Jiang Fan went straight to the south courtyard according to his memory. Jiang Zhenglong put it aside first and operated on Qiao Qianyu first. Jiang Fan didn't care whether he was the wife's nephew or not.

In the south courtyard, Feng'er was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing. Next to him was a man in white clothes, fanning a folding fan gracefully. He looked handsome and looked at Jiang Feng'er with a smile. This man was Qiao Qianyu.

Jiang Fan's figure appeared at the door and walked in step by step.

Feeling that someone was coming, Qiao Qianyu frowned slightly. When he usually came here, no one would dare to walk in without warning. When he saw that the person coming was Jiang Fan.

His eyes showed a bit of sinisterness, he didn't want the matter to be exposed, otherwise the head of the family would blame him, and his aunt wouldn't be able to protect him.

"It's you! You're not dead yet!"

Jiang Fan is neither sad nor happy.

"You look much short-lived!"

Qiao Qianyu glanced sideways in Jiang Feng'er's direction and saw that she was still practicing. Her eyes returned to Jiang Fan with murderous intent in her eyes.

"Trash, if you don't die, I will give you another ride."

Jiang Fan sneered: "Idiot!"

Qiao Qianyu took action directly, wanting to kill Jiang Fan in one fell swoop, and he used his killing move.

Deadly hand!

Qiao Qianyu's steps were very fast, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Jiang Fan. His face was a little ferocious, and he slapped Jiang Fan's head with his palm. This was his full force attack, and his body and energy gathered in his palm. Even a stone could be smashed with this palm.

"go to hell!"

But Jiang Fan remained motionless, his expression unusually calm.

As soon as Qiao Qianyu got closer, he felt his left leg go weak, and he stumbled, falling directly to the ground.

The gathered energy disintegrated in an instant. His face was filled with shock. This feeling was extremely unfamiliar. He felt like he couldn't use all the strength in his body.

Jiang Fan still stood there, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

Qiao Qianyu was a little frightened and said in a trembling voice: "You...you...what did you do?"

Jiang Fan didn't respond and stepped on one of Qiao Qianyu's legs.

Along with Qiao Qianyu's scream, the other leg was also trampled off.

Qiao Qianyu struggled to turn over, and Jiang Fan stood in front of him without saying anything. He looked at Jiang Fan ferociously.

"Jiang Fan, my aunt will not let you go."

What responded to him was a foot that kicked him directly in the face, causing blood to flow instantly. He didn't know how many teeth he had left.

Qiao Qianyu's screams woke up Jiang Feng'er who was practicing. When she saw the scene in front of her, she covered her mouth in disbelief.

Qiao Qianyu, who had been beaten into a pig's head, seemed to have seen a savior and shouted quickly: "Feng'er, save me! Jiang Fan is going to kill me!"

"You talk a lot of nonsense!"

After Jiang Fan finished speaking, he disabled both of his arms again. This time, Qiao Qianyu fainted and died.

Jiang Fan sneered: "I can't hold on even a little bit of Requiem Powder. But don't worry, you won't die yet. It will still be useful to give you a breath for a while."

Jiang Feng'er trembled: "Are you really Jiang Fan?"

Jiang Fan bent down and picked up Qiao Qianyu like a dead dog, with no blood on his clothes.

He was in a good mood and grinned at Jiang Feng'er: "He will have no chance to bother you in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and left. His next destination was the ancestral hall, and he took Qiao Qianyu with him!

Looking at Jiang Fan's back, Jiang Feng'er was stunned.

It was indeed Jiang Fan, and his aura was correct, but it felt like he was seeing another person, which he couldn't believe.

Leaving the south courtyard, several people saw Jiang Fan carrying the unconscious Qiao Qianyu straight to the ancestral hall without stopping. Jiang Fan didn't want anyone to report the news, and he didn't want to make any preparations for Jiang Zhenglong.

He has not been idle on the way back. With his current state, it is obviously impossible to frighten the Jiang family with his strength.

But who is he? He is the king of medicine, and medicine is his strongest ability.

This Requiem Powder was originally just a spice used to calm the nerves, but he added some other herbs to refine it, and then sprinkled it on his body, making it impossible to get close to people below the Xiantian realm.

