Campus belle's cultivation master

Yang Tu, the chief housekeeper, gave a low and ferocious smile: "Yang Buhui, your shameless daughter and Lin Zixuan have gone through a quarrel. You are responsible for corrupting the style of our Yang family

In front of so many guests, this is the ultimate humiliation to a young girl.

Yang Buhui is also a man of indomitable spirit. How can he tolerate others to slander his daughter's innocence?

"Fuck you!" He clenched his teeth, and his anger sprang up, "son of a bitch! I'll kill you! "

Before the servants of the Yang family could stop him, he ran like an angry lion. He rushed to Yang Tu's body and hit him with a big iron fist.

"Be careful, housekeeper!"

Someone exclaimed, but Yang Tu didn't dodge. He slowly raised his face, and his mouth was full of cruel ridicule.

"Yang Buhui, this is your own death!"

A strong figure suddenly flashed out from behind and put up Yang Buhui's fist. His solid palm was on his chest.

His name is Yang Yuan. He is a real master of inner strength. He is a brother to the housekeeper Yang Tu, and he is almost inseparable from each other.

Yang Buhui was seriously injured more than ten years ago, and his road to martial arts was cut off. He has no problem with ordinary people, but he has no chance of winning against the strong.

Under this palm, his whole chest was sunken, and a mouthful of red blood was spewed out immediately. His body was like a kite with broken line, falling more than ten meters away.

He clenched his teeth and struggled to get up, but he vomited a mouthful of blood again, and his breath was instantly withered.

Yang Yuan received the move, slowly came forward, one foot will Yang Buhui kick over, raised his foot in his face severely ran over.

"Turn back, aren't you a genius before? How do you become a dog now? " He sneered a few times, raised his head and said, "this trash has no clan rules. How dare you take it down to the housekeeper! According to the law of the family, the limbs should be discarded and put into the forbidden room! "

"Yes

A few servants gathered around and pulled Yang Buhui out from the ground, leaving a long bright bloodstain along the way, shocking.

"Beast! You are all animals! Ungrateful... "Yang Buhui's mouth was full of blood foam, and his voice was loud, but he still couldn't stop yelling," sooner or later... Sooner or later I will kill you all... "

The guests couldn't bear to see it, but they chose to move their eyes and keep silent.

Everyone knows that if Lin Zixuan had not died in zhenwuzong, the Yang family would have worshipped Yang Buhui's father and daughter as their ancestors. How could he have the courage to do this?

It's really a dragon's journey in shallow water and shrimp's play, and a tiger's downfall in the sun and dog's bullying.

With disdain in his eyes, Yang Tu turned around and picked up his glass again. He raised his voice to all the guests: "the scum of the family has disturbed your interest. I'll give you a drink!"

The atmosphere stagnated for a few seconds, and suddenly the enthusiasm returned.

"Housekeeper Yang, you're welcome

"Ha ha ha, today is a happy day. I'd like to drink to housekeeper Yang as well."

The guests pushed cups and changed cups, flattered each other, and deliberately left the matter behind.

Yang Buhui was dragged out like a dead dog.

Laughter reverberates in my ears, but the excitement belongs to others and does not belong to him

Consciousness gradually blurred, eyes rippling with a scarlet, blood trickling down.

Yang Buhui used to be a genius of this family. He knew that Yang Yuan's hand had been used by him and he was about to die.

He is not willing to be angry, but he has nothing to do

All of a sudden, the servants of the Yang family were stopped and forced to stop.

When they looked up, they suddenly found that a young man in black appeared in front of them. He was very handsome with a long sword eyebrow. His pupils were as black as ink, shining like a sharp sword.

No one knows when he's here. It's like he's here all the time

"Who are you?"

Lin Yu shouldered a hand and asked faintly, "is this man Yang Buhui?"

Several servants of the Yang family looked at each other and did not speak.

Lin Yu stretched out a pale and slender hand, grasped Yang Buhui's collar, and carried the man to himself: "give it to me."

He looked at the middle-aged man's bloody face and couldn't help frowning.

"No wonder Xi Xi is so stupid. It's heredity..."

A servant of the Yang family was not angry and asked, "Hello! You little boy... "

Lin yulue raised his head and looked at him.

Just for a moment, the man felt his eyes tingle, screamed, fell on his back and convulsed all over.

This side of the movement quickly attracted the audience, countless eyes projected, the fundus is with a thick doubt.

All around, there was silence. Countless eyes gazed at the young figure in black, and the same exclamation came out.

How can there be such a perfect person in the world.

This young man seems to have a wonderful rhyme of Tao, which is as far away as the abyss, and as vast as the sword without edge.

Compared with this man, those so-called arrogant people and large number of children are all dwarfed and not worth mentioning!

Lin Yu saw Yang Buhui's lips wriggle a few times, then slowly gathered his ears and heard a few words intermittently.

"I'm sorry, Dad..."

At this time, it is obvious that Yang Buhui has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, and the last trace of obsession remains, which tenaciously supports the continuation of life.

Deep in Lin Yu's dark pupil, two flames of the size of needle tips leaped.

He grabbed Yang Buhui's back collar and went back step by step.

Yang Tu, the housekeeper, naturally noticed the movement here, and his sight was as venomous as a snake: "boy, who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of my Yang family? "

This is the concern of all the people in the audience. Who is this young man who suddenly appears in front of us?

At the moment, Lin Yu has remolded his body. His appearance is far from the ordinary Lin Zixuan in people's memory. It is absolutely impossible to connect the two if they are not extremely close.

With a sneer in his mouth, Lin Yu lifted Yang Buhui up like a chicken. His voice was indifferent: "who hurt you?"

Yang Buhui's face was gray, and he was in a period of muddle, and his mind was not clear.

However, he still raised his hand and pointed to Yang Yuan, the powerful expert standing beside Yang Tu, with endless hatred in his bloodshot eyes.

"Oh." Lin Yu casually nodded his head and said again, "give you a chance to kill him."

This is funny for no reason. Everyone can't help but look strange.

Yang Buhui was not an opponent. Now he is seriously injured and dying. How can he defeat Yang Yuan?

Is this mysterious young man a madman?