A young man in ancient costume, carrying a big sword on his back, stood behind Ye Chen expressionlessly:

"Isn't it interesting for you to deal with an unarmed old man?"

Ye Chen's voice was cold:

"What you should ask more is, what did Ma Tianping do?"

"Besides, you have no right to ask me!"

The young man's voice was cold:

"No matter what my grandfather did, in short, you are wrong to deal with an unarmed 80-year-old man!"

Ye Chen turned his back to the young man:

"According to what you say, the old man can kill people, set fires, and rob in public?"

"The old man can sit on someone's head and shit, while others have to swallow their anger?"

"Who do you think you are?" Ye Chen suddenly turned around!

He grabbed Ma Tianping's head and walked towards the corner of the table!

Ma Tianping shouted:

"Ye Chen! If you dare to kill me, my nephew Ma Feng will not let you go!"

"My nephew has been practicing in Qingfeng Mountain since he was a child! Now he is at the peak of the Xuan Realm! He is only a hair away from the Heaven Realm!"

"You are at most twenty-three years old this year. My grandson is already 46 years old! He is twice your age! If he goes out with a sword, the opponent's head will fall to the ground!"

"So, if you kneel down and kowtow to me now to apologize, I can beat you less. It's impossible not to beat you!"

The more Ma Tianping talked, the more excited he became, and the more proud he became, as if he had returned to the peak of his power!

"Hurry up and kneel down, kowtow to me and beg for mercy!"

"Noisy!"

"Thump!" Ye Chen pressed Ma Tianping's head and hit the corner of the table with a bang!

Ma Tianping's head was hit with a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, and blood spurted out!

Ye Chen said while bumping:

"I'll hit you! What can you do?"

Ma Feng said coldly: "Ye Chen! Let my uncle go quickly, I'm angry!"

"Stop it immediately before it's too late! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Ye Chen pressed Ma Tianping's head and knocked it against all the corners of the table!

The collision caused blood all over Ma Tianping's head!

shocking!

"I just beat your uncle! What can you do to me?"

Ye Chen has always been like, you are crazy, I am crazier than you!

Ma Tianping was like a dead dog at this time, his head was wheezing and bleeding!

He stared at Ye Chen with wide eyes and an unwilling expression on his face!

He didn't believe it at all. How could Ye Chen dare to kill his nephew in front of him unscrupulously?

But, he's not dead yet!

He still has his eyes open!

It's not that Ye Chen doesn't work hard enough, it's that he keeps controlling his strength!

Let Ma Tianping suffer the greatest torture!

Ye Chen raised his foot and stepped on Ma Tianping's head!

"Ye Chen! If you don't let go of my uncle, you will die miserably!" Ma Feng shouted!

Because his past could only hasten the death of his uncle!

Ma Feng shouted: "Ye Chen! Listen to me! When my uncle dies, that's when you die!"

"Really? Then I want him to die!"

Click!

Ye Chen kicked him down!

Ma Tianping’s head was trampled to pieces!

Like a watermelon blooming, it splashes everywhere!

Ye Chen's voice was cold:

"I beat your uncle, what can you do to me?!"

"I trampled him to death again, what can you do to me?"

Ma Feng nodded: "Ye Chen, you're done! You succeeded in irritating me!"

Ye Chen hugged his shoulders and looked at Ma Feng:

"I think you should change your name to Wasp!"

"Because besides buzzing around, what else can you do?"

Wasp's voice was cold: "Okay! Now it's your time to die! Look at the sword!"

The wasp slapped me on the waist!

A long sword flew towards Ye Chen's neck!

Ma Feng didn't look at Ye Chen. After stabbing the side of his face with his sword, he immediately put away his sword:

"Finished!"

brush!

Ma Feng withdrew his sword and prepared to collect his uncle's body.

"Your swordsmanship is really not that good, is that all?" Ye Chen's cold voice came from behind!

"Ah?" Ma Feng trembled and turned around in disbelief:

"What?! You're not dead?"

Ma Feng was shocked!

It doesn’t make sense!

Ma Feng walked up to Ye Chen in disbelief and looked at his neck carefully:

"Maybe I drew the sword too fast and your head hasn't rolled off yet."

"That's enough!" Ye Chen shouted loudly and spat at Ma Feng!

"Right eye!"

puff!

A mouthful of sticky phlegm flew towards Ma Feng's right eye!

Ma Feng's right eye was instantly penetrated by sticky phlegm!

"Ah——" Ma Feng covered his bleeding eyes and shouted:

"You, use a concealed weapon!"

"You don't have martial ethics!"

Ye Chen's voice was cold:

"What? When did sticky phlegm become a hidden weapon? Did you stipulate it?"

"What? Phlegm? Impossible!" Ma Feng gritted his teeth and reluctantly dug out his bleeding right eye.

Put it in the palm of your hand and take a closer look, it’s true!

A mouthful of phlegm! Nothing else!

Ye Chen turned his back to Ma Feng:

"Now, do you believe it?"

Ma Feng covered his injured right eye:

"You are indeed very powerful! This matter is not over yet!"

"gone!"

After Ma Feng finished speaking, he turned around and ran down the mountain!

After running a thousand meters, Ma Feng turned around and vomited:
To be continued...