After a few breaths, the children of the Ye family kept coming, and at this moment, the old man stood in front of the ancestral hall with a strong earth-yellow light. His long gray hair was not moving in the wind, his face was as heavy as water, and there was a three-foot-long earth-yellow sword beside him.

'Zhengzheng' sounds and Lingran dances.

The important place of the family was invaded by outsiders. How could Ye Chengan tolerate such provocation? He remained motionless and pointed his right hand diagonally with two fingers. The slowly rotating three-foot khaki long sword stopped abruptly. Then, it shot out like a crossbow arrow.

, turned into an earthy yellow stream of light and struck into the ancestral hall.

"bite"

The flow of light was too fast! Yang Qing only had time to take out the long stick and move it out at an angle, and the tip of the sword was already pierced into the dark black stick.

The force carried by the tip of the sword was too strong, and the long stick Wu Lie could not hold it, and it hit his chest. The khaki real energy on the long sword turned into arrow-shaped energy and tore the black warrior uniform into strips.

The scars of rolled muscles were all over Yang Qing's ragged upper body, and his whole body was thrown up by this powerful force.

His arms were almost unconscious, his sleeves were shattered into rags, his rough face was filled with despair, and he struggled and fell towards the stepped altar table.

Ye Chengan's cold expression changed slightly. He was a monk in the late stage of Ding Ling. He did not kill the opponent with a full blow. This was beyond his expectation, but he did not hesitate to strike. His body remained still and he struck again with his fingers.

The khaki three-foot long sword spun in the air and shot at Yang Qing, who was falling miserably.

"Uncle, spare your life!" Li Mengjie screamed in horror, the sharp sound in her gentle voice.

This shout caused the long sword that was struck by the shot to stop in the air. At this time, Yang Qing's upper body was dripping with blood, and he fell on the sandalwood altar table with a loud bang. The blood droplets shattered on the collapsed altar.

On the altar table.

Ye Lingfei's delicate face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground with a bang, and begged with tears in her eyes, "Uncle, please don't kill him."

"Uncle, spare your life. If you want to vent your hatred, just kill my mother and daughter." Li Mengjie knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and begged hoarsely.

Ye Chengan's thick eyebrows furrowed and he glared at the mother and daughter who were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy. Just when he was about to speak, there was a loud bang and the sandalwood altar was turned into pieces.

The pieces of wood collapsed suddenly,

I saw that Yang Qing took advantage of this short period of time to leave countless blood drops in the air and bounced out from between the broken altar tables. Ye Chengan's face became darker, he snorted coldly, and made a horizontal stroke with his khaki-colored fingers, using his three-foot long sword.

If he cuts it out horizontally, his body and head will be separated with one blow.

Yang Qing didn't have time to panic, and was unwilling to sit back and wait for death, so he struggled to death, stamping his feet wildly, and threw himself forward.

"Zheng!"

The strong wind caused by the long sword cutting through the air blew the less than four inches of unkempt black hair. Before the black hair could be blown down by the strong wind, a strand of it had already been cut off. The khaki long sword stopped suddenly, turned over and cut.

, the head under the sword must be cut into two pieces.

Yang Qing's face tightened, and he pounced down even faster, stepping forward like a snake under his feet.

"Zheng!"

The ragged warrior uniform was cut to pieces again, and a chill hit the waist. A half-foot-long red line appeared. Without waiting for the muscles to roll outward, the khaki long sword stopped cutting downwards. It felt like it was held by a pair of strong hands.

Stand still becomes extremely fast thrust.

"Peng!"

Ignoring the pain in their waists, Ye Lingfei and her daughter couldn't care less about the bruises on their foreheads. Just as the long sword stabbed fiercely, Yang Qing suddenly slapped the ground with both hands and feet at the same time, and his body jumped forward in the air.

"Qiang!"

The khaki long sword penetrated the hard marble floor, missing Yang Qing's descendants by just an inch. The sharpness and strength of the long sword were enough to sink the sword into the ground, but it was definitely useless. How could Ye Chengan do this?

After making such a mistake, he drew out his sword and attacked again!

"Click, click, click"

Yang Qing's face was expressionless, and he ignored the long sword behind him. Before his body landed, he raised his arms and struck at the more than thirty tablets that had not broken the restrictions.

The thin restraint on the tablet was instantly broken, and the thick sandalwood tablet was smashed into pieces of sawdust.

"Thieves, suffer death!"

Ye Chengan stared angrily, and the khaki true energy in his body surged out, arrogantly surging like a dragon. He only used his long sword to attack because he didn't want to destroy the memorial tablets of the Ye family's ancestors, which were already broken into pieces.

, no longer retain it, and will cast out the spell with astonishing destructive power!

"Stop!" The loud shouting made the window paper tremble, and Yang Qing fell down among the sawdust turned into more than thirty memorial tablets. He looked fierce and raised a fist with stretched veins.

Ye Chengan's hand that was about to form a seal was still in front of his chest, and the earth-yellow essence around him was rolling endlessly. He stared angrily and paused the attack, "Humph!".

At this time, Ye Hua and Ye Renxuan had come and stood behind Ye Chengan, looking furious and ready to kill at any time.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Dozens of fluorescent figures of various colors fell from the air to the ground, and the children of the Ye family running on the ground continued to merge in. There were teenagers, young people, and middle-aged people. In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred people gathered, and the ancestral hall was completely surrounded with angry expressions.

