Master: If you go down the mountain, you will be invincible. I will bring disaster to the whole worl

In the face of Su Ziyue's excessive request, An Zhiqing nodded emphatically.

The landlord's family has no surplus food, and the mecha is directly turned into a villa, which is an astronomical amount of money, and An Meinu can only admit it.

"If it doesn't work, I'll call 12315 to complain about you!" Su

Ziyue said with a wicked smile and threatened An Zhiqing.

"No problem!" An

Zhiqing had to nod.

"Okay, my good senior sister, I know that your company's level is the best in the world, by the way, this is what he asked me to bring, let's have coffee together?"

Su Ziyue immediately had a smile on her face, hugging her waist and shoulders.

You come and go, the relationship between the two sisters is repaired in seconds, which can be called a wonder of the world.

An Zhiqing took the horns brought by Su Ziyue, and the two went upstairs together.

......

Bright Moon Academy.

Li Xingye has arrived, and the ancient martial arts class is nominally an elective, but it is compulsory for real elite students.

The student does not skip class, and of course he has to be conscientious and responsible.

just arrived at the school gate, but saw Feng Xixi being surrounded by a group of black-clothed men and going outside the school gate.

"Brother Starry Night!" Feng Xixi couldn't help but hurriedly ran over when he saw Li Xingye, and said.

She looked a little nervous, as if something had happened.

"What's going on?" asked Li Xingye quietly.

"Is this the Supreme of the Great Battle Dongying Sword Saint and Martial Venerable?"

a fat man with a smile on his face rushed up and handed out his business card.

Li Xingye glanced at it, it turned out to be the senior management of the Feng Group, "If you have a fart, let it go." With

his respect, he has no interest in greeting this kind of person.

The fat man wiped his cold sweat, "Now that the eldest young master is dead, the family is doing a funeral, and the young lady needs to go back to the funeral." Supreme, please rest assured, our Feng family has absolutely no malicious intentions, you and the Martial God fully support the young lady's ascendancy, who would dare to oppose it?"

He didn't tell the truth.

Next to him, Ye Weiyang and Li Xingcai appeared and spoke.

The two little girls clenched their fists, and it was difficult for outsiders to take care of other people's family affairs.

However, Ye Weiyang was adopted by the Feng family and has a certain understanding of the Feng family, so he is not an outsider.

"Ye Weiyang, shut up for me......" The fat man was furious, and his body couldn't help but tremble again.

Because, he saw Li Xingye's cold gaze.

The fat man took out a tissue and continued to wipe the cold sweat, and hurriedly explained to Li Xingye, "Supreme, the situation is like this......

Feng Mingxuan is dead, of course it is impossible for the Feng family to admit it easily.

However, there was Li Xuanyi, the first female martial queen of the frontier, and Li Xingye Zhen's Sword Saint and Martial Zun in the back, where did the Feng family dare to play hard?

The current situation is that the Feng family is not convinced, and it is difficult to say anything, but Feng Mingxuan's mother's family has something to say.

To put it bluntly, it's the mother's side that wants to do something.

"Supreme, I'm only responsible for bringing the young lady back, I really don't know what will happen!" the fat man spoke, and the expression on his face was about to cry.

He was only acting on orders, and neither side dared to offend.

"Then I'll have to see what happens. Li Xingye sneered.

Then, he took Feng Xixi's little hand and walked forward.

Ye Weiyang followed closely, and Li Xingcai was taken back to the classroom by Lan Xinyue.

Immediately afterwards, Li Xingye and Feng Xixi got into a luxury car together, and went to the old mansion of the Feng family with the Feng family's convoy.

......

The old mansion of the Feng family, the Feng family members gathered, and almost some real power figures arrived.

Super plutocracy is often a façade thing.

The Feng family is the first chaebol in Asia, and the three major consortia of Dongying are not ranked in Asia, but no one dares to think that the strength of the three major consortia of Dongying is inferior to that of the Feng family.

The reason is simple, the three major consortia do not participate in these so-called rankings.

Moreover, the power of the gate valve behind it is more intertwined, and it cannot be measured by money.

