The tragic death of those people is unbearable to look at.

When he heard this news, Yang Yi said nothing and sat in a daze for a long time.

At this time, he was 100% sure that this was definitely done by Xiao Kuang!

Things will never be so coincidental.

Just because he endured it again and again, a small family was slaughtered, and Yang Yi was furious.

"As a warrior, it is natural to fight against the strong and help the weak! But I am afraid of wolves in front of me and tigers in the back, and I have lost the 'heart of chivalrous martial arts'. Even if I really join the Lingyun Sect and practice to a higher level, what can I do? Can I really stay in the Lingyun Sect for the rest of my life?"

While Yang Yi was extremely guilty, he also made a decision in his heart.

"The bandits in the world are so rampant that they are truly capable of suppressing bandits, but they turn a blind eye. What kind of shit is this? Xiao Kuang, others are afraid of your master and dare not kill you. I, Yang Yi, aren't afraid of you!"

Yang Yi was furious and determined not tolerate such bandits doing evil.

He disguised himself as a change that night, quietly put the iron threaded gun into the storage ring, carried the wooden mace and turned into a strong man with a strong figure, covered his face, and left the city at night, used his square foot technique and galloped towards Huangfeng Mountain.

The small-scale step method of the small-scale realm is unfolded, and one step is more than a hundred meters away. When the internal force is exhausted, sit down and recover.

Yang Yi was running all the way at lightning, and in the middle of the night, he quietly touched the outer periphery of Huangfengling.

His face was cold, silent and calm, and he meditated on Huangfengling to recover.

After more than an hour, his internal strength returned to his peak, and when his energy and spirit were all improved to the best state, Yang Yi spread his steps again and quietly touched Huangfeng Village.

Releasing soul perception, Yang Yi quickly found the imprisoned Zhang Wu and Wang Quan, as well as a young man who was sitting cross-legged in practice.

The young man had no idea about Yang Yi's arrival and soul perception, and was practicing in the underground secret room of Huangfeng Village.

The aura on his body had already reached the peak of the early stage of the Blood Transformation Realm, but his blood and energy were far superior to Chen Liang at the same level. It can be seen that his inheritance is indeed extraordinary.

Yang Yi found the dungeon that imprisoned Zhang Wu and Wang Quan. Wherever he passed, all the little Huang Feng thieves were killed by him.

When he arrived in the dungeon, Yang Yi met Zhang Wu and Wang Quan who were only breathless.

The two have been tortured to death.

Zhang Wu's dantian was broken, and his bones were crushed by life. Ten fingers were blurred with blood and flesh. All the nails on them were removed by others. The miserable appearance was outrageous!

Wang Quan was not much better, and his miserableness was even more miserable than Zhang Wu.

Yang Yi pulled the chains on the two of them, his face full of grief and anger, and quietly awakened them.

"Brother Zhang, Yaoshi Wang, I'm sorry, I'm the one who harmed you!"

Zhang Wu barely opened his eyes that had not been poked, saw Yang Yi's familiar face, and made a slight horror sound from his mouth.

Yang Yi put his ear to Zhang Wu's mouth and only heard his vague voice.

"Yang, Young Master Yang, Young Hero, I, Lao Zhang, no, I didn't offer you..."

After saying this, Zhang Wu died of anger.

Wang Quan on the other side was in a worse condition. After hearing Yang Yi's voice, his face seemed to be relieved and worried, and he soon died of anger.

Yang Yi placed the bodies of the two, his face was sad and cold.
Chapter completed!