints on his body.

Zhao Shanhe was ignored again, and he could imagine his anger and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want!"

Seeing that An Ren's breathing stabilized, Wang Yu breathed a little relieved. He happened to hear Zhao Shanhe's words, and he asked with a cold face: "Li Yi grabbed your daughter that day. Do you know what happened?"

"Know."

"Do you know that he said your daughter is ugly and ugly, and she is not worthy of him. She is just a stopgap trick used to let Li Yi let her go, not the truth?"

Zhao Shanhe had nothing to say.

The anger in Wang Yu's heart was gradually controlled, and his voice was still cold, "Just just for these or two irrelevant words, you beat the person who saved your daughter's life and half-death, and even forced him to commit suicide and apologize?"

"Boy, I'll give you face, not because of you, but because of the master behind you. Don't be too rude. If you save someone, you will save him. Just leave, why be aggressive?"

Zhao Shanhe's face turned pale, "You really want to stay with me?"

Wang Yu smiled coldly, "If you are better than others, you can be arrogant and domineering, and you can determine life and death at will. What did I do wrong, my brother? How could I be sorry for the little bitch behind you?"

"Forget it, I have to go through a game. Master asked me to do not use my fist. Before every move, think more about whether I am right. Even if I can't do it right, I must do it without any mistakes."

Wang Yu clenched his fists, his voice was already Gu Jing Wubo, "No matter what I think this time, you have nothing worthy of pity, so stay all!"

Zhao Shanhe sneered: "I'm shameless, I really think I'm afraid of you?"
Chapter completed!