Qiao Wenya's mind suddenly became blank. It was hard to imagine how cruel her boyfriend was.

Shenghua noticed Qiao Wenya's attitude, became angry and embarrassed. He pushed her away with one hand, glared at Chen Feiyu, and sneered: "I didn't expect that you were the legendary Chinese warrior, which is really hateful."

Qiao Wenya's face turned pale. In her mind, Shenghua's always elegant and romantic image was suddenly broken.

"Yes, I am indeed a Chinese martial arts person." Chen Feiyu looked cold and continued to walk forward, saying, "If it weren't for my strength beyond your imagination, I'm afraid I've been killed on the spot by your "golden bodyguard" now."

On the other hand, John's expression changed drastically. Before coming to China, he had heard many legends of Chinese martial arts. He knew that the "Chinese martial arts world" was enough to be comparable to the Western Knights. He didn't believe it very much, but he didn't expect that Chen Feiyu was not only a Chinese martial artist, but also bounced him away with one finger. Such powerful strength was completely beyond his imagination.

"Damn it, it turns out that the Chinese warriors are really so powerful. If I had known it, I wouldn't have dueled Chen Feiyu!"

John was filled with regret.

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu had already walked to Shenghua's side and stretched out his finger.

"What are you... what are you?" Shenghua's expression changed slightly, his voice trembling. Then, he raised his head proudly and said, "I warn you that I am a noble British royal family and the third heir to the Evans family. Even if you are a senior official in Changlin Province, you must be polite to me. If you dare to attack me, believe it or not, I will immediately raise this matter to the diplomatic level? At that time, your Chinese officials will come to deal with you."

Wang Zhijian's expression changed slightly. Shenghua was right. No matter what, Shenghua was a member of the royal family abroad and had a sensitive identity. Once Chen Feiyu took action, the consequences would be more serious.

Not only did Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged, he curled his lips and said contempt: "I am still a descendant of Yan and Huang. The nobleman of Yan and Huang who has been passed down for 5,000 years is not as good as your heir to the Evans family? Do you think I am proud? What's more, you are just the third heir. Where did you get the confidence to show off in front of me?"

Shenghua was stunned, and for a moment, he didn't know how to refute it.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Chen Feiyu's eyes, and he bounced his fingers into the air. He heard a "bang" explosion of air. Shenghua screamed and flew backwards more than ten meters away, landing heavily on the ground, and scarlet blood flowed out of his forehead.

This was Chen Feiyu's mercy, turning the sword energy into qi energy, and only used 10% of the force. Otherwise, Shenghua would have probably already had his head blooming now.

Qiao Wenya exclaimed, and was about to run up to help Shenghua up, but as soon as she raised her feet, she thought of the scene when she was pushed away by Shenghua just now, and her steps suddenly stopped.

Shenghua covered his forehead and was about to stand up, but suddenly, Chen Feiyu came to stand in front of him in a flash, looked at him from a high point, and said proudly: "Remember, this is China, not Britain, nor is it where you can act recklessly. And your identity as a royal noble is worthless in front of me.

Next time, if you dare to provoke me again, I promise that your head will not only bleed, but also a big hole will appear. Even if you Queen of Great Britain comes, you will not be able to save you."

Chen Feiyu's words were filled with cold murderous intent.

Even though Shenghua was a royal nobleman and had a lot of knowledge since childhood, under Chen Feiyu's fierce murderous aura, his heart still felt extremely fearful, and his face was even pale without a trace of blood.

"Hmph." Chen Feiyu waved his sleeves and turned around and walked towards Xie Xingxuan, too lazy to look at Shenghua for another glance.

Xie Xingxuan trotted to Chen Feiyu's side, grabbed Chen Feiyu's hand, and said caringly: "Feiyu, you are not injured, are you?"

Chen Feiyu shook his head and smiled. His murderous intent just now was wiped out, with a gentle expression and said with a smile: "How could only two ants hurt me?"

Xie Xingxuan smiled sweetly, then let go of Chen Feiyu's hand and walked forward three meters in front of Shenghua. His pretty face suddenly sank and said, "Mr. Shenghua, because you are Wenya's boyfriend, Haitian Golf Club is three-pointer to you, but you actually deliberately murdered my boyfriend. For Wenya's sake, I cannot ignore it this time, but Haitian Golf Club will never welcome you in the future!
Chapter completed!