I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Yang Su didn't see anything.

This is actually not to blame him.

Because Wang Lie, who was standing opposite Bai Lin, actually didn't see anything.

He only felt that there was an invisible existence, directly into his mind.

Then, his mind was directly boiling, and he began to suffer severe pain.

Yang Su stood there, watching Wang Lie's face change little by little.

He didn't react at all, why didn't Wang Lie receive the slightest harm, yet his face suddenly became so hideous!

Bai Lin glanced at Wang Lie, who was still standing still trembling, turned her head and walked out of the gate.

Wang Lie's body was still twitching, and when he shook a few times, he fell limp to the ground.

The subordinates that Wang Lie had brought before were originally just standing in the hall and watching. After seeing Wang Lie really fallen, they came in with hands and feet to lift people.

The owner of the house died, and these people also ran off like a group of bereaved dogs, with their tails between them.

Looking at Wang Lie, who was still twitching after falling to the ground, and even his eyes were beginning to turn white, Yang Su was in a good mood.

He snorted coldly, sat down with a smile on his face, and even asked the young man to make a cup of tea before the rain that his lover honored him.

Although this tea is not expensive, he cherishes it very much, and he kept it for a long time. He only drank it twice including today's time.

The first time was the death of Wang Lie's father, and the second time was today.

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Yang Mansion was beaming up and down, but the Palace of the Eight Sages was not so good.

When he went out in the morning, Wang Lie still had a smug expression. Whoever wanted to come back was already lying unconscious.

Several princesses fell on the ground and began to cry.

Even a few caring little maids also specially handed a few pieces of ginger.

Just as there was a wailing in the Eight Sages Palace, an old figure stepped out of the backyard of the Eight Sages Palace.

This is an old man with a rickety figure.

Originally, the backyard of the Palace of the Eight Sages was always sealed by chains.

There were even more than a dozen locks on the door of the backyard, and the keyholes of some locks were blocked.

However, as the old man's footsteps sounded, these locks even began to loosen.

The weather was clear and windless, but these locks began to swing constantly.

When the old man walked to the door, the locks fell to the ground one after another.

In this way, the old man said nothing, glanced at the decayed lock on the ground, and walked straight out of the yard.

His figure flashed directly into the front hall.

At this moment, Wang Lie was still lying on the ground, and there was no place on his body that was not twitching.

With the surprised eyes of the people around him, the old man slowly walked to Wang Lie's side and gently touched Wang Lie's forehead with his hand.

At the beginning, when these people saw the ragged old man, they even thought of blocking it, but no matter how they struggled, they could only stand still and could not step forward to stop the old man. Every move.

In this way, among the crowd of people watching, the old man prevented Wang Lie from convulsing with only one light touch.

Many of Wang Lie's wives and concubines were stunned.

They had never seen this old man at all, nor had they seen such a magical ability.

In their minds, Wang Lie was already a dead person. What they can do now is to express their grief as soon as possible, and then wait until Wang Lie's death is divided.

But what they didn't expect was that this old man's slow little movement directly saved Wang Lie's life.

Wang Lie's convulsions stopped, but he still did not wake up, but lay down on the ground with his eyes closed.

The ragged old man stood still and slowly closed his eyes with a sigh.

He finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and heavy, and it sounded like a piece of rotten wood, constantly rubbing the grains of sand:

"My life is saved, but it's up to him whether he can wake up!"

At this time, Wang Lie's most beloved and youngest concubine stood up directly and ordered his servants to get a few hundred taels of silver for the ragged old man.

Seeing this pretentious young woman, the ragged old man just shook his head slightly, then walked directly to the main seat of the hall and sat down slowly.

Just after he sat down, Wang Lie's wife suddenly went crazy and crawled back to her house.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the wives and concubines, Wang Lie's wife Zhao Clan soon came to the door with a portrait.

In fact, when she reached the door, she dared not take another step, and she knelt down directly.

The ragged old man gently picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip slowly, and then said to Zhao who was kneeling in front of the hall:

"It's rare that you are interested! You have never seen me, but you still see me from the portraits collected by your princes!"

At this time, Zhao fell to his knees, swallowed very hard, and slowly asked with his already trembling voice:

"Are you really...?"

Before Zhao finished asking, the old man sitting on the front seat directly put down the tea cup, and then glanced at the people standing in the hall.

With just a glance, everyone seemed to be struck by lightning and lay down on the ground.

There were only two people who were able to stay awake inside and outside the hall, the old man sitting in the hall, and the Zhao family kneeling at the door.

The old man stood up slowly, walked to the door, and helped Zhao up.

"The little girl of the Zhao family, you guessed it right, the old man is Wang Xu, and also your husband's cheap father!"

Zhao's tears began to rush straight away. Although the old man supported him, he still struggled to kneel down, and respectfully knocked the old man three times.

"Unless daughter-in-law Zhao, I have met Prince Jin!"

The old man waved his hand gently:

"Whether or not the king is promoted, it is already a story in the history books, and now I am just an old man who has nothing!"

Zhao raised his head tremblingly, and then asked Wang Xu:

"Have you suspended animation before?"

Wang Xu turned his back to the Zhao family and nodded:

"In order to let my brother relax his vigilance, and in order for my son to succeed in succeeding to the throne, I also had to make such a move! But no matter how many calculations I have, I never thought that it was me who would force me out of the dead. Unfilial son!"

Speaking of this, Wang Xu glanced again. Wang Lie, who was still lying on the ground, had seven points of sadness and three points of kindness in his eyes.

"Looking for money and lustful, no one is deceived! I told him a long time ago that he will have this robbery sooner or later! But he just won't listen!"

After talking about this, Wang Xu turned around again, looking outside the door with piercing eyes:

"But no matter how my son is not a thing, I am the only one who can teach him this day!"

"No matter who it is, you will have to pay a **** price!"

Sitting beside Yang Chan, Bai Lin, who was dozing off, suddenly sneezed!