Chapter 33 Whip after whip, crazy slap in the face

Yang Ming didn't say much. He knew that Uncle Qin and his son had good intentions, and he was grateful in his heart.

He slowly helped Uncle Qin back to the house and sat down. Then Yang Ming took his sword, put it on his lap, and sat in the hall.

"Uncle Qin, you are old. Pay attention to your injuries. If you are sleepy, go back and rest. We will discuss it tomorrow."

After speaking, Yang Ming added again.

"Don't worry, I'm back and this matter isn't over yet!"

After hearing what Yang Ming said, Qin Jian came over and wanted to help Uncle Qin leave, but Uncle Qin waved his hand and rejected his son Qin Jian.

Now, Uncle Qin also became curious and wanted to know what Yang Ming would do next and what his intentions were.

Obviously, Yang Ming has no intention of going back to rest now.

Even though he rushed all the way back, he was still energetic and not sleepy at all, as if he was waiting for something.

In this way, Uncle Qin, his son and Yang Ming were sitting across from each other in the hall, chatting.

Not long after, a faint sound came from the roof outside the house again.

Just like before, Yang Ming jumped out immediately!

Even if they paid attention in advance, Uncle Qin and his son still didn't see Yang Ming's movement clearly.

After a brief fight, several more bodies fell into the courtyard...

Thump thump thump…

Not long after, Yang Ming came back again and cursed in disappointment.

"Another bunch of damn little thieves!"

When the servants of the Yang Mansion, who had been unable to sleep, heard the noise, they rushed out immediately and looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.

This time, without Yang Ming's orders, they stayed for a moment and then began to drag away several corpses and clean up the blood stains on the ground.

However, these servants obviously don't have enough brains.

Uncle Qin is even more stupid now - when did this family leader become so powerful?

Not to mention the great improvement in strength, and it seems that the real combat power is much stronger than that of warriors of the same level!

Could it be that the ancestors of the Yang family really showed up?

Uncle Qin had already begun to think wildly and completely lost his sense of proportion.

Everything that happened before my eyes was like a dream.

But after Yang Ming came back, his mood didn't fluctuate at all, as if he had done something that should be taken for granted.

He continued to sit upright in the lobby, straightening his back, lowering his eyes, holding his strength and concentrating his energy.

Yang Ming's Dantian meridians are now filled with true energy. After these few days of consolidation, he is close to the peak of the ninth-level warrior, but he is still far away from the Great Consummation. If he wants to break through, he still needs to work hard, especially in actual combat.

!

With his previous experience, Yang Ming understood better that actual combat was the best way to improve in a short period of time, especially suitable for breaking through some bottlenecks in combat and achieving a virtuous cycle.

The group of thieves just now didn't really pose any challenge. They really just wanted to come to Yang's Mansion to catch the autumn wind and steal sheep.

Yang Ming did not consume any energy when he fought with them, and it was impossible to help him break through in the battle.

Yang Ming is in urgent need of improving his strength. His goal is to reach the tenth-level warrior consummation as soon as possible in the near future, and then hit the Qi Gathering Realm.

Once a big leap is made, there will be a qualitative change.

And the various top martial arts skills he now possesses can also exert greater power!

So he needs some stronger opponents.

In addition, Yang Ming is still thinking about how to solve the current situation? How to deal with this mess in Yang Mansion?

It was impossible to leave. I understood Uncle Qin's sincerity.

But since he is here, it is impossible to give up the Yang family's foundation.

On the contrary, Yang Ming has decided to use this as a foundation to make a career!

Then, it is imperative to integrate the existing resources at hand.

After solving the mess in front of us, the next thing to do is to settle the accounts with Wang, Yang Fei, those rebellious Yang clan members, and the Golden Knife Sect behind them!

Want to leave after getting the benefits? It’s not that cheap!

I will definitely make them regret everything they do now!

If others heard Yang Ming's inner thoughts, they would definitely think that he was crazy!

The Yang Mansion is in turmoil, how can we integrate resources?

What's more, the Golden Blade Sect is hugely powerful. With Yang Ming's current strength, revenge and settling scores are even more idiotic!

But Yang Ming is full of confidence in this.

Finally, after killing several waves of thieves in succession, Yang Ming heard movement on the roof again.

This time, the sound coming from the roof was almost imperceptible even in the quiet night. It was obvious that the opponent was not weak, unlike those Liang Shang gentlemen who were fighting against the autumn wind.

As a result, Uncle Qin and his son opposite him had no reaction at all.

Only Yang Ming, with his sharp six senses, noticed it immediately.

Attack decisively again!

There was only one person on the other side, and he had just landed on the roof of Yang Mansion. He obviously did not expect to be attacked suddenly, and he hurriedly counterattacked before he could see who it was.

But he obviously underestimated Yang Ming's strength!

First there was a flash of light from the sword in front of him, and then a strong force instantly invaded his whole body!

The battle lasted a little longer, but it was also limited. Then a man in black fell heavily into the yard, spitting blood.

Yang Ming landed lightly, and Uncle Qin limped over with Qin Jian's support.

Yang Ming was not polite, and a burst of true energy blew past the other party's door, blowing down the mask, revealing the other party's true appearance.

Uncle Qin saw clearly through the moonlight and said immediately.

"He, I recognize him! He is the nursing home of Shanjiazhuang! Shan Zheng's subordinate!"

Finally a valuable goal was reached.

Without saying a word, Yang Ming stepped forward and decisively sealed his veins with Qi, and then directly pinched and dislocated his jaw to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide or having poison in his mouth.

However, Yang Ming obviously overestimated the other party's professionalism.

This man was just sent by Shanjiazhuang to investigate the situation in the Yang Mansion. He was only a tenth-level warrior. He never expected that he would run into a tough opponent and be captured by mistake.

He didn't even have the slightest intention of committing suicide.

Yang Ming finished everything to ensure that the other party would not die, and then asked.

"You are from Shanjiazhuang, right? Shan Zheng sent you here?"

The man was quite stubborn and immediately retorted.

It's just that his jaw was dislocated, so he couldn't speak clearly.

"Stop talking nonsense, I am your grandfather, kill me if you dare... ow!"

Before he could finish his harsh words, Yang Ming pinched off one of his fingers.

The index finger of the right hand was broken at 180 degrees in the opposite direction.

The other party also let out a shrill scream.

This movement once again attracted many people from the Yang family to come and watch, grinning at this scene.

My fingers and my heart hurt even when I looked at them.

However, more people looked at Yang Ming with strange and shocked eyes.

The owner of the house went out for a trip, why does it seem like someone has changed?

It’s no wonder that his strength has greatly increased, and his character has become so bloody and decisive!

Or... cruel?

Yang Ming's eyes were cold and he continued to tell the other party.

"I advise you to be more cooperative. You still have nine fingers. If your fingers are gone, you still have many joints on your body. If the joints are gone, there are still meridians. I definitely can't let you die, but you can't live either.

Comfortable."

After saying that, break a finger again.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand slightly turned into a claw, crushing the opponent's shoulder bone from the air.

The man screamed wildly again.

Amid this eerie movement, it gradually dawned.
To be continued...