God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 8 Qin Family Funeral
In the solemn and solemn ancestral land of the Qin family, people who came to pay their respects wore black suits and stood in the green grass.

From time to time, a few women dressed as noble ladies sobbed softly and wiped the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs, making people wonder what kind of relationship they have with Qin Feifei.

But from the corner of their eyes, they aimed at the young man standing aside, and cunning flashed in their eyes.

That young man was Qin Kunpeng. From time to time, someone would turn their gaze towards him, their eyes full of evaluation and evaluation, mixed with a bit of pity.

Even though he is only a teenager, his body shape is no different from that of an adult, which shows his extraordinary talent in martial arts.

Qin Kunpeng gritted his teeth, the acupoints all over his body were blocked, and he couldn't even speak.

Looking at these people around him, disgust flashed in his eyes, not only because it was like looking at goods, but also because of his indifference towards them.

Inevitably, there are people who my grandfather helped, but instead of offering help, they even want to take a bite of their flesh after my grandfather passed away.

He hated these people to the core, and what he hated the most was Uncle Zhao next to him. Grandpa had saved his life for him, but he repaid his favor with revenge.

Noticing Qin Kunpeng's hateful eyes, Uncle Zhao didn't care at all. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. His life is short, and he will seize every glimmer of hope!
After the person presiding over the ceremony finished telling Qin Feifan's life, he said to everyone, "Although Chairman Qin is gone, the living still have to go on."

He paused, as if he was trying to prepare the atmosphere, "I propose, how about holding the handover ceremony of directors in front of Chairman Qin?"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene nodded.

Of course, this was agreed in advance. The host took out a tray with a beautiful jade pendant on it, which was the symbol of the owner.

"Since everyone agrees, let's invite the most capable person in the history of the Qin family—Master Qin Hongliang!"

The light shone on Qin Hongliang, who was smelling of alcohol, "Haha, welcome, welcome everyone, hiccup~" He was still disheveled and held out his hands to everyone while still drunk.

Under the smiling eyes of everyone, he walked towards the past.

It's a child's play, it's a farce!Qin Kunpeng roared crazily in his heart, how could he!His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the man named his father.

He would never allow Qin Hongliang to tarnish the family heirloom, which was left by his grandmother.

The hand that had just finished the business of men and women stretched towards the jade pendant like this, getting closer and closer.

Just when he was about to touch it, the bodies of two bodyguards in black fell on Qin Hongliang's body.

"Fuck! Come and give me a hand!" Qin Hongliang, who was so dizzy from being smashed, was crushed below. Because of his long-term addiction and lust, his body was almost hollowed out, and he didn't have the strength to push the two people on him away.

He who was supported by the crowd looked forward.

It was a man in a solid black suit, with sparse stubble and blurred eyes, he unsteadily picked up a gourd and took a gulp of it into his mouth.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what was going on, and then turned to Qin Hongliang, waiting for his decision.

Ye Yuxuan, who was hiding in the crowd, was also puzzled, who ordered this?Although he is willing to bring down the Qin family, but now is not the time.

"Look at what I'm doing, arrest him!" Qin Hongliang yelled, and looked angrily at the drunk in front of him, "Dare to come to Qin's house to make trouble, I'm really tired of work!"

Immediately, the bodyguards guarding the area rushed towards Situ Huang.

These bodyguards are all top-notch fighters of the Qin family, and the worst ones are in the fifth level of warriors. They punched hard, and the strong wind howled, which showed their power.

Under the siege of so many people, even the peak fighters could not retreat completely, and would definitely be seriously injured!
Complacency flashed across Qin Hongliang's eyes, and he happened to let them see what would happen to Qin Hongliang if he offended me!
He couldn't wait for this drunk man to be beaten to a pulp.

Seeing that the dozen or so fists were about to land on Situ Huang's body, Qin Hongliang had a sinister smile on his face.

Qin Kunpeng, who was standing away from the crowd, closed his eyes unbearably, and could already imagine the tragic end of that person.

Situ Huang, who didn't dodge or evade, only thought that he was frightened, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

In the blink of an eye, the bodyguards had already fallen to the ground, while Situ Huang in the center was unscathed and still drinking wine.

what's going on?
At that moment, they didn't see clearly what happened.

The man walked forward step by step, and everyone made way for him.

"Uncle Zhao!" Qin Hongliang looked at the crowd, beckoning him, "Take him down!"

Now is an important ceremony for him to succeed the head of the family, and such a big ugliness will never be allowed!
A figure soared into the sky, and Uncle Zhao was like an eagle, with his arms outstretched, his five fingers slightly bent, and sharp nails protruding from the fingertips, and he grabbed Situ Huang swiftly and fiercely.

Uncle Zhao is only one step away from becoming a congenital martial artist. He has been immersed in martial arts for a hundred years, which is unmatched by ordinary people, and his eagle claw skills are even more perfect.

Everyone vaguely looked at it, as if it really looked like an eagle flying in the sky.

"If you dare to come to Qin's house to make trouble, you deserve death!" Eagle Claw went from top to bottom towards Tianling Gai, Uncle Zhao showed murderous intent, wanting to vent the resentment in his heart on Situ Huang.

But Uncle Zhao's wish was doomed not to come true, his eyes were spinning, and his whole body fell to the ground beside him uncontrollably.

There was a slap mark on his face, Uncle Zhao's mouth was raised and he couldn't close it.

Uncle Zhao, who was covered in mud, looked at the man in embarrassment, but the man didn't even give him a look, as if he was just an insignificant ant.

The eyes of the people around him looked at him, as if they were laughing at him. He couldn't bear this kind of look, this kind of contempt!

He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, a pill appeared in his hand, and threw it into his mouth.

It was the breakthrough pill promised by Qin Hongliang. He wanted to find a breakthrough when the matter was over, but he didn't expect to use it so soon.

In an instant, Uncle Zhao's withered body swelled up like an inflated balloon. He stared at the pain, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyeballs.

During the breath, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and his bloated body was almost about to burst.

He is breaking through the innate martial artist!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" A roar made everyone take half a step back in fright.

It's so desperate. If you break through like this, aren't you afraid of being destroyed by the true energy and dying?
But Zhao Bowan seemed to be crazy, his body suddenly shrunk, his thin body turned into strong muscles, and his old skin glowed with vitality.

Innate martial artist, success!

He laughed loudly, exuding his aura casually, showing his own strength.

(End of this chapter)