Liu Xiaoxiao and Li Fei's expressions changed greatly.
Only Zhang Ming's eyes flashed, and he could tell that the man in front of him had a cultivation level in the late stage of Wenjing.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for Shen Lang?" Zhang Ming's eyelids twitched and he asked pretending to be calm.
"Why do I want to kill him!!!" Zhao Jianfei roared, his face twisted.
"Tsk, tsk, it looks like you have a grudge against that boy Shen Lang?" Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
Zhao Jianfei glanced at Zhang Ming with a cold look, and couldn't help but be a little surprised to find that he was a martial arts cultivator in the middle stage of the Questioning Realm.
"Who are you Shen Lang?" Zhao Jianfei asked.
"I am Shen Lang's master. If you want to kill that kid, you have to get through me first!" Zhang Ming shrugged, his aura calm, as if he was standing on Mount Tai without collapsing.
But in his heart, it was like ten thousand grass and mud horses running wildly: "Damn it, Shen Lang's little grandson doesn't wipe his own butt clean, so I have to come and wipe it for him."
Zhao Jianfei was stunned for a moment, then gave a cruel sneer: "Are you the master of that trash? Okay, I will operate on you first today!"
After saying that, Zhao Jianfei drew out the long sword from his waist, and murderous intent suddenly emerged.
Zhang Ming's face was gloomy, he looked like a sunken dog, and he pulled out two scimitars from the robe behind his back.
Zhang Ming had always carried these two swords with him, but he didn't expect that they would be put to use now.
Seeing the tense situation between the two sides, Li Fei and Liu Xiaoxiao broke into a cold sweat. The other party named Shen Lang to be killed. This was not as simple as the bad intentions.
Thinking that he was Shen Lang's disciple after all, Li Fei shouted: "Uncle Zhang, let me help you!"
"What's the use of your little cultivation? Hurry up and take the girl surnamed Liu out and tell Shen Lang's grandson to come over!" Zhang Ming shouted.
Li Fei only had the late-stage cultivation level of Tongqiao, which was nothing compared to Zhao Jianfei. He also knew the importance of the matter and immediately ran out of the office with Liu Xiaoxiao.
"Old man, die!" Zhao Jianfei shouted violently and stabbed Zhang Ming with lightning speed.
The opponent was a martial arts cultivator in the late stage of Wenjing. Zhang Ming did not dare to neglect and responded to the enemy with all his strength.
"Ding!"
Zhang Ming clenched his sword and thrust it upward, intercepting Zhao Jianfei's sword.
Zhao Jianfei snorted coldly, then straightened his posture, quickly took the sword and struck Zhang Ming.
A sharp sword energy suddenly erupted, and Zhang Ming hurriedly jumped into the sky to avoid the blow.
The sword energy penetrated the desk behind Zhang Ming.
"boom!"
The entire desk was torn apart and collapsed, with sawdust flying everywhere.
Zhao Jianfei stabbed him with his sword again.
Zhang Ming held two swords and rushed forward, slashing wildly.
Accompanied by strong wind sounds, the entire office seemed to be demolished, with paper scraps flying.
Liu Xiaoxiao outside the door looked at the thrilling fight in front of her, her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and beads of sweat oozed from her white neck. She even doubted whether she was watching a martial arts movie.
Li Fei had already picked up the phone and dialed Shen Lang's number.
After the phone call, Li Fei explained the situation anxiously.
"What, is there such a thing? I'll be there right away!"
After hanging up the phone, Shen Lang looked anxious.
Li Fei said that a man wearing a white robe broke into the president's office and said he wanted to kill him! Shen Lang immediately had a guess in his mind that this guy was most likely Zhao Jianfei.
Thinking that Zhao Jianfei had a cultivation level in the late Wenjing realm, Shen Lang was still worried. Master and Liu Xiaoxiao might be in danger.
Shen Lang immediately drove the Lamborghini out of the military area, drove all the way to 200 yards, and drove towards Canghai Group.
In the president's office, the fight continued.
The office has become a mess, and even the walls have cracks.
Zhao Jianfei originally saw that Zhang Ming was only at the middle stage of the Wenjing Realm, so he didn't pay much attention to it and just planned to kill him quickly.
However, after fighting for a while, he gradually became frightened.
This old man fought too fiercely, wielding his two swords with great vigor. I couldn't suppress this old man for a while.
Although Zhang Ming has slacked off in training for many years, his strength may not be much worse than Shen Lang.
He was in the middle stage of the Realm of Questioning decades ago, and Zhang Ming was very proficient in the Seven Killing Sword Styles.
Why are all the martial arts cultivators I have met recently so abnormal? When did they become so difficult to deal with in the middle stage of the realm?
This is definitely not a question of your own strength!
Zhao Jianfei was extremely angry, and he began to intensify his offensive, making full use of their Ruyi Sect's ice sword skills.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The sound of clashing swords was heard endlessly, and it felt like Zhao Jianfei's attack speed suddenly accelerated, and Zhang Ming was under great pressure.
"Damn it, why doesn't that brat Shen Lang come over!"
Outside the door, Liu Xiaoxiao and Li Fei were hiding to watch the battle. Seeing Zhang Ming being gradually suppressed and beaten by Zhao Jianfei, their palms became sweaty.
Zhao Jianfei wielded his long sword and stabbed and slashed in various ways. Zhang Ming parried repeatedly, which was a bit too much.
The Seven Killing Sword Style consumes a lot of energy. Zhao Jianfei is a martial arts cultivator in the late stage of Wenjing, and his internal energy is much richer and stronger than Zhang Ming's.
"Damn it, I'm going to cheat my dad if I keep going like this!"
Zhang Ming felt offended on his forehead and gritted his teeth to fight.
He held two swords in his hands and slashed at Zhao Jianfei as if risking his life.
Seeing that Zhang Ming suddenly became fierce again, Zhao Jianfei was startled, raised his sword and quickly parried.
"Ding ding ding!" The swords collided and sparks flew everywhere.
After a while of frantic slashing, Zhang Ming's true energy had been exhausted.
He originally had a small hope that Zhao Jianfei could be hacked to death with this wild chop. If not, he would have run away, otherwise he would have to answer here today.
After slashing more than a dozen times, Zhang Ming ran away.
"Want to run? Stop!"
Seeing Zhang Ming running out of the president's office, Zhao Jianfei shouted loudly, and like a sharp arrow, he chased after Zhang Ming.
In one breath, Zhao Jianfei chased him out of the corridor.
The frightening scene made Li Fei and Liu Xiaoxiao take a breath of cold air outside the door.
Seeing Zhao Jian chasing after him quickly, Zhang Ming waved his sleeves.
"Whoosh!" A large number of flying knives shot out towards Zhao Jianfei.
Zhao Jianfei raised his long sword and blocked all the flying knives.
"Tsk, it's so difficult!" Zhang Ming cursed in his heart. If the opponent has such fighting power, he is probably a disciple of a major sect bounded by the Kunlun Mountains.
Zhao Jianfei was angry! He hadn't killed this old man after fighting for so long. It was an insult to his own strength in the late Wenjing period.
He simply retracted his sword and used Ice Cotton Palm. Zhao Jianfei was better at palm technique than sword technique.
Zhao Jianfei slapped Zhang Ming, who was running towards the elevator entrance.
at this time.
"Bell!" The elevator door opened, and a stunning beauty in a green and white dress suddenly jumped out.
"Stop!" With a scolding voice, Feng Luan held the soft sword in her hand and stabbed towards Zhao Jian with one sword.