Hearing Peng Weijin's words, Yang Shengping's expression really changed. Wang Han's loss was really not a good thing for their Dajianmen. What's more, their Dajianmen had always been the closest to Wang Han.
"Now you know that the trend is gone." Seeing Yang Shengping's face changed drastically, Peng Weijin couldn't help but said proudly: "The backer behind you has fallen, and who can support you. At that time, this uncle will not only crush you," Also slaughter your Great Sword Sect and let it disappear from this world!"
At this point, Peng Weijin showed his proud expression on his face. When he came from the imperial court, he heard some rumors about the imperial palace. It was rumored that some veterans of the imperial palace planned to exempt Wang Han and wanted to support a male disciple. To control the power of the palace, and even support the new generation of emperors who have become the mad court, only a more powerful male disciple can compete with the candidates of the other three powers.
Peng Weijin's words were heard by many monks present, many people looked at each other, and some people whispered.
"It turns out that he is Yang Shengping, the ancestor of the Great Sword Sect. I heard that the Great Sword Sect is close to the Royal Palace. Could it be said that the Royal Palace is really going to change hands, and the Kuang Ting Taoism is really going to change." There are some schools, When the big figures in the family heard Peng Weijin's words, they couldn't help but change their expressions.
After all, Peng Weijin came from the imperial court. He was able to get first-hand news faster than many people. Now it seems that the imperial palace has really changed. Otherwise, the three major forces of the imperial court orthodoxy will have their legions camped here. There is no reason for the imperial palace. Will camp here.
Such naked threats by Peng Weijin changed Yang Shengping's face. Of course, the last time he slapped Peng Weijin fiercely, Yang Shengping also understood that his hatred with Pengjiazhuang had already been forged, and of course he would not regret such a choice.
At this time, Yang Shengping couldn't help looking at Li Qiye. He was looking forward to Li Qiye's horse. No matter what it was, he only needed a word from Li Qiye.
Of course, Li Qiye didn't bother to care about Peng Weijin, still drinking the fine wine in the glass.
Peng Weijin originally wanted to threaten Yang Shengping and the others. After all, Yang Shengping and the others are now gone, and they cannot protect themselves. In the future, Yang Shengping and the others will not let him trample on them!
Seeing that Yang Shengping didn't say a word, he only looked at Li Qiye. This made Peng Weijin's face cold and his eyes revealed more terrifying murderous intent. He smiled coldly and said to Li Qiye: "Hey, boy, you can't be proud of it. The future is in charge of the world. No longer a palace, no one can protect you! When the time comes, I'm afraid you will be worse than life! Hey, if you still have time to beg for mercy, or if the uncle is soft-hearted, you will be spared."
In Peng Weijin's view, the palace has fallen into an internal struggle and the general situation is gone. Now I am afraid that there is no time for self-protection! No matter what kind of background and identity Li Qiye has, if he loses a backer like the Wangfu, it will be a matter of time for him to play Li Qiye to death. In his opinion, Li Qiye is nothing but fish on their chopping board.
So Peng Weijin first scared Li Qiye, let them live a life of panic, and let them be shrouded in the shadow of their Pengjiazhuang day and night, all day and night, after the future is set, he tortured and killed Li Qiye and the others. It's not too late.
Therefore, this time Peng Weijin had the courage to come forward and say something cruel, just to threaten Li Qiye and the others, and cast a shadow on their hearts, so that he could breathe out a sigh of anger and enjoy the pleasure of revenge.
Suddenly, many people looked at Li Qiye. Everyone didn’t understand how this seemingly obscure kid offended Peng Weijin and how he offended Peng Jiazhuang. If this obscure kid really doesn’t have a strong backing. If you are an enemy of Peng Weijin, you must be self-defeating.
"Kneel on the ground and kowtow, please be wrong, I'll spare your life." Regarding Peng Weijin's words, Li Qiye didn't even lift his eyelids or glance at him, and said lightly.
As soon as Li Qiye said this, the atmosphere of the entire inn suddenly solidified, and everyone suddenly opened their eyes to look at Li Qiye.
"This is too much. Where did this kid come from, dare to speak to Young Master Peng like this." Someone said in surprise.
Some disciples from aristocratic families who intended to show Peng Weijin sneered, and said coldly: "Things who don't know life and death dare to talk to Young Master Peng in this way. They don't know what they can do. This is a dead end!"
"Little beast, I'm going to kill you!" Originally, Peng Weijin wanted to threaten Li Qiye and the others, to scare Li Qiye into flashing him, with a breath of malice in his heart!
But now Li Qiye's words instantly touched the pain in Peng Weijin's heart, couldn't help but yell, and a big hand grabbed Li Qiye.
With a sound of "bang—", before Peng Weijin's hand touched Li Qiye, she was instantly shot by Yang Shengping. Peng Weijin was just a real master, and compared to Yang Shengping, who had real power, it was so different. Far.
