There are rules in the clan. Disciples of the same clan are strictly forbidden to kill each other. If someone causes death unreasonably, the serious punishment will be to pay the murderer with his life or have his limbs cut off. The crime of abolishing the cultivation will be punished. The lightest punishment will be to cut off one limb and then be expelled from the clan and never return to the clan.
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Now that Yang Mingtao is dead, he was beaten to death by Yang Ningfeng, and because Yang Ningfeng is the eldest grandson of his direct line, it is very different from others. If he is convicted today, even if he does not have to pay with his life, the lightest and lightest possible punishment is
Being expelled from the family and never returning to the family, for the Yang family, it is not only a serious crime of disciples of the same family killing each other, but also means the ownership of the next heir of the clan leader.
"Yang Mingtao is using his death to fulfill his father and brother!"
People who understand this truth are very clear-minded.
Whoosh!
Almost everyone's eyes are looking at Yang Ningfeng. Everyone knows that today's Seven Bells Conference is the Judgment Conference, and it is about to begin now!
In these eyes, there are sympathy, worry, schadenfreude, cynicism, coldness... extremely complicated.
Yang Ningfeng suddenly raised his head. Facing so many pairs of eyes, his expression remained unchanged and calm. After a while, he lowered his head again, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling coldly. At this time, his face
In my heart, I secretly recorded the meaning of these people's eyes, and said to myself: "Remember these people. If you are good to me, if you have the opportunity, you will repay double. If you have the opportunity, you will repay double. If you are not good to me, you will also repay double."
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"You are so calm at this moment? It seems that I really underestimated this son, and today my eldest brother who has ignored family affairs for more than ten years is actually here. Although it is for my son, but now I
I still can’t see through his cultivation...!”
Regarding Yang Ningfeng's calmness and the sudden but not unexpected arrival of Yang Wenxuan, Yang Wentang felt a shiver in his heart. For no apparent reason, he smelled something unusual.
Suddenly, Yang Wentang had real murderous intentions towards Yang Ningfeng. He had been afraid of Yang Wenxuan's strength all these years, but he did not dare to act rashly, but he knew very well that he could not touch Yang Wenxuan, but if Yang Wenxuan had no heirs, the position of patriarch would really have a chance.
In the hands of his father and son, he is a calm and prudent person. Due to his status, he has never dared to deal with Yang Ningfeng personally. He also considered the feelings of his clan members, so he has never deliberately tried to kill Yang Ningfeng.
But now, he finally made up his mind that Yang Ningfeng could not stay. With murderous intent, his left index finger, which was flat on the armrest of the chair, moved slightly.
Only Yang Xuanhong understood the meaning of this move. He immediately stood out from the crowd, knelt down, and cried out in tears: "Grandpa, elders, uncles, you must uphold justice for Ming Tao, you must make the decision for Ming Tao,
He died so unjustly!"
Yang Ningfeng raised her eyebrows slightly: "Here we come!"
"Xuanhong, get up first and speak slowly if you have anything to say. Tell everyone what is going on." Although Yang Teng was extremely reluctant to see his own flesh and blood killed, as the leader of the clan, he could not
Shi Que had no choice but to speak out. He glanced at Yang Ningfeng who had his head lowered, then sighed softly and spoke in a low voice.
"Grandpa, it's him. It was Yang Ningfeng who beat my brother to death. It was him!" But Yang Xuanhong didn't get up. He was still kneeling. He just raised his head sharply and pointed at Yang Ningfeng. His voice was fierce, his face was ferocious, and he screamed in anger.
"Do you have evidence?" A look of sorrow rose in Yang Teng's eyes, mourning the death of a grandson, and even more mourning now that one grandson was pointing angrily at another grandson.
"Grandpa, what more evidence do you need? Everyone in the clan knows that my brother had a conflict with Yang Ningfeng and was injured by him. He died shortly after being sent to the medical hall!" Yang Xuanhong said with a choked voice.
"Xuanhong, don't talk to your grandfather like this."
At this time, Yang Zhen, the third elder, suddenly stood up and spoke. First, he scolded Yang Xuanhong gently, and then said to Yang Teng: "Clan leader, everyone knows about this matter. I also investigated it just now. Yang Mingtao
It was indeed Yang Ningfeng who was injured to death."
Hearing this, Yang Teng did not answer, but just stared at Yang Zhen intently. His gaze was like a blade, as if it was going to pierce Yang Zhen's heart.
"Does this old guy know about my relationship with Xuan Hong?"
Yang Zhen's heart was shocked. But on the surface, he remained calm and faced Yang Teng's eyes calmly.
"Yang Ningfeng, come out!"
Yang Teng finally moved his eyes away from Yang Zhen and looked at Yang Ningfeng.
"Yes, Grandpa!"
Yang Ningfeng walked out calmly, then knelt down: "My grandson Ningfeng pays homage to grandpa... Dear uncles, elders, and elders, hello!"
"Get up and talk." Yang Teng waved his hand and said.
Yang Ningfeng was not pretentious and stood up after hearing this.
"Presumptuous! How can you stand and speak now that you are waiting for sin?"
But as soon as Yang Ningfeng stood up, Yang Zhen suddenly shouted.
Whoosh!
As if cooperating with Yang Zhen, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring straight at Yang Ningfeng, almost burning him up. Some of them were strong men from the Yang family with profound cultivation. Their eyes seemed to be able to kill people, and one look could make people collapse.
Same.
"Hmph, they are putting pressure on you. You must be the leader of the clan, and these people must be purged." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit sensed this, and immediately became dissatisfied, muttering.
