It was sunny.
Several black SUVs and Lexus sedans were parked in an alley. Wang Wenwu, Wang Ya, and a dozen bodyguards in black suits were standing together.
"Seventh Master is back. Why did he ask us to wait for him here?"
"Who knows?"
Wang Wenwu held a thick cigar in his mouth and looked impatient. If it weren't for the fact that his son had been injured by Zhuo Bufan and he couldn't find anyone to take revenge on, how could he, an ambitious man, be willing to stand here and wait foolishly?
As they were talking, two men walked into the alley. The man in front was about 50 years old. He had white hair and was wearing a black centipede button-up shirt. His heels didn't touch the ground when he walked, making him look like an immortal.
The young man behind him was about 30 years old. He was dressed in casual clothes and looked arrogant.
Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya hurried to greet him.
"Seventh Master."
"Seventh Master."
Yang Qi didn't even look at the two of them. He just nodded slightly, showing his arrogance. Wang Wenwu was unhappy, so he just snorted softly.
"Wang Wenwu, you want me to avenge you? From now on, I will be the leader of the Jin City underworld." Yang Qi glanced at him and said calmly, as if it was a matter of course.
The muscles on Wang Wenwu's face twitched. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Seventh Master, your appetite is too big."
"I really don't care about the underworld of Jin City. But it's still meat. You live in Jin City. How do you know how big the world is and how wonderful it is?" Yang Qi shook his head as if he was talking to a bumpkin about the bustling city.
Wang Ya quickly pulled Wang Wenwu and gave him a look, telling him not to be impulsive.
"We'll talk after I'm done with something," Yang Qi said and strode toward a courtyard house with the young man behind him.
Wang Wenwu coldly snorted, "You've been out for a few years and you're already so arrogant. Aren't you afraid of choking on your own words?" After saying that, he brought his men along with him.
Yang Qi stopped at the entrance of a martial arts dojo with his hands behind his back. He raised his head and glanced at the inscribed board made of nanmu and gold paint — "Longhu Martial Arts Dojo."
"Master, Master, you said that I had evil intentions and passed the position of Master to my Junior Brother, forcing me to leave Jinling. Today, I'm back. No one can take away what belongs to me." After saying that, he strode in.
The siheyuan, the water tank, the wooden stakes, and the flowerbed were the same as before.
Seeing such a large group of people walk in, the disciples who were practicing martial arts stopped and looked at them curiously.
"Eldest Senior Brother."
"Duan Shanhe, how dare you come back!"
Some people saw the young man behind Yang Qi and glared at him.
Chen Min also ran out, her eyes filled with anger, "Duan Shanhe, you scum! How dare you come back?"
"Junior Sister, no matter what, you used to like me. Why are you so angry at me?" Duan Shanhe said with a fake smile.
"I was blind back then." Chen Min gritted her teeth.
Suddenly, Chen Min's eyes fell on Yang Qi. Her pupils dilated, "You, why are you back?"
"Min, ask your father to come out," Yang Qi said calmly.
"Senior Brother." Chen Longhu had already come out. Seeing Yang Qi, his face showed a complicated expression.
Yang Qi looked at Chen Longhu and said, "I haven't seen you for many years. Junior Brother, you've grown old."
"Time and tide wait for no man. Senior Brother, you should have told me in advance when you came back." Chen Longhu frowned.
Yang Qi said calmly, "I just want to know why Master gave the position of Dojo Master to you."
"In order to make the Blood Fist, you beat a beggar to death. Master said that your heart is not right and you're not suitable to be the Dojo Master," Chen Longhu said.
Yang Qi said excitedly, "I'm more talented than you, and my martial arts are better than yours. I have a sincere heart in martial arts. These years, my martial arts have improved even more. Even if Master was still here, he wouldn't be a match for me. Even so, I still don't have the qualifications to be the Dojo Master?"
"Martial arts is secondary. The key is to have the right attitude. No matter how good your martial arts are, handing the Dojo to you will only bring shame to the Dojo," Chen Longhu said calmly.
"Good, good, good." Yang Qi suddenly laughed and said with sharp eyes, "Today, the Dojo is no longer my goal, but it's a knot in my heart. If you can take one move from me, I'll leave."
After saying that, Yang Qi walked to a willow tree that was about the size of a person's arms. His five fingers formed a hook, as if the trunk was a piece of tofu, and his five fingers directly penetrated it. "Up."
Under the horrified and shocked eyes of the crowd.
They saw Yang Qi pull up the weeping willow with one hand, like Lu Zhishen, the Flowery Monk in the Water Margin.
Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya, who followed behind, couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Such martial arts had exceeded the scope of scientific knowledge.
"Catch it." Like a javelin, Yang Qi threw a one-story tall willow tree at Chen Longhu like an arrow.
Chen Longhu didn't dare to be careless. He immediately exerted all his martial arts to the extreme, using the Qi Dragon Roar, Golden Bell Shield, and Iron Skin Roar to block with both hands.
When the two collided, Chen Longhu quickly retreated, leaving two deep marks under his feet. His expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was sent flying.
"Dad."
"Master."
"Master."
Chen Min rushed up and helped Chen Longhu up. "Dad, how are you?"
"My earth energy has been broken. I'm afraid I won't be able to use martial arts in the future." Chen Longhu's face was pale, and blood was flowing out of his mouth. He should have known that Yang Qi would come back today.
Chen Min's beautiful eyes were filled with anger. To a martial artist, losing their martial arts was worse than being killed.
Duan Shanhe sneered, "How can my master be so weak? It's better for someone like me to adapt to the situation. Only by following Martial Uncle will I have a bright future."
Yang Qi shook his head and said, "Longhu, you can't even take one move from me. You're too weak."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
Sitting in the business car, Yang Qi laid back on the soft backrest. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked like an otherworldly expert.
Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya sat in the front row. They exchanged glances, and neither dared to speak.
The scene just now had indeed changed their worldview.
Not to mention the weight of the willow itself, even the strength of the roots would require a crane to pull it out. However, Yang Qi had the strength of a few thousand pounds when he pulled it out with one hand.
With such strength, it was only a matter of time before he dominated Jinling.
"Seventh Master, when are we going to take revenge on Zhuo Bufan?" Wang Wenwu asked with a hint of caution in his tone.
With Yang Qi's strength, killing him would be as easy as killing a chicken or a dog. Not to mention the bodyguards around him, even guns wouldn't be able to stop him.
"Zhuo Bufan?" Yang Qi mumbled to himself, "He injured my nephew and chased my brother out of Jinling. I'd like to see what he's capable of."
"Don't worry. The Yulanpen Assembly is in a few days. At that time, not only will I kill Zhuo Bufan, but I will also establish my dominance in Jinling. From now on, Jinling can only hear one person's voice," Yang Qi said calmly, but his tone was cold.
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