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Chapter 50 Yi Tian is angry

Li Tianya's disobedient appearance made the disciples of the Tianjian Sect realize that Yang Zixiao was probably the one who killed Zhang Wude, and turned around and looked at Yang Zixiao, who was bloodless.

Tatta...

Suddenly, a burst of rapid and powerful messy footsteps came from outside the courtyard wall, causing the ground to tremble slightly. From the footsteps, it can be roughly judging that there are at least dozens of people.

Li Tianya's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he was gasping for breath. As the footsteps outside the door were getting closer, a decisive and fierce light suddenly burst out from his turbid eyes, and he suddenly kicked Yang Zixiao who was kneeling on the ground without any warning.

Li Tianya's angry kick was fierce, as if he had put all his strength into it, and could completely break the mountain and crack the stone.

"Bang!"

Yang Zixiao was kneeling and was kicked away from a distance, and with a bang, he hit the courtyard wall more than ten meters away behind him, and almost fell into it. The courtyard wall was hit by a powerful impact and collapsed instantly. The sound of rocks rolling down instantly obscured Yang Zixiao's body, and it was too late to scream.

"Hiss!"

When everyone saw this scene, they immediately took a breath of air conditioning. They looked at Li Tianya with a gloomy face and then Yang Zixiao buried in rocks, with a look of shock.

What a ruthless kick!

After being beaten by this, even if Yang Zixiao is lucky enough to die, he will definitely not be able to escape the fate of being disabled.

Yi Tian and Luo Miaoyu looked at Li Tianya in surprise, and they didn't expect that he would suddenly take such a ruthless move, and they were a little at a loss for a moment.

Yang Zixiao is a disciple of the Tianjian Sect after all. As one of the elders of the inner sect of the Tianjian Sect, after hearing that Yang Zixiao was the murderer who killed Zhang Wude, he didn't even ask, and just said nothing, and was too cruel to attack his disciples without saying a word.

What's more, is this necessary?

"You... Elder Li, what do you mean?" Yi Tian calmed down a little, and rushed to the collapsed courtyard wall to check Yang Zixiao's injuries. He found that although he was seriously injured, he was not in danger of his life. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head and said to Li Tianya with great dissatisfaction.

"Even Lord Zhang's son dares to kill. This evil beast is worthy of death!" Li Tianya ignored Yi Tian's reproach and cursed angrily with anger on his face.

"Elder Li, you haven't asked yet, why do you think so arbitrarily that Yang Zixiao killed that Zhang Wude?" Yi Tian retorted with a very unpleasant expression.

Although he guessed that Li Tianya was doing this, it was probably just intentional for Zhang Tianfang to see, he knew in his heart that he was the one who actually killed Zhang Wude, and Yang Zixiao was just taking the blame for him. If Yang Zixiao was really killed by Li Tianya for this, he would probably be uneasy from now on.

"I don't need you, a stinky brat, to point fingers when doing things." Li Tianya glared at Yi Tian and said in a cold voice.

"Hmph! Elder Li is so majestic!" A cold snorted from outside the gate. A burly middle-aged man looked gloomy and walked towards him with big strides.

Behind him were many officers and soldiers wearing unified official uniforms, all of whom were fully equipped and aggressive. Dozens of people rushed into the mansion like a tide, making the originally spacious yard a little crowded.

The middle-aged man in the lead was Zhang Tianfang, one of the only three deputy city lords in Luoyang City. He was wearing a gray robe and a pair of white boots. He stepped in the air and his clothes were fluttering like a god, looking down at the sentient beings below. His casual cold snorted like a muffled thunder, which shocked everyone's chests and almost couldn't breathe. Several disciples of the Tianjian Sect who had a poor cultivation level were even shocked and vomited blood, and fainted with a muffled groan.

What a domineering momentum!

What a powerful pressure!

He is worthy of being one of the top ten masters in Luoyang City!

Zhang Tianfang made such a move as soon as he appeared. All the disciples of Tianjian Sect were shocked. They didn't care about their pale face and dizzy heads. They gathered behind Li Tianya and formed a confrontation with Zhang Tianfang.

The atmosphere in the yard was extremely tense instantly, and the strong smell of gunpowder filled the air, as if a spark was gently ripped out and it could explode.

It is silent and silent, and the needle can be heard.

The sword is tense and about to break out!

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect have never been as nervous as they are now. No, they should be said to be frightened. They all held their breath and focused, carefully watching Zhang Tianfang and his group's every move.

The Tianjian Sect is respected as the leader of the right path of the Dream Continent. It has a long history and a profound foundation. It is admired by everyone in the world. Being able to become a disciple of the Tianjian Sect is undoubtedly the dream that thousands of practitioners always dream of.

The Tianjian Sect has three simple words, but it is the greatest pride of countless disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

However, at this moment, facing Zhang Tianfang, the legendary legendary figure and one of the top ten masters in Luoyang City, their pride was instantly shattered.

The other person just snorted coldly, which shocked everyone, and they all became frightened birds. It is conceivable how profound Zhang Tianfang's cultivation is.

Others may be better. Yi Tian and Luo Miaoyu, who have no cultivation at all, are the most vulnerable among all. They are completely affected. They are shocked and fall to the ground. Until now, they still have golden stars in their eyes, thunderstorms in their ears, and their chests are breathless like a huge rock pressing on them.

"Are you okay?" Yi Tian resisted the discomfort, carefully checked her physical condition, and asked with concern.

Luo Miaoyu's condition was even worse than Yi Tian. Her pretty face was as pale as snow, with no blood. Her beautiful eyebrows were frowning tightly, and her expression seemed very painful. She opened her mouth and breathed rapidly, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corners of her mouth. Her graceful body trembled slightly, and she was obviously seriously injured.

Since meeting Luo Miaoyu, Yi Tian has really put it in her mouth and was afraid of melting it. He held it in his palm and was afraid of falling. He couldn't even bear to scold her. He was so precious. He never thought that this damn Zhang Tianfang would hurt Luo Miaoyu like this when he came, which made Yi Tian feel distressed and angry.

Angry, furious!

I am so proud of the Gobi Desert, and I dare to hurt my wife!

What a peerless strong man is nothing, the deputy city lord is amazing? So what about the top ten masters of Luoyang City?

If you dare to be arrogant in front of me, you will still have to pay the price!

Yi Tian clenched his fists tightly, looked up at Zhang Tianfang, who was standing in the middle of the yard, as high as a god, and his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp and vicious light burst out from his eyes.

Now he can't beat this old monster for the time being, but he will write down this hatred first!

Zhang Tianfang seemed to notice Yi Tian's aggressive gaze, and his gaze turned around with a sound. When he saw that the master of the gaze was just an ordinary person with no cultivation, he couldn't help but be stunned, as if he didn't expect that there would be ordinary people in the outer garrison of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

What surprised him even more was that the disciples of the Tianjian Sect present looked at him with shock and fear that they dared not speak out. Only this guy, except for the angry that was suppressed in his eyes, did not have a trace of horror.
Chapter completed!
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