"Haha, let's get through this disaster first!"
Yang Ningfeng said very calmly, secretly transporting the five qi back to the original path, and the energy in his body moved quietly, trying to resolve and resist the pressure these people deliberately put on him.
"snort!"
At this time, a cold snort suddenly sounded, and a mighty aura suddenly erupted, turning into an invisible energy that enveloped Yang Ningfeng. Then, before everyone could react, Yang Wenxuan's voice resounded throughout the entire ancestral hall.
: "Right now the jury is still out on right and wrong. Anyone who dares to attack my son or harm Ningfeng will be killed by me without mercy!"
boom!
The sound was actually not loud, but it was no different than the sound of thunder on a sunny day. Everyone looked at Yang Wenxuan in shock.
At this time, Yang Wenxuan didn't look even a little drunk. His eyes were shining brightly, like a god.
"This is the real young master, the young master is back!"
"Brother Wenxuan, you are finally back!"
Seeing Yang Wenxuan like this, those who supported Yang Wentang were all shocked. They all felt that Yang Wenxuan suddenly became taller and more unpredictable. Those who had always supported Yang Wenxuan before, but were heartbroken by Yang Wenxuan's degradation in recent years, were even more heartbroken.
It suddenly became lively, and even people like Yang Wenxiong, who were die-hard fans of Yang Wenxuan, were so excited that tears began to well up in their eyes.
Yang Wentang was the most shocked. If he hadn't been well-educated and well-educated, he would have been so frightened that he stood up. But no matter how calm and calm he was, he now learned that Yang Wenxuan not only had no strength due to his addiction to alcohol for more than ten years.
Less, on the contrary, it was better than before. When it reached an unfathomable level, his hands on the armrests on both sides of the seat began to tremble uncontrollably.
Yang Xuanhong and Yang Zhen quickly looked at each other in shock. They both saw the shock in their eyes, but at the same time, they also saw the fierceness in the other's eyes. Yang Wenxuan has indeed been pretending all these years. In this case,
Yang Ningfeng cannot live in this world anymore, and the plan must be carried out to the end.
"Zongpin, I really didn't expect that I was wrong last night. Your father should be at the sixth level of Zongpin. With such strength, he deserves to be the number one master of your Yang family!"
In order to protect his son, Yang Wenxuan decided to stop pretending. He just used one person to secretly resolve dozens of people's secret pressure on Yang Ningfeng, which was a declaration to everyone of his current cultivation level. But because the Yang family has been there for too many years, no one has been able to break through.
Zongpin realm, so although everyone has an unfathomable feeling about Yang Wenxuan, no one can be sure of Yang Wenxuan's specific strength.
But the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was different. He had never seen many experts at the peak of the sect, or at the peak of a higher level, so he immediately judged Yang Wenxuan's strength.
"No, my father is so powerful? Sixth-level sect? Isn't that even more powerful than the city lord who is known as the number one master in Wu Ning City? Haha, my father is mighty! A great hero!"
Listening to the words of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit in his consciousness, Yang Ningfeng was both shocked and excited, and almost jumped up and cheered!
The moment his father helped him resolve the pressure of those people, he felt that his father's cultivation was unfathomable, but he would never think about it at the level of a clan. If the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit's judgment was correct,
Then his father's strength is not only the number one expert in the Yang family, but also the number one expert in the entire Wu Ning City!
According to his understanding of some powerful people in the mainland, the sixth-level sects are probably already capable of being called "masters" among the martial arts cultivators in the entire Chongyuan Continent!
"What's so exciting about this? As long as you practice well, it doesn't matter what your clan strength is. You will never be worse than your father." Seeing Yang Ningfeng being so excited, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit's slightly disdainful voice sounded again.
Now that those people were frightened by Yang Wenxuan, no one dared to do anything dirty anymore, and Yang Ningfeng felt relieved. However, although he had received the protection of his father, he still felt that many disdainful and contemptuous eyes in the entire ancestral hall were still on him.
His body was being shot with deadly force.
"I will definitely practice hard. I can't let my father protect me all my life. I want to become stronger and let these people who look down on me know how naive they are!"
Yang Ningfeng knew that these people looked down upon him because he was only a sixth-level scholar. In his heart, he once again desperately wanted to gain powerful power. He knew that the reason why these people wanted to deal with him today was because he was too weak now.
Let me ask, if he had as much power as his father now, who would dare to touch him? It would be too late to flatter him!
In a world where strength is respected, strength is everything!
"Wenxuan, in everyone's eyes, Ningfeng and Mingtao are the same. No one wants to harm him. It's just that Ningfeng has committed murder and violated the clan rules by killing Mingtao. Although he is the eldest grandson of the direct line,
, but you can’t mess with the rules..." Yang Zhen glanced at Yang Wentang, raised his face, looked at Yang Wenxuan and said.
"Bullshit clan rules, why don't you tell me about the clan rules..." But before Yang Zhen could finish his words, Yang Wenxuan interrupted angrily.
"Wenxuan!"
Yang Teng frowned and shouted in a deep voice.
"snort!"
Yang Wenxuan did not dare to rush into Yang Teng. This was his father. After snorting, he simply closed his eyes and muttered: "You can say whatever you want, but who dares to touch my son?"
"Dad is so strong!"
Yang Ningfeng almost laughed out loud! When her heart felt warm for her father's love and care, she even worshiped her father to the extreme. So heroic, so strong!
At this moment, Yun Luo, who was standing at the door of the ancestral hall, was even more excited and filled with tears...