"Uncle Qi, you cut the surname Yang, I will take care of this kid!" When Yang Shengping turned his back, Peng Weijin's expression changed drastically. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he became fierce in his heart.
"Huh—" Peng Weijin didn't walk in alone. There were many Pengjiazhuang disciples behind him. One of them was an old man who had always stood holding a sword. At this time, he snorted and walked towards Yang Shengping.
This old man was also a strong man in Pengjiazhuang, a true hero, so when he saw this old man, Yang Shengping's face sank.
"Little beast, please kneel down obediently, otherwise, let us interrupt your dog legs!" At the same time, the disciples of Pengjiazhuang did not need Peng Weijin to issue orders. They instantly surrounded Li Qiye and the others on a table, revealing Ruthless.
"Yang Shengping, you shouldn't deceive us Pengjiazhuang, this is your own death!" The old man who was called the Seventh Uncle by Peng Weijin sounded "keng", and slowly drew out his sword!
"Give me your mouth!" Li Qiye told Yang Shengping, without looking at them from beginning to end.
As soon as Yang Shengping heard what Li Qiye said, he said nothing, he let out a deep cry, and grabbed Peng Weijin with his big hands. Peng Weijin's expression changed and he shouted: "The surname is Yang, Hugh is crazy!" Fight against Yang Shengping.
However, he was only a real master, how could he be Yang Shengping's opponent? Hearing a "bang" sound, in an instant, Peng Weijin was suppressed by Yang Shengping. The strength of the two sides was very different, and there was no comparison at all.
"Yang Shengping, don't be crazy!" Seeing Yang Shengping attack his junior, the old man yelled, and his sword was like river water, and he immediately covered Yang Shengping.
With a "bang" sound, the old man's long sword instantly shattered before it reached Yang Shengping. I saw that Li Qiye was only one finger slightly, his long sword shattered instantly, and at the same time, it was like a Taishan mountain crushed by it. The same on his body.
"Kneel down!" Li Qiye ordered.
How could the old man kneel down? His whole body was full of anger, and he wanted to do it again, but if he wanted to resist in front of Li Qiye, that would be a dead end.
Hearing a "bang" sound, Li Qiye just pressed his fingers lightly, and the old man knelt on the ground involuntarily, smashing his knees on the floor, smashing the floor tiles, and blood was flowing.
"Qi-" The old man was not reconciled, shouted, and burst out the most powerful force in his life. He wanted to resist Li Qiye's suppression, and under the violent anger, he stood up slightly.
But Li Qiye just smiled faintly, and heard a "click" sound. In this moment, Li Qiye only moved his momentum slightly, and the old man was instantly suppressed and his whole body bones shattered.
Hearing a "bang" sound, at this moment the old man knelt down on the ground and lay there directly, not only his knees were broken, but the bones of his whole body were broken. The whole person was suppressed there and moved. He couldn't move, the ground was filled with blood.
"Kill—" At this time, the Pengjiazhuang disciple Savior who followed Peng Weijin eagerly shouted, and rushed towards Li Qiye one after another.
But Li Qiye just flicked his sleeves away, and heard the sound of "bang, bang, bang", these disciples were all swept out, and they couldn't get up for a while.
Seeing such a scene, everyone in the inn couldn’t help taking a breath of air. Many elders in the family could see that this old man was a real man, but he was directly suppressed on the ground in this way. He couldn't get up even if he crawled, and the bones all over his body were shattered, and from beginning to end, Li Qiye just moved his fingers.
With a "bang" sound, Yang Shengping suppressed Peng Weijin and stepped on it. Peng Weijin knelt on the ground with a "pop".
"Young Master Peng, you are arrogant!" Yang Shengping said coldly at this time.
Peng Weijin's complexion changed drastically. Originally, he brought an elder with the strength of a real hero. He was also full of confidence in his heart, and he did not expect it to be such an end.
"Yang Shengping, you, do you dare to touch me a little hair, I, I, Pengjiazhuang will slaughter your big sword gate, you dare to be my enemy, Pengjiazhuang, that is, the whole upper part..." Peng Weijin couldn't help but exclaimed.
With a sound of "pop", Yang Shengping grabbed Peng Weijin's hair, slapped it violently, and slowly said, "Young Master Peng, you are offended."
"Slap, slap, slap..." Suddenly, Yang Shengping slapped Peng Weijin's face fiercely!
Yang Shengping slapped Peng Weijin's face with a slap, and in the blink of an eye, Peng Weijin's mouth was full of blood.
"Not a long memory." Li Qiye shook his head and said flatly.
Peng Weijin was mad with shame and anger. In a short period of time, he was slapped twice. For the first time, Wang Han suppressed him. This time, even Wang Han was not there, so he was brutally attacked by such a large crowd. Slap in the face, for him, this is really a shame and shame in his life! (To be continued.)