Qiao Qianyu's blood kept dripping, and his breath was weak. He didn't know how long he could hold on. Fortunately, with Jiang Fan's foot strength, it only took six or seven minutes to reach the ancestral hall from the south courtyard.

Even before arriving at the ancestral hall, you can hear the chanting inside.

Jiang Fan took out a pack of Requiem Powder, sprinkled it directly on Qiao Qianyu, and then kicked him. Qiao Qianyu, who was like a dead dog, flew directly into the ancestral hall.

The requiem powder on his body instantly scattered like dust.

Qiao Qianyu's breath was also constantly draining, and it looked like he couldn't be saved.

"Bold! Who dares to go wild in my Jiang family!"

"Damn it, who did this?"

Someone at the door of the ancestral hall looked at the figure walking step by step and was shocked: "It's Jiang Fan!"

Jiang Fan was very calm. When he walked to the door of the ancestral hall, people in the ancestral hall kept falling to the ground. A few people with slightly higher realms were still struggling to hold on, and there were no Xiantian realm masters among them.

Without even thinking about saying hello, he found Jiang Zhenglong next to the main room and walked towards him.

Jiang Zhenglong was trembling all over and was about to fall down, but he still yelled angrily: "How outrageous! Jiang Fan! You are still so unruly in the ancestral hall. Can't you handle it according to family rules?..."

But the next second, he was kicked in the face by Jiang Fan, flew far away, knocked over the candlestick, and fell hard to the ground. He struggled on the ground for a while, but did not stand up.

Jiang Fan's father, the head of the family, Jiang Tianhai, also happened to walk into the ancestral hall at this time.

 

; Looking at the people lying on the ground, he frowned slightly: "Poisoned?"

The eldest lady Qiao Qingzhu is right next to Jiang Fan. She has cultivated her spirit and is not weak at all.

She watched her beloved son being knocked away with a ferocious expression.

"You little bastard, how dare you be so rude, you..."

Snapped--

Jiang Fan slapped him in the face without any scruples.

"Shut up bitch!"

Qiao Qingzhu was stunned when she was slapped. She had never been so humiliated since she was a child, especially after marrying into the Jiang family.

"How dare you hit me, you little bastard?"

"You're the one I'm beating!"

Snapped--

When Jiang Fan was about to slap him again, his wrist was suddenly held by someone. He tried to break free, but it was very difficult.

Jiang Fan's heart sank. "Master?"

Then I heard a man's voice from the side: "Xiaofan, stop fooling around."

Jiang Fan knew who it was.

He is a strict father, but he has no requirements for Jiang Fan. When Jiang Fan was finally driven out of Longze County by the royal family, Jiang Tianhai secretly sent someone to escort him to a medical center a hundred miles away, behind the back of his clan members.

Thereby changing his life.

However, they hadn't seen each other for many years, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

But he immediately regained his composure and regained his composure. The matter was not over yet.

He skillfully released his strength, broke away from Jiang Tianhai's hand, and took a few steps back. His father's realm was a bit higher than his, and he had half a foot in the late stage of the Xiantian realm.

Jiang Tianhai was surprised. He was so close, but he didn't see clearly how Jiang Fan broke free from his control. This requiem powder was of little use to a master of his level. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to prepare a stronger potion for Jiang Fan.

.

"How many can you protect?"

After saying that, he ran directly in the direction of Jiang Zhenglong.

Jiang Fanjiang pulled him down and asked him to kneel on the ground.

He was completely awake, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. He couldn't use any strength and felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Fan grabbed his neck.

"Let him go!" Jiang Tianhai said.

Jiang Fan had cold eyes, grabbed Jiang Zhenglong's neck, and lifted him over his head. The latter kept struggling but to no avail.

Qiao Qingzhu was about to rush over, but he stumbled to the ground before taking two steps, raising his head and glaring at Jiang Fan angrily.

"Let go of my son!"

Jiang Fan looked at her thoughtfully. "Let him go? He asked Qiao Qianyu to knock me off the cliff. How can this be counted? You sent people out to look for me, but they never got to the bottom of the cliff. How can this be counted?"

"

After speaking, he glared at Jiang Tianhai angrily: "Outsiders can see the whole thing clearly, but you, as the head of the family, turn a blind eye. How can you be such a father?"
To be continued...