Cheng Jinzhou did not rush into the front hall directly. He was just a 13-year-old third-generation son. No matter how annoying Cheng Bingxun was, he was the legitimate son of Longzhi. The two were of different generations, so it was useless to go in.

Thinking about this, Xiao Cheng simply stood by the wall and listened carefully to the noise inside. After a while, he could understand.

In fact, there is nothing to say that. Cheng’s father needs some money now, and Cheng Jinzhou needs to go to Beijing, so Cheng’s mother wanted to sell some of the antiques at home. Cheng Bingxun got the news from somewhere and rushed over, saying that those antiques were things that were public and could not be sold by the three bedrooms, with the intention of getting a share of the pie. As for which of those items were public and which were owned by the three bedrooms, it was not necessary to say clearly.

As the saying goes, when the wall falls and everyone pushes it, outsiders dare not push the wall of the Cheng family. Like Cheng Bingxun, they want to make a fortune from the third house. There are inevitably stories such as past grudges, jealousy, and respect.

If Cheng Jinzhou was just arguing and asking for money, he would not be angry. Cheng Bingxun and his others brought more than a dozen strong men's families, and they were posing as robbing them. The front hall was narrow and could not be chopped with a knife and axe. Meng Dameng Er might not be able to easily take down more than a dozen people. It was really a bad problem, not only a bad problem, but also a heavy blow to Cheng Yunan's already fragile political life. Cheng's father was a disciple of ethics born in the imperial examination. He was known by outsiders that their brothers were fighting against each other (cousin) and it was certain that he was impeached.

Just for some spare money, regardless of the huge consequences that might have been caused to Cheng Yunan and even the Cheng family, Cheng Bingxun’s selfishness can be seen. Cheng Jinzhou hid in the corner and gritted his teeth, forcibly endured the urge to rush in and chop people.

Until Shi Yan and Xiang Xin arrived.

At this time, the front hall was already out of control.

Cheng Bingxun was prepared for a long time. Relying on the large crowd and powerful, he took the lead in snatching the antiques from Cheng's mother after packing the box. After realizing that the process was going well, he immediately thought about it and looked around and shouted: "Take off all the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. That is the original work of Yu Xiyi. Don't let them exchange them for stinky money."

A close friend moved the bench and climbed up. Cheng's father was immediately furious and shouted: "Cheng Bingxun, you dare!"

"Why don't I dare?" Cheng Bingxun said in a slight manner. Not to mention searching for the Daxia Dynasty in the Cheng family, he was also the best one.

Seeing that the other party's servant was about to take off the painting, Cheng Yunan even cursed: "Shameless, shameless!"

He was in love with ethics all his life, but he had a preference for calligraphy and paintings. The original works he received were even more beloved. How could he allow him to be taken away so much at this moment? Especially when the other party was his brother, he was almost filled with unfairness.

Cheng Jinzhou's teeth grinding sounded loudly, and he pulled Xiang Xin over and said, "I want you to do it for a favor and keep it confidential. Are you willing to do it?"

Xiang Xin was startled by Cheng Jinzhou's blood-red eyes and said hesitantly: "You said."

Not caring whether she agreed or not, Cheng Jinzhou stared at her eyes and said, "Did you deal with them without killing people? The noise cannot be too loud."

If Meng Da Meng Er takes action, he may be able to drive people away, but if the martial arts fight in the house are known, Cheng's father's future will be very bad, and killing people is even more undesirable.

"I can make fireballs, etc." Xiang Xin blinked. She was not sure about Cheng Jinzhou's difficulties in advancing and retreating, and said to herself: "If you control it and get hurt a few seriously, they will retreat, or I will come forward and drive them away?"

"No." Cheng Jinzhou shook his head. The movement of the astral warlock himself was huge enough, and he had to be careful that Cheng Bingxun came to do something bad. Afterwards, he promoted it again, and it was still bad.

The calligraphy and paintings in front of the hall have been taken off. Cheng Yunan stood in the hall with regret, closing his eyes without saying a word. Cheng Jinzhou looked at him with a palpitations and thought to himself, "Do you have a way to create anesthesia gas? Let them all faint."

"Wang Linghe Star Warlock's star array may be possible." Xiang Xin looked inside and shone slightly under her neck.

"Where is the electricity?"

Xiang Xin still shook her head.

Cheng Bingxun's proud laughter came from afar. The servant who had run away had a tendency to get closer. Everyone was obviously very interested in the conflicts within the Cheng family. Although they were in accordance with the rules and could not watch, their interest did not diminish at all.

Seeing that he could no longer drag, Cheng Bingxun seemed to have intentionally made a big fuss, Cheng Jinzhou whispered: "Xiang Xin, have you tried to burn the air around him with fire?"

"Air?" The math level of the astral warlocks is pretty good, but they are even weaker in other aspects.

"It's the wind." Cheng Jinzhou explained in a general way.

Xiang Xin asked in confusion: "What's the use? How to do it?"

She still trusts Cheng Jinzhou very much.

"It is to keep the fireball burning around the house, where the vents are vented, so it is best not to be discovered." Cheng Jinzhou was shorter than Xiang Xin, and said with great difficulty: "Fire will burn a substance in the wind, making people unable to breathe and suffocate."

