The long-haired man's punch landed hard on Ren Changfeng's arm next to his head, making a muffled sound as the force of the blow hit him.
Although Ren Changfeng managed to withstand the blow from the long-haired man, he staggered and fell to the side.
"You Chinese people are nothing more than that!"
The long-haired man smiled disdainfully and took advantage of the situation to pursue Ren Changfeng. He clung to Ren Changfeng like a gangrene attached to his bones, and with the force of his palm, he slashed hard at Ren Changfeng's neck.
Ren Changfeng still couldn't stand firm at this time, and there was no way to avoid it.
Given the strength gap between the long-haired man and Ren Changfeng, if this palm struck him hard, Ren Changfeng's neck would probably be severed immediately.
Seeing that the long-haired man's palm knife was about to fall on Ren Changfeng's neck, a figure stepped forward like a ghost, lightly stretched out a hand, and held the long-haired man's palm knife against Ren Changfeng's neck.
The one who took action was naturally Chu Tianshu.
His arm shook, and the long-haired man was knocked back.
Because Chu Tianshu's hair was just blocking it, the long-haired man couldn't see clearly the appearance of Tianshu's eyebrows.
But he could feel that Chu Tianshu's cultivation level was much higher than his.
Just by raising his hand slightly, he was able to neutralize his charged blow. This was definitely not something someone with a slightly stronger cultivation level could do.
Chu Tianshu looked at the long-haired man and smiled disdainfully: "You Dongyang people are nothing more than that!"
He said this sentence in standard Dongyang dialect.
Only then did Ren Changfeng regain his balance. He stood behind Chu Tianshu and stared at the long-haired man with cold eyes.
Although his cultivation level was not as good as that of the long-haired man, and he did not gain any advantage in the previous confrontation, he did not have the slightest fear in his heart, but instead aroused a stronger desire to fight in him.
The long-haired man took two steps back again, opened some distance between him and Chu Tianshu, looked at Chu Tianshu, and said coldly: "People from China, you are very surprising to me. I didn't expect you from China to have such a
Young master."
"Are you surprised?" Chu Tianshu smiled disdainfully, "It turns out that this is a small country with few people and no knowledge."
"Eight squares!"
Hearing this, the long-haired man's eyes became even more angry, and he said with a ferocious expression: "Do you think you can insult our Dongyang because you are stronger than me?"
Chu Tianshu looked at the long-haired man with disdain and said lightly: "I just insulted you Dongyang, you bite me?"
"I'm going to make you regret what you just said soon."
The long-haired man gritted his teeth and said, and then shouted: "Beichen Masao!"
Chu Tianshu's eyes became even more disdainful, and the corner of his mouth curled up as he said, "Calling someone?"
Click... click...
Following the regular sound of footsteps, a man wearing a gray kimono and wearing wooden clogs walked out of the east wing.
He is tall and burly, at least 1.8 meters tall, with a crew cut and gray hair sticking out from root to root.
Beichen Zhengxiong stepped out, two blue flames between his eyebrows lit up at the same time.
He walked up to the long-haired man with steady steps and bowed slightly.
The long-haired man pointed at Chu Tianshu and shouted sternly: "Crap his hands and feet for me."
"Hai!"
Beichen Zhengxiong responded, turned to look at Chu Tianshu, and said in a calm tone: "Young man, don't resist, I can make you suffer less."
Ren Changfeng couldn't help but ask: "Brother Tian, what nonsense are they talking about?"
br Chu Tianshu sneered: "They said they would break my hands and feet, and they advised me not to resist."
When Ren Changfeng heard this, he immediately became angry. He pointed the tip of his knife directly at the long-haired man named Master Huaze and Beichen Zhengxiong, and shouted: "Don't resist, just kneel down and let me kill you."
Cut off your heads."
The woman in professional attire hurried forward and said anxiously: "Young Master Chu, you and Master Huaze are both guests of Miss Beiyou. Please don't flood the Dragon King Temple. If there is any misunderstanding, wait for Beiyou."
Miss You will definitely be able to speak frankly when she comes."
After saying that, she looked at the long-haired man again and said in Dongyang dialect: "Master Huaze, Master Chu is also a friend of our young lady. If you have any questions, can we wait until Miss Beiyou comes to talk about it?"
The long-haired man ignored him and shouted again: "Beichen Zhengxiong, please destroy his hands and feet!"
"Hai."
Beichen Zhengxiong responded, pulled out the samurai sword from his waist with a "swish", and then walked towards Chu Tianshu step by step with small steps.
Wherever he went, the floor tiles under his feet were shattered, and the sound was extremely terrifying.
The woman in professional attire hurriedly said loudly: "Master Huaze, please don't, with Master Chu's cultivation..."
Before the woman in professional attire could finish speaking, Chu Tianshu waved his hand and swept out a strong wind: "You talk too much."
A strong wind was blowing, and the woman in professional attire was knocked back several steps.
However, due to Chu Tianshu's skillful control of his strength, she was only forced back and did not suffer any damage.
At this time, Beichen Zhengxiong had already rushed in front of Chu Tianshu, holding the knife high with both hands.
"Beichen cuts with one strike!"
Following Beichen Masao's sharp shout, the samurai sword raised high struck Chu Tianshu's head with fierce force.
Every time the katana falls by one point, the sword's glow skyrockets by one point.
By the time the sword light landed on Chu Tianshu's head, the sword light surrounding his blade had increased several times.
At this moment, the long sword in his hand suddenly looked less like a samurai sword and more like a thick-backed mountain cleaver from China.
The long-haired man shouted angrily: "Don't let him die so easily..."
At this point, his voice stopped abruptly.
Because the imaginary scene of Chu Tianshu being split in half with a knife did not appear.
The fierce samurai sword struck an inch above Chu Tianshu's head, but was blocked by Chu Tianshu's body-protecting aura, making it impossible to make any further progress.
Chu Tianshu's hair covering his eyebrows was stirred by the strong wind and flew to one side.
Only then did the long-haired man and others see the bright purple flames between Chu Tianshu's eyebrows.
The long-haired man exclaimed: "Purple flame first grade?"
He had already overestimated Chu Tianshu's cultivation level as much as possible, and even had a faint thought flashing through his mind, could Chu Tianshu be a Blue Flame cultivator? But he never thought that Chu Tianshu would be a Purple Flame cultivator.
for.
Such a young Zi Yan even gave the long-haired man a ridiculous feeling in his heart, as if he was dreaming.
Beichen Zhengxiong also widened his eyes.
Before Beichen Zhengxiong could react further, Chu Tianshu reached out and pinched Beichen Zhengxiong's neck, lifted Beichen Zhengxiong up high, and at the same time smiled disdainfully: "Your Dongyang martial arts is nothing more than that!"
The woman in professional attire hurriedly walked over and shouted: "Young Master Chu, please look at Miss Beiyou's face and be merciful."
Chu Tianshu ignored the woman in professional attire, just looked at Beichen Zhengxiong, and said in a solemn tone: "Did you just want to kill me?"
Beichen Zhengxiong said with difficulty: "Beichen slashed with his sword, and the sword went out infinitely, and he couldn't hold back."