Chapter 114： Yuedi

"So it is." Chen Yiming nodded.

Yue Jingtian is not only talented in martial arts, but also a bloodline warrior.

Hearing that his bloodline ability is highly compatible with the Yue family's Qiankun Yishan Fist, the quasi-warrior realm has a combat power close to the warrior realm.

Chen Yiming himself is in the real martial artist realm. Although he has doubts about Yue Jingtian's combat power close to the martial artist realm, this kind of news is likely to be exaggerated because Yue Jingtian is hard to find opponents in the same realm.

But it is understandable for Yue Jingtian to make such a choice. Most people are selfish. As long as they successfully break through the martial artist realm, it will be a qualitative change from the fish to the dragon.

"However, Yue Jingtian is only in the realm of a quasi-martial artist. Even if he made a mistake, he wouldn't have to liquidate the entire Yue family. Is there something else hidden in it?" Chen Yiming asked again.

"I don't know." Shi Changyi shook his head and said.

Chen Yiming pondered for a while, and arranged: "Shi Changyi, you take me around Yue's house to see the situation, Wei Chaoyuan, you will tell him when Shi Changyi comes back."

After that, Chen Yiming and Shi Changyi got up and went out to Yue's house.

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Leaving the city center, walk along the road leading to the east of the city for five or six miles, turn left at an intersection, and continue walking north for two or three miles.

At the end of the road is a row of villas and manors that are more than a mile long. This is the family residence of the Yue family.

At this time, there were several trucks parked at the door, as well as various types of furniture piled up indiscriminately. Dozens of young men are loading the furniture into the truck one by one.

In a closed room of the villa, Yue Yangpeng looked serious, with his hands on his back, quietly looking at the map on the wall.

He was nearly three meters tall, and he was wearing a specially tailored loose long coat, which still couldn't cover up his strong-looking body. From his body shape, he could see that he was very human.

Behind her stood a beautiful young woman. She was Concubine Mo Yan, the wife of Yue Yangpeng Mingmei, who was born in a family of warriors in other cities.

She was about 1.75 meters tall and was wearing a luxurious dress.

The long skirt is ankle-length, revealing only a small section of fair skin, but she can still vaguely see her perfect curve, tall but it should be raised and warped.

In addition to the husband and wife, there was a young man in the room, Yue Jingtian, the son of Yue Yangpeng and Mo Yanfei.

He was nearly 2.5 meters tall, his face was flushed, and he was walking back and forth in the room.

"Dad, the Yue family once paid an unknown number of casualties for Donghu City. Just because of this incident, the Yue family has to be completely liquidated? I don't accept it." Yue Jingtian finally couldn't hold back and said angrily.

Yue Yangpeng frowned, but still kept his posture of looking at the map.

Concubine Mo Yan next to her also said, "Yang Peng, don't you have any room for maneuver? Tian'er will soon be able to break through to the martial artist realm."

Yue Jingtian is a martial artist with a fixed bench. The Yue family has made countless contributions in the past. The military should not give any leeway. Yue Jingtian and Mo Yanfei think so.

Yue Yangpeng sighed deeply, turned to look at Yue Jingtian, and said solemnly: "You have performed so dazzlingly this year, you can almost be regarded as the first person in the realm of young reserve warriors in Donghu City, and the first person is in Donghu City. When the city of life and death was destroyed, it brought a very bad wind direction."

When Yue Jingtian heard the words, his face suffocated, and he defended: "I have the confidence to break through to the martial artist realm within a year. One martial artist realm is more useful to East Lake City than a hundred quasi martial artist realm.

The big deal is that I make a promise to protect Donghu City unconditionally for ten years, isn't it enough? Do you have to kill them all? "

Speaking of this, his face was ferocious, his whole body was bulging, and he was about to lose his mind.

Seeing this, Concubine Mo Yan took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell, and added: "Yang Peng, do you think this will work? I'll ask the Mo family to help him breathe, and then let Tian'er unconditionally join the military to work for him. ten years."

In the face of his wife and children's inquiries, Yue Yangpeng sighed again: "Tian'er is still a quasi-martial artist. After all, how long it takes to break through is completely unfounded. In the eyes of a real martial artist, it still doesn't count."

Yue Jingtian is his biological son, and of course Yue Yangpeng recognizes Yue Jingtian's talent.

But countless cases in the past have proved that even if you are already on the verge of breaking through the martial artist realm, there are still countless cases of final failure.

After all, only oneself really knows how the progress of entering Jingjing's artistic conception map is drawn, and other people can't open their minds to check.

Yue Jingtian wanted to continue his defense after hearing the words, but Yue Yangpeng interrupted him, closed his eyes and continued: "The real purpose of the military is very simple, it is to kill chickens to warn the monkeys, and to deter the martial arts forces of Donghu civilians."

Yue Jingtian's biggest mistake was that he was too dazzling, and he flinched and brought a bad wind direction.

If the military does not give severe punishment, next time they encounter a similar disaster, can others follow Yue Jingtian's example.

"Dad, I not only have the confidence to break through the martial artist realm, but I am also a bloodline warrior. I have an endless bright future. Is there nothing I can do? I really don't want to die." Yue Jingtian said at the end, his words became choked.

He, who had never cried before, finally couldn't hold back his tears in the face of the fear of death.

After all, the military's martial arts power has an absolute advantage. If you really want to liquidate any civil martial arts power, no one can resist He is a small quasi-martial artist, facing the sanctions of a behemoth like the military, never imagined Can break through and escape.

The beautiful young lady Mo Yanfei next to her also had tears in her eyes and cried, "Tian'er is a bloodline warrior, and in the future there will be a second stage in the martial artist realm. Could it be that the entire Yue family obeyed unconditionally and could not save Tian'er's life?"

As a mother, Concubine Mo Yan is prone to be perceptive when it comes to her son's issues. She only sees a little advantage of bloodline warriors, but ignores countless possible difficulties.

"Be sensible, that's just an unreachable possibility." Yue Yangpeng shook his head, "Even if it were true, how could the military possibly raise tigers, let alone Tian'er."

After hearing this, Concubine Mo Yan completely collapsed, and she knelt on the ground when her body softened.

There is no doubt about Yue Yangpeng's words, no matter from which aspect, there is no reason to refute it.

It can almost be concluded that the Yue family has no room for maneuver, either kneeling to death, or resisting and being suppressed.

No matter how you choose, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and become a case that shocks future generations.

"After all, the Yue family's fists are not hard enough." Yue Yangpeng murmured in a low voice, stating the most fundamental solution.

He glanced at Concubine Mo Yan, who was in a state of dismay, and then at Yue Jingtian, whose face was ashes.

"Let me think of a way." Yue Yangpeng put down his words and turned to face the map on the wall.

The only way to survive is to escape from Donghu City under the siege and interception of the military.

This possibility is extremely low, it can be said that it is almost impossible, but there is no other way, only this way of life and death can be chosen.