Chapter 1110: Stepping on the Qilin Martial Arts Hall
At this time, Weisheng Martial Arts Hall also realized that someone was making trouble, and many disciples gathered from all directions, surrounding Ye Qingyang and others.
"Boy, you dare to come here to cause trouble, don't you want to live?" the disciples around shouted loudly.
One of the older disciples came forward and said coldly: "Who are you? Why are you here to make trouble?"
"Tell your host Shen Weiming to come out!" Ye Qingyang said coldly.
"Our host is not here!" the man said.
Ye Qingyang gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I'll say it again, call him out, otherwise I will overturn this place today!"
"You have such a loud tone!" the man shouted coldly: "I am Qi Longzhu, a disciple of the Dragon Generation of Wei Sheng Martial Arts School. If you dare to come here to cause trouble, let me teach you a lesson first!"
Saying that, Qi Longzhu clenched his fists and rushed towards Ye Qingyang.
"Bang!"
Before everyone could see what was going on, they saw Qi Longzhu flying high into the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground unconscious.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
Everyone hurried forward.
"If he dares to hit senior brother, let's fight together!"
In an instant, dozens of disciples present frantically surrounded Ye Qingyang.
"A bunch of guys who don't know how to live or die!"
Ye Qingyang shouted loudly, and his whole body's true energy surged. He was like a dragon emerging from the water, carrying an unrivaled strong wind, rushing towards the crowd, and knocking everyone away.
Those people felt as if they had been hit by a truck. In an instant, most of the people in the crowd were thrown away.
The remaining part was also hit and fell by the falling crowd.
In less than half a minute, dozens of disciples all fell to the ground, ranging from slight skin injuries to vomiting blood and falling into coma.
"If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, I won't be merciful!"
Ye Qingyang said coldly and walked towards the three-story building.
"You guys! Why don't you treat him like a second-rate person? If he didn't stop just now, you would all be dead! Cherish your little life!"
Mr. Hu cursed at the group of people as if he hated the iron, and then followed Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang came to the building, and the people inside were already frightened.
Many people looked through the windows and saw the scene where Ye Qingyang defeated dozens of people by himself.
"Where is Shen Weiming's office?" Ye Qingyang grabbed a young man and asked.
"Third floor, third floor!"
The young man said in panic.
Ye Qingyang strode towards the third floor. On the third floor, he saw the words, Chairman's Office.
Ye Qingyang pushed open the office door. Inside, there were several burly men in martial arts uniforms, sitting on the coffee table on the sofa, drinking tea.
One of the bearded men looked at Ye Qingyang up and down and said calmly: "You were the one who beat up dozens of disciples in our martial arts hall downstairs just now, right?"
Ye Qingyang ignored his words and asked instead: "Where is Shen Weiming?"
"I am the vice president of Weiwei Company and the deputy owner of Weiwei Martial Arts School. If you have any questions, just ask me!" The bearded man stood up and came to Ye Qingyang.
"What? The owner didn't dare to come out, so he asked the people below to support him?" Ye Qingyang said coldly, and then he suddenly stretched out a hand. Before the big man could react, he grabbed him tightly by the collar. : "You asked me to talk to you, right? Then let me ask you, where is my sister? Where did Shen Weiming hide my sister?"
"What sister? I don't know, let go!"
The big man struggled to break free.
"Let go!"
The expressions of the rest of the people also changed drastically in an instant, and they stepped forward one by one to protest against Ye Qingyang.
However, Ye Qingyang didn't pay attention to the others at all. He directly lifted the big man up high with one hand, his feet were off the ground, and his collar was tightly strangled around his neck, and his whole face was red from suppressing it.
"Cough, cough, cough, let... let go of me!"
The big man struggled wildly with his hands, but Ye Qingyang was too strong. In front of Ye Qingyang, he was as powerless as a three-year-old child.
"Didn't you hear what I said clearly? Either tell me where my sister is? Or, call Shen Wei out now!" Ye Qingyang's eyes burst into scarlet light: "I only give you three seconds to count, 3 ..."
"Boy, don't mess around!"
The other strong men shouted.
"2!"
"1!"
After Ye Qingyang finished speaking, he shook it violently.
"Crack!"
The window shattered!
The strong man was thrown out of the window by Ye Qingyang and fell directly downstairs!
"Asshole!"
The remaining strong men were furious, picked up the weapons and rushed towards Ye Qingyang.
"You guys come with him!"
Ye Qingyang shouted loudly, shook his arms, and a powerful cyclone burst out from behind Ye Qingyang and blasted forward.
"boom!"
"Click! Click!"
In an instant, it was like a typhoon passing through the house. All the windows on the third floor were shattered. The remaining few strong men, along with the desks, chairs and vases in the house, were directly blown out of the third floor by the cyclone and fell heavily. onto the concrete floor.
This scene shocked everyone outside.
"Did something explode up there?"
"No, it was that young man who used Qi!"
"So strong? Oh my god!"
...
However, the few strong men who were kicked out were all practitioners. Ye Qingyang could see that the leading one among them, the strong man with a hairy beard, was already at a high level of internal energy.
Therefore, in front of ordinary people, these guys can walk sideways.
Moreover, with their skills, their lives would not be in danger if they fell from the third floor.
The next second, Ye Qingyang flew down from the third floor, jumped in front of the bearded man, and asked condescendingly: "Tell me, where is Shen Weiming?"
"I have no idea!"
The strong man vomited blood, but he was still very stubborn.
For a master of internal strength, he only suffered some superficial injuries, so he was not afraid at all.
But Ye Qingyang didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, raised his foot and stepped on the strong man's knee.
Click!
One of the strong man's legs was instantly trampled off.
"ah!"
The strong man gritted his teeth, his lips trembling in pain.
"You haven't said yes yet?"
Ye Qingyang's eyes exuded an aura that was like a hellscape, and he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the second leg!
Click!
"ah!"
With a painful scream, the strong man's second leg strangely bent outwards, looking very terrifying.
"A man has three legs, and now you have broken two! If you don't tell me, I will destroy your third leg!"
Ye Qingyang said, raising his foot and stepping between the strong man's legs.
"No, no, I...I said! I said!"
The strong man finally gave up!
A broken leg can be reattached, but if his lifeblood is gone, his life will be ruined.
He had never seen such a ruthless character as Ye Qingyang. Now he could no longer care about his own face and said hurriedly: "Master Shen, he...his...Qilin Wu in Chuzhou Pavilion!"
"Qilin Martial Arts School?" Ye Qingyang frowned.
"Qilin Martial Arts School is the largest martial arts school in Jiangnan Province, and it is also the strongest sect. If you have the courage, go there and find our owner!" The strong man gritted his teeth.
"Oh? Are you looking for a backer? No wonder you dare to kidnap my sister!" Ye Qingyang's eyes exuded a strong murderous intent and said to Lao Hu: "Let's go to Chuzhou and destroy the Qilin Martial Arts Hall!!"