Peerless Xuantian Record

Chapter 372
"Brother Yan, I didn't expect you to be better than me, a fisherman who has been fishing all his life. You caught so many fish today. If you see it, you must be very happy." Wang Haisheng said happily as he looked at the boat full of fish.

Yan Qingyang smiled and said: "Haisheng, you saved my life, I don't know how to repay you, these are just small things, as long as you like it."

Wang Haisheng said: "I like it so much. These fish can be sold for a lot of money in the market. My mother must be very happy."

Yan Qingyang smiled and said nothing, standing on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking at the shore ahead. . . . . .

Suddenly Yan Qingyang frowned, he patted Wang Haisheng on the shoulder and said, "Look over there, Haisheng."

Wang Haisheng looked in the direction of his finger, and suddenly said in shock: "Mother..."

I saw several wooden houses on the bank were on fire, and a group of Fusang warriors were robbing the fishing village on the bank.At this matter, Yan Qingyang's boat was still tens of feet away from the shore, and Wang Haisheng saw a Fusang warrior stabbing his mother with a Japanese sword from a distance. . . . .

"Don't..." Wang Haisheng's hand stopped in the air, tears rolled down his eyes, suddenly Wang Haisheng grabbed a fishing net and threw it into the distance, only to see him pull himself up, and his whole body flew close to the surface of the sea After going out, the fishing net had just landed on the sea surface, he tapped the fishing net lightly with both feet, jumped up again with this force, and landed firmly on the shore.

Yan Qingyang was stunned by the scene in front of him. Wang Haisheng's martial arts were so agile, comparable to the world's first-class masters. Just looking at the one hand he showed, Yan Qingyang felt that his martial arts were not far behind his own.

Yan Qingyang regained his composure, followed closely behind, and flew onto the shore.At this time, Wang Haisheng had come to his mother's side, and the old woman was already dying. Seeing Wang Haisheng's return, a faint smile appeared on her face, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were replaced by ashes.Wang Hai held his mother in his arms and shouted to the sky, "Mother..."

At this moment, a Japanese knife behind him cut to the back of Wang Haisheng's neck with the sound of breaking wind. At the very moment, the Japanese knife stopped an inch from the back of Wang Haisheng's neck, and only heard a loud shout: "Haisheng, if you don't avenge your mother now, when will you wait?"

Hearing this, Wang Haisheng turned his head suddenly, only to see Yan Qingyang standing not far behind him, and in front of him stood a warrior holding a Japanese sword, maintaining a downward slashing posture. Yan Qingyang gave Ling Kong acupuncture points, and Wang Haisheng recognized at a glance that this person was the one who killed his mother. He roared angrily: "You bastard, bastard, I want your life." He swung his fist He slammed it right at the man's face, the momentum was heavy, and the strength of Wang Haisheng's arms was already different from ordinary people. He only heard a "click", and suddenly, the entire face of the Fusang warrior was sunken. Its condition was appalling. . . . . .

(End of this chapter)