Song Yuzhi was busy purchasing furniture and cleaning inside and outside, while Xiao Yang was busy absorbing the exhaust of the car. At the same time, the Ma family quickly found Ma Wenhong. After the phone suddenly hung up, Ma Wenqing found his father. Then the people from Dingtian Group were moving around and finally found Ma Wenhong's trace in the remote club private room.

At this time, Ma Wenhong had become a fool with slow movement ability and completely scrapped thinking. After all, he was not Xiao Yang, and he did not have the ability to absorb toxins to strengthen his dantian.

"Who did it? I'll find it for me even if I dig three feet of the ground. I'll cut him into pieces and crush his bones and ashes!"

When Ma Henian saw his stupid son, he was furious and the table was slammed by him.

Seeing this, Ma Wenqing was a little happy in his heart. Ma Wenhong became stupid. He was the biggest beneficiary. However, he could not express it at this time. He walked over with a sad face and said in a low voice: "Eight out of ten things were done by Xiao Yang."

"Xiao Yang? Who is Xiao Yang?"

"Xiao Yang is a student in our school. He has a grudge and entanglement with his brother. The last time I talked with my brother was interrupted by him." Ma Wenqing said in the original form: "He seems to be an ancient martial arts practitioner."

Ancient martial arts practitioner?

When Ma Henian heard this, he frowned instantly, and his anger was slightly suppressed. But it was soon overturned by even greater anger: "I don't care about him, what kind of ancient martial arts practitioner he made my son like this. How can he relieve my hatred if I don't kill him?"

After being furious, Ma Henian turned his head and said to an old man wearing a jacket with white hair and long beards: "Old Huang, since he is an ancient martial arts practitioner, I have to ask you to go there."

"It's just a little effort." Old Huang smiled faintly, not taking Xiao Yang seriously: "Old Huang's early stage cultivation is just a matter of time to deal with a yellow-mouthed boy. But... about the nine-leaf lotus fruit, please..."

Before Mr. Huang finished speaking, Ma Henian agreed: "Old Mr. Huang, as long as you capture Xiao Yang, I will immediately send someone to Tianxin Chamber of Commerce to get the nine-leaf lotus fruit."

"Okay, okay. Then let's take the lead." Seeing that Ma Henian was happy, Huang Lao stopped talking.

Upon hearing this, Ma Wenqing immediately led his brother's driver and walked out. At this time, Ma Henian was by his stupid son and kept calling the best expert doctors in Ninghai City to come for examination. However, none of the results were optimistic. They discovered it too late, and the toxicity of tetraethyl lead specially prepared by Mo Shao was too strong.

At this time, the driver had already brought Huang Lao and Ma Wenqing to Xiao Yang's house. They were about to stop and walk into the alley, but they found Xiao Yang squatting on the side of the road, like a down-and-out wanderer.

Seeing Xiao Yang's down-and-out appearance, Huang Lao couldn't help but feel more contemptuous: "I thought he was a master, but he was just a stray dog."

When Mr. Huang was so contemptuous, Ma Wenqing quickly laughed and blew up the magic snail: "Old Huang's magic skills are great. This kind of clown jumping is just the light of fireflies. How can he compete with your bright moon?"

Ma Wenqing's flattery made Huang Lao very helpful. He patted his shoulder and said, "You guy is much better than your brother."

Then he got out of the car and walked to Xiao Yang with a swagger: "Boy, are you the ancient martial arts practitioner who beat Ma Wenhong into a fool?"

"Who are you?" Xiao Yang stood up and asked back with some displeasure. The old man's arrogant tone made him very upset.

"You don't need to know who I am. If you know the truth, follow me to Boss Ma immediately, so as not to let me do it. If you don't know the truth, I won't be able to do something like killing people in the street."

Xiao Yang smiled coldly when the old man spoke so wildly, and he had already become murderous. But he still maintained his restraint. The old man dared to kill people in the street, but Xiao Yang was unwilling to do so. He didn't want to cause a sensation, so it would be better to find a more remote place.

So, he immediately stepped into the car and sat down with a swagger.

Seeing Xiao Yang getting into the car obediently, Old Man Huang couldn't help but sneer again: It's indeed a cartilage. I thought I had some great skills. Tell me!

Old Man Huang sneered and despised. When Ma Wenqing saw Xiao Yang getting in the car, he quickly laughed. He knew Xiao Yang was so powerful that he quickly sat in the last row, for fear that Xiao Yang would take his life.

At this time, Mr. Huang also walked up in a turtle step, closed the door, and said to the driver directly: "Go to Boss Huang."

"No, find a remote place, it is best to be a place that is convenient for killing people to silence." Xiao Yang directly asked the driver to change the way.

The driver was so scared that he died of fear when he met Xiao Yang. This time, Xiao Yang directly said that he would kill someone to silence him. He did not dare to act rashly. Mr. Huang was not easy to mess with. He could only stay in place and did not dare to drive.

At this time, Mr. Huang laughed and said arrogantly: "Since you are determined to die, I can only take your body to Boss Ma. Drive and drive to the edge of the cliff in the suburbs."

The two evil men agreed with each other, and the driver breathed a sigh of relief and quickly drove towards the suburbs.

The driver drove the car all the way out, and the car was quiet, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

After the car drove out of the city for a while, Mr. Huang suddenly spoke and broke the tranquility: "Boy, do you have any last words to tell your master before you die?"

When he said this, Xiao Yang knew what he meant, and immediately said coldly: "You don't have to make any effort to confuse me. I don't have a master, so, let's put away your hypocrisy. You don't have to worry about revenge, because you will die on the spot."

"Good boy, since that's the case, then you'll die!" Huang Laoli shouted, suddenly started to move his hand, and a sharp eagle claw grabbed Xiao Yang hard.

The eagle claws are swaying with its strong wind, and the momentum is extremely fierce and fierce. If Xiao Yang, who was at the peak of level 8 in Qi training, had already destroyed him with a fireball technique, but at this time he had only the second level of Qi training, and he could not even withstand it. He could only slant his body and dodge it.

Just as Mr. Huang was about to attack for the second time, he was so scared that he was afraid that the driver would get the impact and quickly stepped on the brakes. The car stopped urgently, and the center of gravity in the car also moved. Xiao Yang used the car's emergency stop to quickly dodge and jumped out of the car window. Such a narrow space was not conducive to his performance.

After jumping out of the car window, he quickly got into the small jungle on the side of the road. At this time, Old Huang also chased after him very quickly, shouting, "Good boy, don't leave if you have the guts."

He thought Xiao Yang was planning to take this opportunity to escape, but he was extremely anxious. He was not very good at light skills. But when he rushed into the jungle anxiously, he found that Xiao Yang was already waiting there.

"Good boy, eat my claw!" Huang Lao shouted angrily, and a sharp piercing eagle claw hit Xiao Yang's face. At the same time, his left hand clenched into a fist and secretly attacked Xiao Yang's lower abdomen.

This claw and punch are extremely sophisticated, and the speed is like lightning breaking through the air.

He thought that this joint double-click of Zheng Yiqi would definitely hit, but just as his eagle claw was about to hit Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang disappeared from his eyes out of nowhere, and his sneak attack fist also swept away.

But Xiao Yang came behind him in a flash... Bang! Xiao Yang hit his left shoulder with a palm, and immediately hit him, and he was boiling and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and he staggered forward two steps.

Even though he was beaten so hard that he vomited blood, Mr. Huang was still full of surprise: "What kind of body technique is this?"

"Just basic footwork."
Chapter completed!