Peerless War God in City

Just now, Qin Ya is just like a servant.

Quickly from the seat up and down, leading the middle-aged man, went to the main seat to sit down, and he was like a little brother, respectfully standing aside, carefully serving.

Han Yongli, of course, sat on the main seat and looked at the broken blue and white porcelain teacups and teapots under his seat. His face was slightly coagulated and his eyebrows were wrinkled.

Then, he took another look at Qin Kangping's body, which was parked in the middle of the hall. In the haze of his eyes, a trace of violence suddenly flashed.

Middle aged man, light mouth, voice a little ugly, full of a trace of gloomy asked, just like a dead wood fracture.

"Kangping is a very good child. The day before yesterday, he also sent me an ancient painting. I am ready to recognize him as my son. Now, he has been killed. Can I not come?"

"Thank you very much for your love for my son

Hearing this, Qin Ya's face suddenly showed a look of sadness. Before they had tried so hard to please Han Yong, there was no mistake. Unfortunately, before they saw Han Yong kill Haotian, Qin Kangping went first.

Qin Ya slightly coagulates, and then tells Han Yong all the information under his control. They can't find out who the murderer is. Maybe, with the help of Han Yong's power, they can find out. After all, behind him is the peninsula Han family.

Han Yong gently leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and listened to Qin Ya's reward. A pair of rough hands slowly knocked on both sides of the chair.

Make a sound that makes the heart tremble.

A few minutes later.

He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Qin Kangping who was walking in the middle of the hall.

"Boom

Suddenly, Han Yong stood up.

At this time, the momentum of his body, issued a huge change, from a seemingly insignificant man like a farmer to a bloodthirsty beast of the wild, so that people dare not look directly, have lowered their eyebrows.

After standing up, Han Yong raised his hand slightly.

There are countless powers between waves.

When Han Yong raised his hand to brush his sleeve, a huge force, like a meteor, fell from the sky and hit the hard marble floor directly. There was a big pit several meters deep on the floor.

Others were frightened and retreated.

After finishing everything, Han Yongcai returned to his seat. He pretended to be forced to take a deep look, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Then, some of them said calmly: "when I just entered the door, I saw from Kang Ping's death that the person who started it might be an expert!"

"All the bones, muscles and veins in Kangping's nephew's hands were broken, but a small pain nerve remained intact. It can be seen that this man's use of true Qi has reached a very terrible level. Even I can't do it!"

"Judging from the rest of Kangping's nephew's injuries, it is likely that the murderer is a strong man who has reached the level of

"What!"

Qin Ya hears the speech, is frightened to shout directly, the facial expression is a burst of fright.

Although Qin Ya is not a martial arts person, he still knows a little about the realm of martial arts. The congenital strong are already very terrible, and the decidedly strong are even more inborn. They are beyond ordinary people, fearless of bullets and shells, and can pick leaves and hurt people.