Xiang Xin was shocked and didn't care about what material it was, and said first: "Your parents are still inside."

"It's just dizzy, nothing will happen." Cheng Jinzhou said, poking a small eye on the window and said, "Can you set fire around at the same time?"

Liu Kuang has more research on low temperatures, but his apprentices like to create high temperatures. In addition, it also shows that the fourth-level star warlock has the style of a great man.

Xiang Xin said confidently: "It's a bit difficult. I understand what you mean, let the flames burn around the house, but if the house is not ignited, it will not be discovered."

Cheng Jinzhou was stunned for a moment and said, "It's a little troublesome."

His method is similar to the principle of suffocation caused by fire, but the effect will be much worse without smoke.

"It's okay. I use white flames, this kind of weather is hard to detect. I'm starting." She said and began to activate the star array.

Cheng Jinzhou hurriedly pulled Mengda Meng Er and whispered: "When the people inside were breathing poorly, you rushed in. Mengda, please be careful to pull my parents out first, or smash a wall to drag them out. Meng Er, you are responsible for beating people, and you must keep everyone behind, not kill people, and you cannot seriously injure the nobles. Can it be done?"

Meng Dameng nodded heavily, and it was very stunning as a modern soldier. Each of them found an iron stick about a foot long, and it must have hurt when knocked on people.

Xiang Xin's shoulders and the blue fluorescent light on her neck were connected together, and the blue-white flames suddenly surrounded the beams like long tongues. The sound of the wind was like a flag in the canyon.

The high temperature of the flames quickly roasted the edge of the house to black. The artemisia near the courtyard had no water and curled in an instant. Cheng Jinzhou had to cover his face with his sleeves, feeling that silk clothes were burning.

He completely forgot that the temperature of the white flame is as high as 1500 degrees, while the common orange and red flames of people are only about 1000 degrees. The difference is basically the difference between fried steak and grilled steak.

The people standing outside were very hot, but Xiang Xin was still motionless and her eyelashes did not burn off. She controlled her tongue to rotate around the room, only a bead of sweat gathered on the tip of her nose.

At the beginning, people from the room wanted to rush out, but they were burned back without waiting to step over the door. After thirty or forty seconds, no one had the energy anymore. While burning, carbon monoxide will also be produced, which is the most common toxic gas.

Cheng Jinzhou was pinching the time and suddenly shouted: "Enough."

Meng Dameng Er waited for the flames to disappear, blocked his face with his arms, and ran into it without thinking. Fortunately, Xiang Xin's star formation was quickly closed, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the room, passive hypoxia and active intake of carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide caused nearly 20 people to fall. Those with better physical conditions could still support the ground with their hands, but they basically lost their ability to move.

Meng Er punched and kicked several people who were a little awake to the ground. He moved accurately. The person who was hit was in pain and could not make a sound. He curled up all over and had no ability to resist.

Meng Da first threw Cheng Yun'an out of the house, and then pulled Cheng's mother out through her sleeve. The defenses between men and women in the Daxia Dynasty were not strict, so he did a good job.

Cheng Jinzhou followed closely behind and punched Cheng Bingxun between his waist and abdomen. It was a pity that the latter had just woken up and rolled on the ground in pain, making a rumbling scream in his throat. Xiao Cheng was in poor health, but the intellectual Cheng Bingxun was not in much condition.

"Tie all the garbage in this train and take it to the car." Cheng Jinzhou narrowed his eyes and said to Shi Yan who had just arrived: "You stay here to take care of my parents, where is Shi Mo?"

"I'm waiting outside."

Cheng Jinzhou lifted his legs and left. A group of people behind him were violently bound by Meng Dameng Er, his mouth was stuffed with unidentified clothes, and fear was revealed in the whimpering sound.

After a moment, two carriages drove straight into the front hall of the courtyard. Although there were many curious servants outside, they didn't know what was happening inside. It was still useless to report to the top with cleverness. There were many rules in the courtyard. Even the butler was not allowed to pass the passage and enter and exit the gate of the three bedrooms at will, not to mention that he would never wading through Bingxun's muddy waters.

Meng Dameng Er stuffed more than a dozen people into the carriage like loading and unloading a package, and left without stopping. While Cheng Jinzhou twisted Cheng Bingxun's toes with his feet, he ordered Shimo to say, "Let me find someone to shovel all the grass in the yard, shovel the walls of the black and gray door posts and houses, and then apply white ash on them. It will be done before the afternoon. In addition, ask someone to find Chen Jie and ask him to bring his confidants to the Magnolia House. It is best not from the Cheng family."

Chen Jie was the person who described the steam engine that day. He entered the Holy Church privately, which was not popular, so he was somewhat expecting that Cheng Jinzhou could find a way out for him. The Holy Church and the Star Warlock were closely related, and the two had some interactions.

Shi Mo's little face twitched nervously, trying hard to remember, and kept dancing up and down.

Xiang Xin, who had experienced all the incidents, felt it only exciting. She had never felt the struggle between nobles of aristocrats. She was even worse than Cheng Jinzhou. She said with interest: "What is Magnolia Fang for?"

"Brotherhouse, the eight great alleys in Shaonan City." Cheng Jinzhou grinned with his lips: "I want Cheng Bingxun's family to eat no good results."
Chapter completed!