In the hall, there was a middle-aged man with a heroic look on his face, who seemed to be more emotionally complicated than his dead parents.

And next to him sat a bejeweled woman, with a face in her early twenties, but her eyes were a little vicissitudes.

They are Feng Ziqiu and Long Xueyan husband and wife.

Feng Ziqiu is the eldest son of the long house, and Long Xueyan's background is even more extraordinary.

The Dragon family has not fallen in successive dynasties, several generations of marquis, and the god of war has come out repeatedly, this is already a real family of dragon country gate valves.

The foundation is not comparable to the Feng family that can be on the wealth list, and it is a shame for the super gate valve to be on this kind of list.

Asia's No. 1 chaebol is nothing more than a small treasury of these gatekeepers.

"Dad, the Valkyrie just left, and I don't think it's appropriate to do that. Feng Ziqiu said with an ugly expression.

On the first throne, an old man in Tang costume and beard with white hair is the head of the Feng family, and he is Feng Changlou, who has withdrawn from the company's management.

Feng Changlou coughed, it seemed that it was difficult to express his opinion, and he looked at Long Xueyan.

"Others do Lao Tzu, you also do Lao Tzu, how can you be this Lao Tzu? Your son is dead now, do you understand, I just pulled that chick back and knelt for three days and three nights, what's wrong?"

Long Qiuyan scolded directly, she had this confidence.

Feng Ziqiu's face was dark, but he didn't say a word.

Obviously, the Feng family can't afford to provoke the Long family at all.

Even he can only turn a blind eye, let alone him?

The Feng family is beautiful on the surface, but in front of those top gate valve snobbery, he has to be a man with his tail between his legs.

"Sister-in-law, the key is how do you deal with that Li Xingye? He is not as simple as Li Xuanyi, I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress him even if I take out the elders of the Long family!"

The Dragon Family is the god of war who has retired.

The veteran god of war, and the Sword Saint, Wuzun and the like are also five or five, and no one dares to say that they have the advantage of winning.

However, Li Xingye slashed Dongying Sword Saint and Wuzun in a row, and this kind of strength had to be feared.

Long Xueyan looked at the second child of the Feng family, but showed contempt, and said: "This country has a share of my Long family, do you think that my Long family is a straw bag that you only know how to sit and eat empty mountains? Killing him Li Xingye doesn't need my Long family's people to make a move!"

She sneered, her attitude was very arrogant, and then she clapped her hands.

Suddenly, in the bodyguard team behind Long Xueyan, a young woman with glasses walked out.

The woman was carrying a computer bag in her hand, obviously some kind of business assistant or something, she walked up to Long Xueyan and whispered in her ear.

Someone

in the hall slammed the table, and it was an old man on the left.

He was close to Feng Changlou's age, but he was wearing a robe, and his physique seemed to be extremely tall.

"How old are you, how many fights and killings have you seen, and my family is also exchanged for blood. "

He is Feng Changyu, the owner of the second room of the Feng family, and the first master of the Feng family.

Obviously, he has been looking at Long Xueyan for a long time.

A woman, riding on the head of the Feng family all day long, is hateful!

A cold light flashed.

Feng Changyu's movements did not change, but his expression changed greatly.

His mouth was wide open and he slowly leaned back, and then the man sat motionless in his seat.

Immediately after, a blood stain ran down his forehead.

"Not old, a lot of nonsense, old and not dead and a waste of food!" The

woman with the computer bag and glasses straightened up, she looked like a beautiful clerk, and could even be described as innocent.

She just stood there as if she had done nothing.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Feng Changyu was killed by her.

Suddenly, the audience was stunned, and all the people in the Feng family changed color.

"Who is she?"

"This ......"

The Feng family was angry, but no one dared to move.

Feng Changyu Wuzong was already a quasi-god of war, and he was directly killed in seconds.

The number one master of the Feng family is like this, let alone others.

"The third guard of the Phantom Palace, my good senior sister, Mu Yuezhu!" Outside the

hall, a cold and emotionless voice came out.

Then, a person stepped into the hall, and it was Lu Zhixing.

And behind her, Li Xingye pulled Feng Xixi and walked in.