The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

The sky gradually became gloomy, and dark clouds began to slowly gather on the sky of Chujiang City. A feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city and a storm about to come filled the sky and the earth.

"boom!"

A thunderbolt suddenly passed over the Zheng family's head, and the huge roar almost penetrated the sky and the earth.

"Wow"

In an instant, the pattering rain suddenly fell from the sky, and the whole world was covered with mist, and the rain splashed in all directions, and inside the Zheng family compound, it was raining heavily.

But standing in front of the mourning hall, there were hundreds of Zheng family members in two rows, but none of them moved to avoid the rain, or took out an umbrella to cover the rain, and still stood solemnly in the rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that there was only rain left between the sky and the earth.

Bursts of thunder streaked across the sky, causing a sense of chilling in the sky and the earth for no reason. Maybe it was just a moment, or maybe it was a long time.

When another thunderbolt came crashing down, resounding through the heaven and earth, a slender figure, holding a bamboo umbrella, walked into Zheng's house slowly stepping on the rain.

Because after Ye Feng's sudden attack on the Zheng family last time, the countless bodyguards outside were all silently brought down.Therefore, the current Zheng family's defenses can be said to be airtight, even if it is a fly, it is extremely difficult to sneak in.

Strangely, the man wearing a black robe and holding a paper umbrella entered Zheng's house quietly, and none of the patrolling bodyguards could notice.

The man with the paper umbrella walked through a series of gates and slowly walked into the central courtyard of the Zheng family. It was also the place where everyone in the Zheng family gathered and where Zheng Zixing held his funeral.

Seeing the man with the paper umbrella walk into the compound, all the members of the Zheng family standing on both sides were tall and straight, with their heads held high and their chests held high, extremely solemn.

Even the core members of the Zheng family standing in the mourning hall, including the hunched head of the Zheng family, stood up straight at this time, and greeted the paper umbrella man with great respect.

The man with the paper umbrella walked slowly, passing through the members of the Zheng family and walking towards the mourning hall in the boundless rain.

The whole world seemed to be in an eerie silence, there was no sound of rain, no sound of thunder, only that one figure, a paper umbrella, was moving forward slowly.

If you look carefully, there is even more mystery around the man with the paper umbrella. The rainwater around the man is hitting the ground, and under the splashing, not a single drop falls on the man!
Do not!
It's just that when the rain splashed on the man, it was blocked by an invisible barrier!
And the most mysterious thing is that the seemingly ordinary footsteps of the paper umbrella man are extremely light, and there is still a slight distance from the ground. If you look carefully, it seems that the paper umbrella man is walking in the air.

"Welcome Senior Long!"

The man with the paper umbrella finally walked into the mourning hall, and all the people in the mourning hall, led by the Patriarch of the Zheng family, bent down and bowed respectfully.

"Zi Xing, I came to see you as a teacher."

The man slowly put down the paper umbrella, his resolute face, pale eyebrows and beard, and long black hair casually scattered behind him, just these, maybe just a little impressive.

But the man's eyes seemed to contain stars, extremely deep and leisurely.

The man put away the paper umbrella, put the tip of the umbrella on the marble floor, and pressed lightly, and the extremely solid marble was pierced by the paper umbrella like paper paste.

This scene alone made several members of the Zheng family in the mourning hall terrified and shocked.

Without looking at the rest of the Zheng family, Long Yuetian walked up to the crystal coffin, with a pair of deep eyes, he paid close attention to Zheng Zixing lying in the coffin.

At this moment, Zheng Zixing was dressed in white, his eyes were closed, his face was pale and bloodless, although he had obviously been taken care of by the Zheng family, but Zheng Zixing's chest could still be seen sagging.

Long Yuetian narrowed his eyes slightly, a strong aura, like a storm, rose up suddenly, his robe was automatic without wind, and his long black hair danced wildly!

Under the powerful aura, the Patriarch of the Zheng family retreated again and again, their faces shocked.

Long Yuetian turned around, staring at the head of the Zheng family with incomparably sharp eyes, his voice was cold and hoarse, although it was just a soft voice, it was more astonishing and shocking than the thunder in the world outside. People's hearts explode!

The owner of the Zheng family is named Zheng Haodong, who managed the Zheng family from a humble beginning to the number one tycoon in the south of the Yangtze River. Had to bend over and kneel, trembling.

Even Jiangnan Wuyue!A person who developed commerce from the south of the Yangtze River to the entire Hua country, an existence who can call the wind and rain, in front of Zheng Haodong, he is walking on thin ice and respectful.

But at this moment, the most prestigious and powerful old man in the south of the Yangtze River was extremely respectful, bowed his head tremblingly, and remained silent.

Under Long Yuetian's terrifying aura, the old man was already very good at standing. He thought that at this moment he felt a huge amount of strength, pressing on his back. If it wasn't for Zheng Haodong's good martial arts skills, he would have Already lying on the ground.

The rest of the Zheng family members were also uncomfortable. When Long Yuetian's cold eyes fell, the whole mourning hall seemed to be shackled invisible, trapping them in place firmly, and it was extremely heavy.

Zheng Zixing's father, Zheng Xia, had trembling legs and his face turned red, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment.

And Zheng Zixing's second uncle is also the man who was given power by Zheng Haodong to the entire Zheng family. Zheng Qiu is undoubtedly the one with the least pressure, because his martial arts skills are also not low. Although he is different from Long Yuetian, he is stronger than Zheng Xia. Too much.

Although Zheng Qiu's body didn't have much pressure, the pressure in his heart was indeed extremely heavy, especially when he saw his father's face was extremely ugly, Zheng Qiu's heart was engaged in a battle between heaven and man, hesitating endlessly.

"Don't you think I, Long Yuetian, can't see this little trick? Zheng Haodong!"

Long Yuetian's hoarse and cold voice, as if hanging from the nine heavens, suddenly rang in the ears of several people with an extremely fierce momentum.

Zheng Haodong's body trembled violently, he was already bent a little due to the oppression, and he looked even more stooped, his face was extremely pale.

"Senior Long! Since you and Zixing are masters and apprentices, can't you expose it?"

Zheng Haodong seemed to be pleading, and said in a hoarse voice:
Long Yuetian's face remained unchanged, his cold eyes still fell on Zheng Haodong.

"Hmph! Zixing lost to others, and I, as a master, will naturally seek justice for him! But you should never have done it! Use Zixing's death to force me! Don't you think I, Long, can be easily manipulated? character!"

The incomparably sharp words sounded like thunder in Zheng Haodong's ears, and a powerful air flow suddenly rose from Long Yuetian's body, blowing on Zheng Haodong's body like a storm, making Zheng Haodong take several steps back.

The already pale and withered face became even more pale.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"