The two sides once again collided head-on.

Qin Jian's body, blessed by the golden bell cover, has a high strength and can withstand much more heavy pressure. Therefore, he punches in a hurry to tear the muscles, regardless of speed or strength.

Every punch came out, there was even a faint crisp sound like a burst bead.

This is the power and speed that makes the air burst out loud.

As the fists of both sides collided, the sound of metal and stone continued to sound, and the yard was as lively as if it was a blacksmith, twitching.

The two of them kept rising, and the last loud bang hit.

Qin Jian dragged his toes to the ground, quickly retreated back, rubbing against the ground and making a sound.

The man on the opposite side also retreated far away, and finally managed to stabilize his body.

I just groaned twice in my mouth and nose, and it should be because my breath was unstable.

The two seemed to have a tie.

But looking around, the floor tiles in this courtyard have been broken by half.

They fought, stepped on the ground, and small deep pits appeared here.

The fierce battle here naturally alarmed the other servants in the Yang Mansion.

Who is so ugly that he dares to cause trouble in Yang's house?

The servants and the newly recruited guards all picked up guys and rushed over.

Seeing that the noise was too much, Yang Ming finally exhausted his patience.

Take a step forward.

The masked man was adjusting his breath. When he suddenly opened his eyes, he saw Yang Ming's figure.

It was just a small step forward. It was completely ignored if it was to be put on others, but the feeling of oppression caused to the masked person suddenly increased!

not good!

The masked man couldn't even take Qin Jian down. He was panicked and saw Yang Ming moving and wanted to escape.

But just like the three companions just now, before he could take action, he was immediately locked by Yang Ming's true energy.

This guy's body surface is covered with true qi, and it seems that he wants to resist.

But as Yang Ming walked over, he grabbed it, three scratches visible to the naked eye appeared on his true qi shield, and then broke inch by inch.

I have worked hard for decades to practice the Golden Bell Cover horizontally, and in front of Yang Ming's claw power, it is as fragile as paper.

Yang Ming continued to step forward, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's body protection golden bell cover was broken, his hands poked out like ghost hands.

Two subtle gala sounds.

The man in black looked down and saw that his arms had fallen off, and then the pain came.

Yang Ming used the Tianshan Plum Hand technique to easily remove the other party's arm.

At the same time, a few ice silkworm true energy spread into his meridians.

The light of the golden bell cover immediately dimmed, and then a chill spread across his limbs and bones.

Yang Ming saw that the Demon Cult had many methods of manipulating people, and he had a lot of experience. He had long wanted to develop the power of the ice silkworm true qi.

The ice silkworm's true energy, carrying the supreme cold poison, immediately eroded the other party's meridians, causing him to lose most of his ability to move.

The masked man was shocked. For the first time in many years, he realized that the true energy in his body, which was originally directed by an arm, had completely failed and no matter how he activated it, he had no reaction.

He wanted to take two steps with his physical ability, but his movements became extremely slow.

Looking down, it was even more shocking.

A stream of white frost gradually appeared on the surface of the body and slowly spread upwards.

And wherever the frost passes, it loses control.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't move, and all movements became extremely slow, and in the end he completely lost his power of movement.

Qin Jian came over immediately and controlled him.

However, Qin Jian was still a little guilty, because he was still not strong enough and could not defeat the other party, so he had to take action from the head of the family.

It seems that we will continue to improve in the future!

Qin Jian made up his mind.

Yang Ming solved the other party and moved his wrists.

Looking back, there were four people who sneaked into his mansion, one dead and two disabled, and one captured alive.

"Save him to examine it slowly."

Yang Ming ordered, and just at this moment, the noise outside also reached the door, and a group of guards and servants rushed in.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

“Where is the sound of fighting?”

Many servants are still holding weapons, regardless of whether they are useful or not, they have done enough on the surface.

Qin Jian waved at them, indicating that they were fine.

Then he ordered the servants to find iron chains made of stainless steel and tie up the guy with white frost.

After everything was done, Qin Jian clapped his hands and ordered all the servants to go out and not get in the way here.

Save what information they shouldn't hear.

After the person left in a mess, Qin Jian carried the person and threw it in front of Yang Ming.

This guy is not only controlled by others, but also trembles all over, his upper and lower teeth tremble hard, and it seems very cold.

When he reached his level, his blood was full of energy, and the average cold air could no longer invade him.

However, the cold poison that rages in the meridians still evokes the deepest cold-fearing instinct in human genes.

Yang Ming had already pulled off the head hoods of several other people and looked at them carefully.

He didn't recognize his face and did not seem to have any credentials to verify his identity.

"Tell me, who are you? How did you learn this Golden Bell Cover Kung Fu? What do you mean when you come to my mansion?"

"Speak quickly, save us waste of our hands and feet!"

Qin Jian scolded beside him.

When he thought of the small courtyard carefully arranged by Yang Ming and the roof that he had been destroyed by himself, he was full of blame and helped to ask.

"I... huh... no, say, huh..."

The man's teeth were trembling, but his mouth was still harsh.

Yang Ming was not panicked, and a slight cold air came over again.

It directly penetrates into the other person's body surface.

"ah!"

The man screamed in pain, his body suddenly twisted and curled up like a prawn fearing the cold.

His tremor became even worse, as if he was swaying.

At the same time, a cold poison was raging in his body in the invisible place.

What martial arts practitioners are most afraid of is problems in their meridians, which is a kind of pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and into the soul.

This man obviously underestimated the power of cold poison.

For a moment, his lips hanging with Han Shuang couldn't help but shouted loudly.

"I... yeah, I said, I'm... yeah, from the King Kong Gate..."

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. The cold poison in the other party's body suddenly became much more peaceful.

He finally let out a brow, felt a little better, and let out a long breath.

"Are you from the Vajra Gate?"

"right!"

This person dare not hide it now.

"I have no grudges and I have never been wronged in the past. Why did you sneak into my house?"

Yang Ming asked, but the appearance of the dead Sun Feng had already appeared in his mind.

No wonder, the other party’s golden bell cover looks the same as Shaolin, and it turns out to be the Vajra Gate.

"this……"

The man glanced at Qin Jian next to him and said.

"Isn't it because of his... Golden Bell Cover Kung Fu? The martial arts he practices are from our Vajra Sect!"
Chapter completed!