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Chapter 882

Yang Tianhuang held the mobile phone. After thinking for a while, he called the capital boss who supported him.

"Mr. Peng, you said before that you would help me invite a few more patriarchs of the twenty-eight martial arts families to come forward. I need them to come forward now. I wonder, Mr. Peng, can you arrange it now?"

"The warriors enshrined by our capital force are the patriarchs of the three Zhao, Qian, and Sun families in Qin Province. Let me help you contact Mr. Zhao now. If you have any demands, you can tell Mr. Zhao, but remember, don't

Offend Mr. Zhao."

"Thank you, Mr. Peng, for your support." Yang Tianhuang said happily.

Ever since Yang Tianhuang's luck changed, the capital behind him has given him unprecedented support.

A few minutes later, Yang Tianhuang received a reply from Mr. Peng, saying that he had contacted Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhao promised to help him.

After Yang Tianhuang felt confident, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Chen Xingran's number.

"Chen Xingran, this is Yang Tianhuang, let's talk."

Yang Tianhuang's consciousness had not yet entered the picture scroll. He took the phone and said calmly: "What are you talking about?"

"My son was forced to jump off a building and became paralyzed. I want you to cure my son."

"Mr. Yang, are you asking for help?"

"I'm not begging you, I'm asking you to do it."

"What you said, I have to do it if you ask me to do it? Why?"

Yang Tianhuang changed the topic at this time: "Chen Xingran, are you still Xie Yangzhen? If you are still, meet and have a chat. I will let you know why you have to compromise."

Chen Xingran thought for a while, now his company has been suppressed by Yang Tianhuang, this is not a problem.

Anyway, now that Yang Tianhuang's treasure was in his own hands, something was wrong, so he immediately asked Black Wolf to burn the treasure.

Chen Xingran said: "It's time to meet. You wait for me where you are and I'll meet you in half an hour."

Yang Tianhuang asked strangely: "Do you know where I am now?"

"Haha." Chen Xingran laughed and then hung up the phone.

Chen Xingran completely withdrew his consciousness, then took the scroll with him, went out, called a taxi, and drove towards the Yang family's ancestral grave.

Half an hour later.

Yang Tianhuang met Chen Xingran.

"You sent someone to follow me?" Yang Tianhuang asked immediately when he saw Chen Xingran suddenly appearing.

"I don't need to follow you." Chen Xingran said.

"Then how did you know I was here?"

"I've done some tricks on your ancestral grave. Whenever there is a slight change in the feng shui, I will feel it." Chen Xingran said half-truthfully.

"Hmph, then you should also be able to see that the tricks you used on my Yang family's ancestral grave have now been wiped out! Moreover, the Feng Shui pattern arranged by Master Qin Haixia will make my luck stronger and stronger. Sooner or later, it will happen

Crush you to death!"

"You're right, the Feng Shui master you hired is really powerful, but he calculated it all, and I don't know if he calculated that today is the day you will die."

"Chen Xingran, you are looking for death. I am not afraid to tell you that I have invited Mr. Zhao from Qin Province. Mr. Zhao is a top martial arts family ranked among the twenty-eight martial arts families. He and Du Tiande are very different.

.”

Chen Xingran laughed and said: "Mr. Yang, I'm not afraid to tell you that even if you invite the Jade Emperor, they won't be able to help you. Oh, by the way, I just sent you a photo. See if it looks familiar.

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