Rural Friends Circle

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That afternoon, several luxury cars entered the Hu family's manor in Pingyang.

Mr. Hu stood at the door of the villa anxiously, looking at the luxury cars parked in front of him. He walked up quickly and opened the door of the business car.

After the door opened, an old man with white hair came down with a cane.

The gray hair could not hide the majestic aura on that face, the majesty of the superior, which made the people around him stand with their heads down in fear, not daring to breathe.

"Father." Mr. Hu supported the old man and shouted in a low voice.

"Where is Xiaokai?" The old man's sharp eyes swept over Mr. Hu and asked coldly.

"Upstairs." Mr. Hu said tremblingly without daring to breathe.

The old man knocked the cane on the ground twice, looked around, and then, surrounded by a crowd, he went into the villa.

On the second floor of the villa, in the sunny house, Hu Kai, whose hands and feet were tied by ropes, hid in the corner of the house, howling.

When the old man walked into the room and saw Hu Kai's miserable appearance, he was stunned for a moment.

"Master Liao, please." The old man turned and said to the old man who followed him.

The old man nodded, walked into the house, walked in front of Hu Kai, and squatted down.

The whole house was dead silent, and everyone held their breath and looked at the old man in the yellow cloth.

Master Liao, who was wearing yellow cloth, pressed his palm on Hu Kai's Tianding acupoint and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the suite of Pingyang Hotel, Tang Feng, who was hugging Shangguan Jiaqian's graceful body, suddenly opened his eyes, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.

Yin-Yang Master? I want to see what you can do.

Tang Feng sat up, pulled a blanket from the side, wrapped it around himself, and went into the bathroom.

In the bedroom of the Hu family manor, Master Liao was muttering something, and between his dry palms, there was a faint invisible airflow flowing into Hu Kai's body.

"Buzz"

The strange air vibrated.

Master Liao stood up suddenly, and his dry palms were covered by a ball of black fire. In an instant, the skin of his palms turned black.

Taking two steps back, Master Liao tightly grasped his right hand and looked at Hu Kai in horror.

The father and son of the Hu family at the door of the bedroom looked at Master Liao's burned palm and were horrified. Master Hu trembled and showed panic on his face.

"Master, are you okay?" The white-haired old man asked with concern.

"Master Hu, I'll try again. This time, I'm afraid it will be difficult. I'm not sure if I can subdue this guy." Master Liao said, enduring the pain in his palm.

After that, he pulled out a peach wood sword from behind, and took out a compass from the cloth bag beside him. He held the compass in his palm, waved the peach wood sword in the air, and muttered something.

As the peach wood sword was waved, a trace of air flow appeared, and finally, the peach wood sword hit Hu Kai's forehead fiercely.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Hu Kai screamed, and Master Liao seemed to have been hit hard. He took several steps back and hit the wardrobe behind him fiercely. A stream of blood had already flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The father and son of the Hu family stood there, watching this scene, and their faces suddenly changed.

"Master, are you okay?"

Master Liao covered his chest, the peach wood sword in his hand had already broken into two pieces, and his old eyes looked at Hu Kai in horror.

"Master Hu, I'm sorry, this time, I'm afraid I'm really powerless, you should ask someone else." Master Liao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with lingering fear.

In the hotel suite, Tang Feng sneered and walked out of the bathroom.

Damn, it's just a low-level Yin-Yang master, with that little ability, and dared to show off. Fortunately, it's daytime, if it's night, you'll be killed.

"What's so happy?" Shangguan Jiaqian half-lying on the bed, looking at Tang Feng with beautiful eyes, asked softly.

"Just now I fought with a Yin-Yang master from Fusang in the air, and the old man was beaten badly." Tang Feng threw away his mobile phone, jumped onto the bed, stretched out his hand to embrace the graceful body in his arms, and said with a smile.

"The Yin-Yang masters in Fusang are quite skilled. When I was in the sect, my master mentioned that there is a shrine in Fusang where several powerful Yin-Yang masters live. It is said that these Yin-Yang masters have changed their fate with Yin-Yang magic and have lived for more than 200 years." Shangguan Jiaqian said lazily while lying down.

"It's quite interesting. Maybe I should go to Fusang and meet these Yin-Yang masters when I have time." Tang Feng raised his lips and muttered with interest.

Yin-Yang masters are originally a branch of cultivators. They are a new profession that evolved after the Qi-refining masters were introduced to Fusang. However, Yin-Yang masters are proficient in ghost arts and have always been looked down upon by orthodox cultivators.

Tang Feng has now established his foundation and is already an orthodox cultivator. Naturally, he will have some interest in these powerful Yin-Yang masters.

"Those Yin-Yang masters are proficient in ghost arts. We martial artists only practice martial arts. It is difficult to guard against their Yin-Yang arts when fighting with them. If you have not opened the six levels of the Earth Realm, it is better not to fight with those old antique Yin-Yang masters." Shangguan Jiaqian said with concern.

"Who told you that I'm a martial artist?" Tang Feng grinned, looking at Shangguan Jiaqian, and asked playfully.

Not a martial artist? Then what else! Shangguan Jiaqian was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, don't think about that. Wait, you have to go to work again. Let's do something meaningful during this time." Tang Feng smiled evilly, and his hands moved restlessly again.

In the Hu family manor, Mr. Hu stood there, and the white-haired old man, holding a cane in his hand, sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

Master Liao had left in a hurry, and didn't even say a word more.

"What's going on? How did Xiaokai become like this?" The white-haired old man looked at Mr. Hu and asked coldly.

Mr. Hu took a deep breath and tremblingly told the whole story.

"So, all this was caused by that Tang Feng?" After a short silence, the white-haired old man asked.

"It must be him. He can easily defeat Elder Nangong. Obviously, he is not an ordinary person. I suspect that he should also be a martial artist, and his cultivation is not bad." Mr. Hu nodded affirmatively.

"Martial artist? This seems a bit tricky. However, since he dares to go against our Hu family, he must be prepared to have his family destroyed. Have you investigated the situation of him and his family?" The white-haired old man snorted coldly and asked.

Mr. Hu hurried to the inner room. When he came out, he held a thick stack of information in his hand and handed it to the white-haired old man.

"Sixth son, go and make arrangements. Tonight, let this farm and the people in the farm evaporate from this world." After flipping through the information, the white-haired old man handed a page to the middle-aged man in Zhongshan suit beside him and said coldly.