City: Cultivating Immortals for a Thousand Years, Returning to Be a Dad

The letter was sent to the police, but the police said that the police had to pay the fine.

Yuwen Qian took it and looked at it, her face became extremely ugly.

In the letter, his grandfather, Yuwen Zhengyang, the current head of the Yuwen family, ordered her to hand over the company. At the same time, she signed this equity transfer agreement and would no longer participate in the management of the company.

If she violated the rules, she would be dealt with according to the clan rules.

Seeing this, Yuwen Qian gritted her teeth and wished she could pounce on them and tear their hypocritical faces apart.

"This is a company I founded with the money I earned from working, and it has nothing to do with the Yuwen family. You guys should just give up on this idea!" Yuwen Qian said firmly.

"Humph, if you don't accept the toast, you will be punished. Do you think we are here to ask for your opinion?" The middle-aged man said in a cold tone.

"Yuwen Qian, sign it quickly if you know what's good for you. Don't force me to do it." said the young man in his twenties.

"Don't even think about it!" Yuwen Qian said without flinching.

"Haha, I advise you to sign it obediently. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." said the middle-aged man.

"Then you try it!" Yuwen Qian sneered, not afraid of them at all.

"Humph! You are so stubborn. Do you want to taste my power? Then I will deal with you first." The young man said and attacked Yuwen Qian.

He swung his right fist, with a whistling wind, and hit Yuwen Qian hard.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came, and in the middle-aged man's surprised eyes, the young man was actually bounced out and fell a few meters away.

"How is this possible? When did you practice martial arts?"

The middle-aged man looked at Yuwen Qian in shock and asked.

It is well known in the Central Plains that the Yuwen sisters do not practice martial arts.

Moreover, when they went home three years ago and said they wanted to sever their relationship, they did not have any cultivation.

How did they become so powerful in just three years?

You know, although his son is not a master, he also has the cultivation of the initial stage of dark energy.

Now he can't even take a single move. How is this possible?

"Guess!"

Yuwen Qian said indifferently, with a tone full of sarcasm.

"Hmph, don't think you can be arrogant just because you have learned a little bit. Today I will let you see how powerful I am."

As the middle-aged man said, his figure suddenly burst out and appeared in front of Yuwen Qian in an instant, raising his palm and slapping. A group of blue palm prints smashed towards Yuwen Qian.

This is one of the unique skills of the Yuwen family, the Nine Yin Palm.

It is said that it was a skill stolen from the ancient tomb by the ancestor of the Yuwen family. After practicing it, the palm power is cold and powerful.

Facing this fierce attack, Yuwen Qian was not afraid and raised her palm to meet it. A hot flame burst out from her palm.

"Boom!" The palms of the two collided with each other, setting off a violent gust of wind, blowing the window glass to crackle.

Yuwen Qian felt a huge force coming from her palm, and stepped back several steps before she could stabilize her body.

The middle-aged man did not move at all, but frowned slightly.

How could this be possible? He was a martial arts master, although he was only in the early stage, but the attack just now, even a martial artist in the late stage of dark energy might not be able to resist it!

But Yuwen Qian actually took it, how could he not be surprised.

This level of cultivation is probably not much worse than Qin Yucheng, the first genius of the younger generation of the Qin family.

Even stronger, thinking of this, his eyes became more solemn.

They seemed to have missed a super genius.

But what he didn't know was that Yuwen Qian was not feeling well now. She had practiced for too short a time and was only at the peak of the early stage of the Xuanti period. She was still a little short of breaking through to the middle stage.

She took the palm of the master-level master. Even with her strong body, she was a little overwhelmed at the moment and felt a dull pain in her chest.

Fortunately, she took the marrow cleansing pill given by An Ziping two days ago, otherwise she would have been injured in the internal organs.

"Hmph, it seems that you are hiding it very well! In this case, don't blame me for not considering the relationship between flesh and blood."

As soon as the voice fell. The middle-aged man's aura surged, like a raging wave.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and the air seemed to freeze.

Yuwen Qian felt a piercing chill invade her whole body.

The middle-aged man attacked again.

This time, his speed was extremely fast. He almost approached Yuwen Qian in the blink of an eye and slapped him with a palm.

The palm force was surging, like the surging waves of the sea, and like a mountain tilting and crushing.

"Auntie, are you there?

I'm here to pick you up!"

Just then, a childish voice sounded outside the room. Then the door was pushed open.

A five-year-old little girl in a white princess dress appeared at the door.

The little girl was very beautiful, especially her big black eyes, which flashed with spiritual light.

The little girl came in and saw the scene in the room, and her face changed immediately.

"You are not allowed to bully my aunt! !"

"Ice Sky Art - Imprisonment!"

The little girl clenched her right hand towards the middle-aged man, and a powerful spiritual power surged from her hand.

In an instant, a chill quickly spread to the middle-aged man's whole body, including his true energy.

The middle-aged man only felt that his whole body was extremely frozen, and his true energy was running slowly, and he couldn't activate it at all, let alone use it.

"Ice Sky Art - Frost Breath! "

The little girl changed her gestures and blew out a stream of icy air from her mouth.

The icy air wrapped around the middle-aged man's hands and feet.

"Keke, don't!"

At this moment, Yuwen Qian hurriedly stopped him, but she was still a step too late.

The middle-aged man's legs and right hand had been frozen, and half of him had turned into ice.

"Ah...!!!!"

The middle-aged man immediately let out a shrill scream.

The icy air went straight to his heart and lungs. Even if he was a martial arts master, he couldn't bear such pain.

Not only that, the cold air kept moving all over his body. His meridians, muscles, and organs were frozen by the cold air and couldn't move.

This pain is worse than death!

"Auntie, who is this bad guy, and why did he hit you?" The little girl ran over and asked with concern.

Yuwen Qian shook her head: "Nothing. Auntie is fine. "

And the middle-aged man was now shocked and frightened. He never thought that this little Lolita would be so terrifying.

However, when he heard the little Lolita call Yu Wenqian "Auntie", he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Xiao... Xiaoqian, she... she is Xiaoyue's daughter? !"

"Hmm? Do you know my mother?"

The little Lolita couldn't help asking when she heard the middle-aged man say her mother's name.

"I know, I know, I am your mother's third uncle, let me go!"

The middle-aged man shouted excitedly after hearing this.

"Mom's third uncle?"

The little Lolita tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said: "Oh, I know, grandpa and grandma said that even if you drove auntie and mother out of the house, you are bad guys, Ke Ke will punish you!"

The little Lolita said, waving her hand.

"Kacha! "

A crisp sound rang out.

The middle-aged man's frozen right hand and legs instantly turned into ice chips and scattered.

"No! ! ! !"

The middle-aged man howled miserably.

"Little Keke! You can't kill me! I'm your third uncle! !"

The middle-aged man was so scared that his face turned green, and he begged for mercy.

"Okay, Keke, let him go. Mom definitely doesn't want you to kill him."

Yu Wenqian touched An Yueke's head and persuaded softly.

"Okay, auntie." The little Loli nodded obediently.

"You guys go, third uncle, don't come to my company again.

You're lucky this time, my brother-in-law is not here, otherwise you would definitely not survive today. "

Yu Wenqian walked to the middle-aged man with only one arm left and whispered.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Xiaoqian, this time Uncle San loses. Don't worry, we will never come to harass you again in the future."

After saying that, he called his son on the ground and asked him to take him away from here.