"If I don't kill you, I can't vent my anger." Ye Hua was furious, summoned the light red sword and stepped forward to kill him. Ye Chengan was so angry that he withdrew his khaki true energy and stood to watch.

"If you dare to step forward, I will crush the ancestral space ring of the Ye family," Yang Qing said fiercely with a ferocious look on his face. He stood up staggeringly, his upper body covered with muscle curling scars, and his legs were shaking slightly.

The extremely fast dodge is full of explosive potential. An ordinary monk in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm would have been killed by the first blow.

"Huh?" Ye Hua stopped, angry and confused, and then looked at Yang Qing's clenched fist, and then at the gray ring on his right hand.

"Space ring?" Ye Chengan stepped in front of the door and asked angrily and suspiciously.

The hundreds of disciples gathered in front of the ancestral hall stirred and crowded forward. Ye Renxuan's expression was complicated, both angry and happy.

Yang Qing sneered and glanced at their feet threateningly. His whole body muscles trembled, and the hideous wounds stopped bleeding. Ye Lingfei, mother and daughter, with mixed emotions such as fear and surprise, stood up and ran behind him, with a big

Tears fell softly, and there was a blood stasis on his forehead.

"Don't look at it, your ring is fake," Yang Qing said with a sneer, holding his head high and standing straight.

Ye Hua wears a gray ring on his right hand. The style is similar to the one worn by the person in the portrait, but it lacks an antique feel.

Ye Chengan and everyone else looked at the angry Ye Hua with confusion, wondering why a ring was said to be fake.

"Looking for death, I will take your life right now," Ye Hua said angrily, holding a long sword and charging in.

"Do you think I'm joking again?" Yang Qing said coldly. As soon as he moved his palm, a simple gray ring appeared between his fingers, and he pretended to crush it.

"Come back!" Ye Chengan shouted angrily, "Don't rush to kill him now, wait for him to explain."

Ye Hua's angry look froze, and he slowly retracted his legs and feet as he entered the ancestral hall. He stared at it for a moment, and the long sword with fiery red light in his hand trembled, as if he was about to break away.

The ragged black warrior uniform on Yang Qing's body was soaked in thick blood and stuck to his skin. He stood calmly, with a cold expression and no fear. He said in a cold voice, "This space ring is the identity of the successive heads of the Ye family.

A symbol of a space with a radius of one hundred feet.”

Before the words were finished, the Ye family disciples were in an uproar. They had only learned about the space ring in ancient books, because the space ring was very rare, and the refining method was not something ordinary monks could know. It was said that it was made from the monk's Zifu.

It was stripped and refined. This method of manipulating space is too appalling.

The monk's Purple Mansion can store items, but there are many restrictions. Magical weapons, magic weapons, etc. that can damage the spiritual roots, dark energy that can pollute the spiritual roots, etc., and items with attributes that conflict with the spiritual roots cannot be stored. And space rings can't be stored.

Different, you can store any items as long as the space inside the ring can bear it.

This is the preciousness of the space ring!

The children of the Ye family are more skeptical. They don't believe that the man in black is wearing a space ring on his finger, and they have never heard of the token passed down by the Ye family to symbolize the head of the family.

For a moment, the noise became louder, people crowded forward, and their consciousnesses swept around, but the space ring had been recognized by Yang Qing with a drop of blood, and no one else could try to find out.

Recognizing the owner of the space ring by dripping blood is not because of greed, but because of the material of the space ring, it is difficult for him to damage it even if he does not recognize the owner.

Yang Qing looked coldly, observing the expressions of Ye Chengan and Ye Hua.

"Quiet!" Ye Renxuan used his true energy to shout angrily, his voice rolling.

Following the angry shouting, there was silence for a moment. The elders of the Ye family were scolded by the younger generation, and their faces were ugly. The scene at this time was not easy to break out.

"How can I believe you?" Ye Chengan suppressed his anger and said coldly.

"You can tell by looking at the portraits of the successive heads of the Ye family!" Yang Qing replied coldly, without losing any strength on his fingers.

"It's really the same. This is a belonging of the Ye family. Come back soon." Ye Chengan glanced at the gray ring on Ye Hua's right hand and said coldly.

"Let the three of us leave Yunxi City!" Yang Qing said coldly without changing his expression.

"Threat? Huh! You stole in my Ye family ancestral hall, and you want to threaten me with this. How can I let you go? Although the space ring is precious, it is just a foreign object," Ye Chengan said angrily.

Ye Chengan had the highest seniority, and the children of the Ye family did not dare to interrupt. Ye Hua and Ye Renxuan's expressions changed, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Why did this happen? You and I know Du Ming. I sneaked into the ancestral hall, firstly to survive, and secondly because I thought there was something fishy about Ye Hao's death." Yang Qing said coldly, his rough face looking pale due to blood loss.

Ye Lingfei shed tears and pressed her arms against the injury on Yang Qing's waist. Li Mengjie's scarred forehead was red and swollen, and she stared at Ye Hua resentfully.

Yang Qing's words made the Ye family disciples whisper again. Ye Hua and Ye Renxuan looked even more ugly. If Ye Chengan hadn't been there, they would have rushed in and killed them.

"How can you, an outsider, interfere with the affairs of the Ye family? Return the space ring, I will destroy your cultivation, and let you and the other three leave. From now on, we will have nothing to do with you." Ye Chengan narrowed his eyes, paused for a moment, and said coldly

said.
Chapter completed!