Chapter 872

"Tut, Leng Jun, I don't think you know how I've come over these years, do you?" Xiao Yang's head did not return, he took a water bag and took two mouthfuls. He took a long breath, and his chest choked by the candy cake suddenly became unobstructed.

Unprecedented patency.

"Since I was expelled by yuehuazong, you hit me 69 times, the lightest one was a slap in the face, and the heaviest one was lying for half a year."

Xiao Yang's tone is surprisingly calm, but it makes Leng Jun feel flustered and crazy to withdraw. However, Xiao Yang's hands, such as pincers, clasp it tightly. No matter how he struggles, he will not move.

"I'm very generous. I'll give you the heaviest one. I won't pursue anything else." Put down the water bag, Xiao Yang carefully put the wooden box on the ground, will turn around, his face is full of warm smile, but in Leng Jun's eyes, it is like falling into an ice cave.

"What do you want to do? Don't make a fool of yourself! I tell you, brother Hongwu is coming back soon. You dare to move me, or brother Hongwu will twist your head off! " Leng Jun tries to make his expression look ferocious, but he doesn't seem to scare Xiao Yang. Instead, he feels that Xiao Yang's strength is getting more and more terrible.

"Yes, brother Hongwu is coming back soon. It's very troublesome," Xiao Yang said, slightly approaching Leng Jun and lowering his voice. "Otherwise, I'll kill you directly."

"Poof!"

With one foot on his chest, Leng Jun suddenly felt that he had been hit by a huge stone on his chest, and a mouthful of blood mist suddenly erupted. However, his body did not fly backwards, and his arm was still locked in his hand by Xiao Yang.

"Ah! My hand

Leng Jun's face was immediately dispirited. His feet trembled to the point where he could not stand. He knelt down straight in front of Xiao Yang, and his arm, under the sudden impact, was also directly dislocated, dangling beside him, unable to move.

"Beast... This is Leng's house, you little bastard without father or mother!"

The pain makes Leng Jun's face more ferocious. His eyes are not willing to glare at Xiao Yang. In his eyes, he is full of venom. Maybe he would like to tear Xiao Yang to pieces.

And at the moment of his words, Xiao Yang's warm smile converged without any sign, and his face was cold and overcast.

Xiao Yang stooped, picked up a stone half the size of a watermelon from the ground, threw it and walked to Lengjun.

There is no hesitation in Xiao Yang's eyes. He knows very well in his heart that Leng Jun will die if he falls down. He is also afraid, but in his heart, it seems that a low voice is urging him to fall down, fall down!

Hands up, hands down!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Xiao Yang's eyebrows suddenly contracted. Instead of the touch of hitting Leng Jun, he was a powerful hitter, holding his arm tightly.

"Second uncle."

Xiao Yang raised his eyes and looked at the gray haired old man who appeared between them like a blink of an eye. He called coldly.

"Xiao Yang, calm down. Don't be dizzy." The grey haired old man doesn't blame Xiao Yang either. Instead, he kindly helps Xiao Yang's head, as if to comfort an angry little lion.

"Two elder, he, this boy is a madman!"

Leng Jun, half paralyzed on the ground, looks at Xiao Yang in horror, crawling to the old man's feet, trembling.

"Who let you provoke him? If you don't have any virtue, you deserve to be beaten. "

The old man, who was called the second elder, snorted coldly, turned around, grabbed Leng Jun's dislocated arm with a pestle, connected it roughly, and said, "can you still walk? If you can walk, go back by yourself and patrol the night with someone else

Leng Jun's face turned pale with pain. It was clear that he was the one who was almost killed. On the contrary, when the second elder came, everything became his fault. Xiao Yang almost killed people. It seemed that in his opinion, it was not his fault at all!

But he also has no choice, who let his mouth owe it

"Not yet? Do you want me to carry you back? "

At a glance, Leng Jun, who still wanted to make a few quibbles, immediately shook his head like a rattle, turned over and got up, grabbed the lantern on the ground and ran. Looking at that, he was on the run.

"Please punish me." Xiao Yang tilted his face and muttered in a low voice. The burning anger in his heart had just calmed down.

"Be more steady in the future and be less angry." The grey haired old man sighed and patted Xiao Yang on the shoulder with some helplessness. "Go, come with me. The leader has something to say to you."

Xiao Yang blinked two times, some of them were mindless. That's it? It's hard to say if you don't scold or punish. Leng Rui, the second elder of the Leng family, is famous for his harshness. On weekdays, anyone who steps into the flower field carelessly will be scolded.

But here, on the contrary, it is very kind

With murmuring in his heart, Xiao Yang quietly followed him and walked around the house until he came to Leng Linchuan's house.

"In charge, Xiao Yang has arrived." Leng Rui didn't push the door, just knocked three times, and then waited in front of the door.

"Let him in."

A moment later, a vigorous voice came from the room. Leng Rui just tried to chin and motioned Xiao Yang to enter the room.

When he pushed the door, a smell of ink came to his nose. Leng Linchuan had always been a person who loved Danqing. The room was full of calligraphy and paintings. At this moment, the generous figure was standing at the table, with a brush, painting.

"Xiao Yang, sit down."

Seeing Xiao Yang walk in, Leng Linchuan raises his eyes and smiles. He points to the table and chair beside him. A cup of warm tea has already been poured on the table. It is obvious that Leng Linchuan has already planned to call him over.

Xiao yangduan sat down, silent, and watched Leng Linchuan painting. What he was painting was not the scenery of flowers and birds, but a sword. In a short time, Leng Linchuan's last stroke, a mysterious spirit, suddenly condensed towards the painting. Leng Linchuan raised his hand to brush the painting, and there was a sword in his hand!

"Magic?" Leng Linchuan asked with a smile.

"Well."

Xiao Yang nodded. He had heard of this magical method from Leng Mingxuan for the first time.

"Enter the soul realm of seven grades, sure enough, in the world, only brother Xiao's" eight Pulse smart "is the most suitable for you Glancing at Xiao Yang, Leng Linchuan nodded.

"Uncle Leng, why didn't you give it to me earlier..." Xiao Yang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. Over the years, because of his inability to practice, he has experienced so much that he is almost crushed. Only today did he know that his father had left this work, which was almost tailor-made for him... But the Leng family had known about it for a long time, but still