Chapter 89: Strong behead

"Little beast, you are looking for death!" Zhang Gongfeng was furious, and immediately jumped up, wanting to clean up Xiao Chen.
A trace of excitement flashed on the faces of Xiao Wuya and others, as if they had seen Xiao Chen being maimed by Zhang Zhuong, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.
Only Ji Yutong's face suddenly surged with intense worry, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't breathe.
Xiao Chen stood proudly in the middle of the living room, without any change in color, just spit out two words gently: "Xiao Yi!"
The words fell, a tyrannical figure stopped in front of Xiao Chen, raised his hand, and confronted Zhang Zhuanfeng.
boom!
The two palms struck each other, and the violent wind and waves swept in all directions, shaking the entire Ji family living room, shocking Ji Beichen and even Long Yi, a martial artist, could not help retreating.
"No wonder it's so arrogant, I didn't expect Xiao Wuya to hide a good master by his side!"
Xiao Chen whispered softly, being able to face Yan Qing face-to-face, this Zhang Gongfu did have two brushes, although the palm Yan Qing did not use much strength just now.
boom!
With a palm against each other, Zhang Zongfeng's body took a full ten steps back before stopping the retreat, while Yan Qing was indifferent, standing still.
Zhang Zongfeng stabilized his figure and focused his attention on the handsome and overly mysterious powerhouse in front of him, with a look of jealousy in his eyes.
Yan Qing was entangled by the cyan mist at this moment, and could barely see the outline of her body.
"who are you?"
Zhang Gongfeng asked in a deep voice, he could feel the strength of the other party, possibly even far above him, which shocked him extremely.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but you shouldn't do anything to my master," Yan Qing sneered, her words full of contempt, and she didn't put Zhang Zhuan in her eyes at all.
Xiao Wuya and others looked at Zhang Gongfu and Yan Qing in surprise. They had never thought that this handsome man turned out to be a master who could repel Zhang Gongfu.
Because they didn't feel the cultivation breath in him from the beginning.
"Now, the eldest prince still wants to explain?" Xiao Chen looked at Xiao Wuya plainly.
"Zhang Gongfeng, do your best to kill him?" Xiao Wuya shouted, his face full of anger.
His face was extremely gloomy, and although he was terrified of Yan Qing's strength, his inner dignity did not allow him to subdue to Xiao Chen.
In the previous fight, Zhang Gongfeng did fall short, but Xiao Wuya only thought it was because Zhang Gongfeng made a hasty move and underestimated the enemy, and did not think he was weaker than Yan Qing.
Zhang Gongfeng has followed him for many years, and Xiao Wuya has already blindly trusted his strength.
The corner of Yan Qing's eyes showed disdain, and he could see through Zhang Zhufeng's cultivation.
Consummation of the martial artist is indeed not bad. Xiao Wuya's blind confidence is not unreasonable. This level of cultivation is also counted in the Great Zhou. Wasn't the original Baili Black Wind also this level of cultivation?
It's a pity that he met Yan Qing from the eight-star Wuhou.
Zhang Gongfeng gritted his teeth angrily when he heard Xiao Wuya's angry shout. Only when he faced Yan Qing, did he know the horror of the other party.
But just so retreated, he was very unwilling.
"Why? Do you still want to do it? Or do you think you can't get over any wind and waves in front of Xiao Yi?" Xiao Chen said softly, with a calm expression and indifferent tone, making Zhang Gongfeng gritted his teeth.
"Ding! Trigger a side mission: Zhang Gongfeng's anger!"
"The host's disdain has caused Zhang Gongfeng to have a hatred of the host, he wants to kill the host and then hurry!"
"Task objective: kill Zhang Gongfeng!"
"Task Reward: A chance to draw a random lottery!"
The system prompt sounded suddenly in Xiao Chen's mind, and Xiao Chen sneered contemptuously.
The rewards are really small, which shows how weak the offering is.
"Xiao Yi, kill him!" Xiao Chen said while looking at Zhang Gongfeng.
"The master gave you a chance to survive, but you don't know that you cherish it. Ignorance is your death penalty," Yan Qing despised Zhang Gongfeng as if looking at the dead.
"You are too overestimating yourself," Zhang Zongfeng said with a guilty conscience, but he bit the bullet and snorted coldly. He was very upset with Yan Qing's gaze, because he usually looked at others.
Judging from the situation where he was facing Yan Qing just now, even if Yan Qing is stronger than him, he is not much stronger. With all his strength, he may not have the possibility of winning.
Take 10,000 steps back, even if you lose, you can still escape.
What he didn't know was that Yan Qing had not tried his best just now.
With a bang, Yan Qing suddenly fell behind Zhang Zongfeng, the ground was crushed to pieces, countless rubble flew away, and the cyan vitality appeared along the fingertips.
Time was almost stagnant, Yan Qing raised his hand, and the cyan qi condensed into a short knife, which quickly pierced Zhang Zhufeng's body, and the cyan mist drifted away.
Xiao Wuya's eyes slowly widened.
It was too late, and it was fast. In the eyes of Xiao Wuya and others, it seemed that Yan Qing flashed behind Zhang Gongfeng and pierced it with one finger.
Zhang Zhuanfeng's body suddenly dissipated, like smoke, without substance.
"Huh? This guy's supernatural powers are a little weird," Yan Qing said in surprise.
When Zhang Zongfeng appeared again, he came to the top of Yan Qing's head, turned around and slashed at Yan Qing with a hand knife. The purple flames instantly wrapped around his arm, containing infinite power.
It's a pity that Yan Qing is faster, and easily dodges his attack.
"Humph!"
Yan Qing's eyes were cold and stern, and he pointed to a knife, slashed with one finger, almost to the extreme, directly cut Zhang Zongfeng in half, splashing blood, this time, Zhang Zongfeng was too late to use his supernatural powers.
However, Yan Qing's offensive was not over yet, and countless cyan zhenqi turned into countless sword shadows erupting from his body, wringing the two halves of Zhang Zongfeng into pieces of meat.
Xiao Wuya, Long Yi and others left their seats one after another, retreating from where they were, but they were still strangled by the knife, blood covered in blood, and the pain made them unsteady, and they fell to the ground one by one.
Only Xiao Chen, Ji Yutong, and Yan Qing remained in the entire living room, which were still intact.
"His—what's that?"
"Well, what a terrifying breath, what kind of strong is he?"
"It's too strong, I feel as if I was spinning around death, and Suo Xing got his life back!"
The warriors who had tightly surrounded Xiao Chen were all injured and fell to the ground, but Yan Qing did not take their lives.
At this moment, these warriors who had recovered their lives were talking in horror, and the coercion from Yan Qing made them daunted.
Under everyone's upward gaze, Xiao Chen walked past Xiao Wuya, who had a gray face, and then sat in the seat that originally belonged to Xiao Wuya.
"The prince, now, do you still have to explain?" Xiao Chen sat on the chair, adjusted a comfortable posture, and asked softly, as if taking a nap, with a lazy attitude.