Yang Jian did not try to keep Li Mengxue and Huangfu Qingyue.
Seeing the figures of the two girls gradually fade away and finally disappear at the end of the road, Yang Jian had to focus on the four people in front of him, especially the middle-aged ones. It is certain that none of these four people are casual characters.
After all, Li Mengxue is already the pearl in the Li family's eye and a hero among the girls who are known as the beauty of heaven.
Huangfu Qingyue, as Li Mengxue's shadow assistant, is also well-known.
But even as Li Mengxue and Huangfu Qingyue, they had a lot of things to say to Yang Jian, but they just said nothing and turned away because the other party nodded. Yang Jian couldn't imagine what could make them so afraid of?
Of course, even though she knew that the four people in front of her were extraordinary, Yang Jian did not change his attitude.
"I wonder what happened to my friends when I asked Mr. Ben? If I want to fight, pick up girls, and drink, Mr. Ben is very welcome. If there is any trouble, then I will be exempted. I, Yang Jian, are just a playboy and are not suitable for serious things."
Yang Jian acted like a slutty person, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, not caring about the four of them at all.
In fact, after a brief thought, Yang Jian had roughly guessed the identities of the four people in front of him. Since even Li Mengxue stayed away from them, and they did not act too humble when they knew Yang Jian's identity, it can be judged that their identity is similar to that of Li Mengxue and Yang Jian.
Moreover, their status must be higher than that of Yang Jian and Li Mengxue.
Yang Jian thought strangely: "As the identity of the old man, is there anyone here who has a higher status than him? Or, in fact, these four people are not as identities as the old man, but they are above me and below Mr. Yang?"
Yang Jian didn't care about his status, but he was becoming more and more curious about the four people in front of him.
Yang Jian was thinking curiously that the fifteen-year-old girl smiled cunningly and stretched out her slender jade fingers.
At first, Yang Jian didn't quite understand what the little girl wanted to do, but he just thought that the little girl's smile was quite cute. Her slender jade fingers were thin and white, as green as green, and very beautiful. Who knew that the next second, the little girl's fingers turned into the sickle of the god of death.
"Buzz!"
With a muffled sound like a balloon burst, a flame appeared on the little girl's fingertips, about the size of Yang Jian's fist. The little girl's fingers bounced gently, and the flame immediately flew towards Yang Jian at an astonishing speed.
With Yang Jian's eyesight, you can see the power of this flame at once.
Although this flame looks no different from ordinary fire, it seems that it can only burn people slightly when hitting people. But in fact, if an ordinary person is stained with this kind of flame, even if his little finger is left, most of them will be burned to pieces!
This kind of burning method is much more than a crematorium!
Yang Jian stepped hard under his feet, and instinctively wanted to jump up and avoid it.
But the moment he left, Yang Jian remembered that this was his home. Even if he could avoid it, the sofa he was sitting on would definitely be burned to ashes, and even other things in the room would not be spared.
Yang Jian doesn't want his home to be burned by others.
That's so embarrassing!
Yang Jian reached out and grabbed it forward, and an invisible wave appeared in the palm of his hand, covering the fireball. Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian slowly clenched his fists and forced the powerful fireball to destroy with his profound skills.
The moment the fireball disappeared, a few wisps of light smoke emerged from Yang Jian's fingers.
The middle-aged man and the two young men who were abnormal no matter how they looked, were shocked, and then looked at the little girl of fifteen or sixteen. From their expressions and movements, Yang Jian could see that they were shocked. They did not believe that Yang Jian had the ability to eliminate the fireball.
Just in shock, they remembered that they were not an expert in this field, so they looked at the girl.
They need more authoritative answers.
However, compared to them, the little girl was obviously even more surprised.
The little girl's mouth was so wide that she could almost put her fist in her fist, her eyes widened, and she said in shock: "You are not a psychic! But why can you emit such pure fire element energy fluctuations?"
The three men who were already shocked couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this.
I guess what the little girl said was like a bolt from the blue.
They looked at Yang Jian again, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a monster.
"Who are you? What does it mean to attack me suddenly?"
Yang Jian was very impatient. If he hadn't known that the four people in front of him had no malice towards him, he would have fought with the other party. It was precisely because he could not feel the other party's murderous aura that Yang Jian could not detect the little girl's attack in time just now.
"Yang Jian, don't be angry, we have no malice."
The middle-aged man noticed Yang Jian's dissatisfaction and quickly stepped forward and smoothed out: "Huo'er is still naughty and does things very hard. I hope you don't blame her. She just wants to make a joke with you."
"If you have malice, do you think you can still live?"
Yang Jian sat back on the sofa and said bluntly: "If you have any words, please say it quickly. Don't talk to me about these things. I have no interest in you."
Seeing Yang Jian's attitude, the two young men with weird appearances looked annoyed and pretended to come forward to accuse Yang Jian. However, before they really took action, they were stopped by the middle-aged and the little girl and pushed out of the door.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Yang Jian, have you used fire-type superpowers in the military hospital just now? No! That's not accurate, because you are not a psychic. I should say, have you used pure fire-type elements?"
In order to show his impatientness and lack of interest, Yang Jian deliberately yawned.
"So what if you have used it? So what if you haven't used it?"
Compared with the seemingly unruly, Yang Jian is much more delicate in his heart. Although Yang Jian is not interested in the words of middle-aged people as tongue twisters, he has to admire the other party's ability. Because Yang Jian just boils medicine, they can actually track down the situation in an instant.
At the same time, Yang Jian was sure that the other party had something to ask for.
As the saying goes, when politeness comes from others, you will have something to ask for.
This middle-aged man was treated like this by Yang Jian, and he didn't leave. It was no longer a simple word of cultivation. Yang Jian looked at him with interest and waited for him to speak.
Sure enough, as soon as Yang Jian showed an listening attitude, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "So that's it. Since Brother Yang has seen it, I won't turn the round. We do have something to ask Brother Yang for help, which is related to purgatory."
Yang Jian was slightly shocked and couldn't help but think of Huangfu Qingyue and Purgatory.
These four people just appeared and talked about the fire-type superpowers with Yang Jian. Have you discovered that Yang Jian destroyed his corpse last time?