Chapter 14: It's crazy!

Boom!
The door panel was kicked to fly several feet, smashed to the ground, aroused a puddle of rubble and dust, sprinkled the dining table in a mess and soiled the delicious food on the table.
Chen Xinglie's eyes sank and put down the barbecue.
Doorway.
A group of people rushed over menacingly.
Fei Zhi took the lead and walked in the forefront, with a smile, and said, "I heard that when Junior Brother Chen came back, he rode a flying cicada. It's really a luxury."
"This kind of war beast is worth a hundred taels of gold, but it can only be rode and flew once. Junior Brother Chen is willing to spend even this kind of wronged money. He must have gone out to make a fortune."
"Go rich, don't forget each other."
"Has Junior Brother Chen heard of this?"
Fei Zhi said as he stomped.
boom!
The door panel on the ground was crushed to pieces.
"Senior brother, let me say something like a heart-wrenching one. If you are not obedient, with my strength, I can open your pulse and trample you to death. It's so simple!"
Fei Zhi patted his thigh, showing off his power.
A group of outer disciples, about thirty or forty people, stood behind Fei Zhi.
Everyone was wearing Qingyangzong's standard robes, standing neatly, with cold eyes, staring at Chen Xinglie.
This scene makes it like a gangster, leading a group of big hands to oppress good people.
The tenth level of the open pulse realm is very strong?
The position of true disciple of Qingyang Sect is great?
With disdain in his eyes, Chen Xinglie looked at the group of people indifferently, only to find that among the group of outer disciples behind Fei Zhizhi, not only were Fei Zhi's subordinates, but a half of them were actually Chen Xinglie's own outer disciples.
It's really a group of youngsters who eat inside and out!
What's interesting is that the eyes of these two and five boys are even more fierce and fierce than Fei Zhi's men.
"this is……"
Chen Xinglie raised his eyes and asked calmly: "Do you want to rob or blackmail?"
Fei Zhi shook his head, and said: "It means this, but you can't say that. Please also ask Junior Brother Chen to hurry up and give the money quickly."
Worthy of being a disciple of the magic sect.
It's really rampant.
This style...
I like it!
A smile appeared in Chen Xinglie's eyes, his tone indifferent, and said, "What if you don't?"
"Senior Brother Chen refuses to give it, so Senior Brother can only work harder. It's his own. However, Junior Brother Chen's small arms and legs are thin and tender, I'm afraid it can't stand the toss, hahaha..."
Fei Zhi looked contemptuous, and as he spoke, he saw Li Qinglian lying on the side sleeping. He couldn't help but gleam in his eyes: "Yo! Brother Chen also brought a big beauty back! Haha, tonight, let me Brother, help you to have a good time, haha..."
The laughter was rampant, echoing in the yard.
Although Zhang Sanniang was five big and three thick, but courageous, she rolled her eyelids and fainted.
Uncle Chen was so angry that he grabbed the knife for cutting barbecue, but his hands kept shaking.
The two were so frightened that it aroused each other's arrogance.
"Why don't you need money or something like that, Brother Fei will do it yourself, I am willing to do it for you! Brother Fei just go cool with beautiful women..."
"Chen Xinglie has always been as timid as a mouse, afraid to fight with others, he is simply blinded by his five-fold cultivation base, just a paper tiger! Although I don't have any martial arts cultivation base, I dare to do it and make it cruel!"
"Injured or disabled, Brother Fei will just give you a message."
Outer disciples you say a word to me, don't pay attention to Chen Xinglie, who is an inner disciple.
"What's the rush!" Fei Zhi shouted violently, scanned the crowd, and said coldly: "Shi Feiyu is not dead yet!"
Everyone hurriedly shut up and stopped making a sound.
Fei Zhi walked a few steps forward, came to the table, looked down at Chen Xinglie sitting on the stool, and said, "You and I, brothers, are sympathetic, and borrow some money from each other. Why is it so difficult? Now, even if I don’t borrow the money from you, others will come to you to borrow..."
Anyone else?
Could it be that in this Qingyang sect, the former Chen Xinglie seemed to be a soft persimmon, can everyone be deceived?
now what?
The deceiver die!
Chen Xinglie's eyes were joking and did not answer.
Uncle Chen stepped forward and shouted boldly: "You! Don't deceive people too much!"
Fei Zhi curled his lips and sneered: "Old dog! Do you want to bite me?"
Uncle Chen looked at Chen Xinglie, who was sitting still, gritted his teeth, and roared: "The management fee on the street, it's fine if you it away. But now you run to the door to grab the money, and you say something like the same door. Brother, you still shameless, do you still have a conscience?"
"If you dare to step forward, I...I..."
"I'll fight with you!"
Uncle Chen grabbed the meat cutting knife and pointed at Fei Zhi, but his hands kept shaking.
Obviously, Uncle Chen was extremely frightened.
The old man's actions not only had no deterrent effect, but also caused the group of outside disciples to laugh.
"This old dog, I'm afraid it's not going to laugh at us."
"If there is a master, there must be a servant."
"The master is a pustule, and the old servant is naturally a useless waste."
Everyone ridiculed.
The yard was filled with joy.
Fei Zhi was too lazy to entangle any more, ignoring Uncle Chen and his knife, staring at Chen Xinglie coldly, and said, "Hand over all the money!"
Chen Xinglie raised his eyes and asked, "Do you really want money?"
Fei Zhi sneered without speaking.
Chen Xinglie asked again: "Where's your hand?"
"Junior Brother Chen is happy!"
Fei Zhi smiled proudly, stretched out his hand and opened his palm.
Huh!
A cold light flashed.
Fei Zhi only felt cold in his hand, his entire palm was cut off, and he fell on the table with a snap.
Immediately afterwards, there was a scream like a pig.
"what!"
Fei Zhi clutched the wound, staggered back, and fell to the ground. The blood was like an arrow, splashing from the gaps of the fingers, showering the surrounding group of outer disciples with a bright red.
This scene directly shocked the outer disciples.
"What a quick knife! This knife is like flashing electric lights, and you can't see it at all..."
"With the strength of Senior Brother Fei, I can't respond completely!"
"Could it be that Chen Xinglie has broken through to the second state of martial arts, the burning state?"
Everyone was extremely frightened and wondered in their hearts how Chen Xinglie would deal with them next. As long as they thought of this, everyone trembled with fright, and even dared not raise their hands to wipe the blood on their faces.
Uncle Chen was also stunned.
The old man didn't see clearly that the cleaver in his hand was taken away by the son. What's more, I didn't expect my son to become so domineering!
Is this... still the weak son of your own?
Chen Xinglie finally got up from the chair, pierced the severed hand on the table with a meat cutter, and walked slowly towards Fei Zhi.
Fei Zhidown was also heroic, and his hand was cut off, and he only screamed, then gritted his teeth, and stopped making any noise.
The outer disciples were silent, and no one dared to speak again.
The scene was terribly quiet.
Tick! Tick!
The sound of the cleaver dripping blood was particularly clear at this moment.
Chen Xinglie stopped in front of Fei Zhi and waved his arm.
Snapped!
The severed hand on the cleaver flew out and hit Fei Zhi's face fiercely.
Chen Xinglie shook his head with a three-point sigh in his tone, and said, "I forgot to tell you that I stretched my hand too long and it breaks easily."