Chapter 251: How dare to be presumptuous in front of Master Chen!

Respect me as god!
Chen Xinglie's remark was definitely not made up in a random manner, but the leader of the Yulin Army always prevailed and said it himself when he was kneeling on the ground.
Chen Xinglie asked him if he was afraid.
Chang Sheng said: "I respect my son, like a god."
This is something that happened not long ago.
Chang Sheng's tone of voice at that time was so humble. I didn't expect Chang Sheng's son, Chang Long, to be so rampant.
but.
Before seeing the Qianzhang sword light, Chang Sheng seemed to be as rampant as this Changlong, and even more arrogant. He led thousands of forest troops and blocked the entire long street. The white horse silver spear was located in front of the army formation. Chen Xinglie rushed away...
"The son."
Duan Wuhuan handed over to Chen Xinglie: "The young man is a and man, and Chang Sheng has said that, but he has some knowledge."
Chen Xinglie ignored it.
Wouldn't it be very annoying if everyone who slid in and shot a horse had to respond with one or two sentences?
Just when Duan Wuhuan was talking, a group of imperial spies, lined up neatly, swarmed into Wenchang Street and surrounded the group of dudes who were blocking the gate of Wu'an Hou Mansion.
Cang!
The sword is out of its sheath.
The blade is white and bright, and when the sun shines, it is even more murderous.
"Take it!"
Duan Wuhuan gave an order, and the spies started arresting people with knives.
But how could this group of dudes that Chang Long brought with them be captured. ?
On Wenchang Street, the generals and colleges of the Datong Dynasty lived there. Once the children of Jiangmen lived in the lair, once a person was in his own territory, he was easy to be bold, and even the imperial spies were not afraid. The sons and buddies took out their weapons one by one, preparing to fight the spies.
Doing this kind of thing does not require Chang Long to give orders.
On weekdays, this group of Jiangmen children did not fight and make trouble in the capital, and there was no other way to win them. Unless you meet the children of the royal family and the children of civil servants, you will occasionally fail to fight.
The spy of the Dynasty did not have much majesty in the hearts of these dudes.
It's just a steer!
It's just the partisan of Qin Wannian, the eunuch's servant, and the lackey of the eunuch, why is it true?
In the hearts of this group of Jiangmen disciples, the Secret Agent of the Dynasty saw them, and they always treated each other with courtesy and did not dare to make mistakes.
unfortunately.
Today is a little different from the past.
The spy agents don't care about it, and they cut it.
Although the children of Jiangmen have family martial arts and are proficient in battle formations, they have an advantage in group battles.
However, too young and fledgling.
At their age, even if the martial arts of the family is not trivial, they have only cultivated to the second state of martial arts, Burning Body. In the Qingyang sect of Qingyun City, you can mix the position of an inner disciple, and how can you fight Dynasty spy like a wolf like a tiger?
Chang Long's cultivation is not low.
The fifth state of the martial arts world.
During the group battle, Chang Long's martial arts aura had already taken shape for the most part, gathered into a vague image of a tiger, and the spy of the ordinary dynasty could not help him.
"How dare you be presumptuous in front of Master Chen! What a daredevil!"
Duan Wuhuan sneered, and rushed to Chang Long in one step, lifted the folding fan, and swayed countless fan shadows, and a fan was clicked on Chang Long's chest.
Click...
The cold air rushed out of the fan, poured into Chang Long's heart and mouth meridians, and quickly spread to the entire body, causing Chang Long to collapse to the ground, unable to move, and there were bursts of cold on his body and his face was pale.
After Duan Wuhuan overwhelmed Chang Long with a fan, he drew himself up in front of Chen Xinglie, and said, "Xiaguan has been following the son from a distance, and he also asked the son to make atonement."
Chen Xinglie's eyes were indifferent, his eyes swept towards Duan Wuhuan.
Zhen Yingxiong hurriedly said: "Okay, you have no joy. You obviously have been behind us, but you have to wait until Cai Lang releases Mingdi and sends a signal before you appear. Why don't you come here earlier?"
Duan Wuhuan lowered his head and said, "The lower official didn't get the permission of the son, so he only dared to follow from a distance, not to approach, and not to show up."
Zhen Yingxiong touched his chin and said in thought: "My son, what Duan Wuhuan said seems to be the truth."
Duan Wuhuan quickly raised his head, observing his words.
Chen Xinglie ignored the two of them, but looked at the street quietly.
The dynasty spies played very lively with the dudes, and they had contacts. Those dudes fought and retreated and gathered together. For a while, the dynasty spies seemed to be unable to help them.
It is clear.
The dynasty spies did not kill.
They have concerns.
If you really kill this group of generals, it will inevitably lead to instability in the army of the Datong Dynasty. After all, there are as many as hundreds of generals disciples present, and they are extremely involved and cannot be hacked.
but.
After the disciples gathered in the street, Chang Long, who had fallen to the ground in the crowd, became a lonely man, lying on the ground alone, a little far away from where the disciples of Jiangmen were.
The two dynasty spies grabbed Chang Long and sent it to Chen Xinglie.
"The son."
Zhen Yingxiong asked: "This time, shall we serve people with virtue or hang up and fight?"
Chen Xinglie said lightly: "Hang up."
Zhen Haojie grabbed Chang Long, who was all over his body, and walked out of the mansion gate, preparing to hang this man on the lintel of Wuanhou Mansion.
"You are stupid!" Zhen Yingxiong raised his two fingers, banged his brother's forehead fiercely, and cursed: "Wu'anhou is an acquaintance of the son. You hang Changlong in the middle of the palace gate. Wu'anhou's face, isn't he intentionally offending Wu'anhou?"
Zhen Haojie asked, "What should I do?"
Zhen Yingxiong looked at the door frame and said, "Don't hang it in the middle, just hang it a little beside it."
Zhen Haojie nodded quickly and said, "It makes sense!"
Are they all hanging from the lintel?
Is there a difference?
Two mentally retarded!
Chen Xinglie frowned slightly, but ignored it.
It's just an individual.
If you offend, you offend.
What matters?
If Wu'anhou came out in time to stop this group of Jiangmen children making trouble, Chen Xinglie would definitely not let the heroes and heroes hang Changlong on the gate of Wu'anhou's mansion.
But Wu Anhou didn't come out!
How sharp is the hearing of martial arts masters. Wu'anhou is a master of cultivation, and he is not under the constant victory of the Yulin army master. Since this Wuanhou is in the mansion, how can he not hear what happened at the door?
Even if you can't hear it.
Could it be that such a big thing happened, the people in the mansion would tell Wu'anhou without telling it to their own monarch?
Obviously it was deliberately not coming out!
Wu Anhou's move must have something else profound.
Is it deliberately to indulge this group of general disciples, let them insult this seat, and then take a look at how this seat is embarrassed?
Or take advantage of this to see how many catties and taels of this seat are, how good is it, is it worthy of his Wu'anhou daughter?
Or is it another reason?
Chen Xinglie smiled coldly and said, "Hang up!"
The two heroes immediately lifted Chang Long.
The lieutenant of the gatekeeper of the Hou Mansion hurriedly stopped, and said, "My uncle, let your anger go! This is the Mansion of the King!"