Everyone looked at the young man in the center of the field with awe and fear.
Before that, Wan Fei, Guo Feng, Jia Tianze, Zhao Yingying, and Deng Yuanwu all made things difficult for him. Everyone thought he would end badly.
But suddenly, the situation changed, which was shocking.
Jia Tianze was lying on the ground covered with glass.
Guo Feng was stunned by several slaps, and it seems that he has not come back to his senses yet.
Zhao Yingying was disfigured and passed out.
Wan Fei was still kneeling on the ground, slapping himself continuously and counting in his mouth.
As I kept counting, my speech became unclear.
As for Deng Yuanwu, the young master of Wan Du Sect, he was stepped on by Xiao Chen and begged for mercy.
Only Xiao Chen.
He was the only one who was calm and calm from beginning to end, as if he didn't exert much effort at all.
"What did you say?" Xiao Chen looked down at Deng Yuanwu, "You said you wanted me to let you go?"
"I am the young master of Wan Du Sect. If you kill me, Wan Du Sect will not let you go!"
"What's the difference?" Xiao Chen said lightly, "Didn't you say that you would find someone to deal with me when you return to Wan Du Sect?"
"If I let you go, the people from the Wan Du Sect will look for me. If I kill you, the people from the Wan Du Sect will also look for me. Do you think I should let you go, or should I not?"
Deng Yuanwu felt the deadly killing intent, his pupils shrank, and he said hurriedly: "As long as you let me go, today's incident will be wiped out."
"Oh, I don't believe you!"
"I swear to God!"
"I don't believe in heaven either!" Xiao Chen still shook his head.
Deng Yuanwu was stunned immediately.
Isn't this unreasonable?
Everyone around was also shocked.
Xiao Chen must kill Deng Yuanwu?
He is the young master of Wan Du Sect. If he really kills him, how can Wan Du Sect just let it go?
"You bastard, let go of my young master!"
At this moment, a surge of domineering energy poured into the bar.
Everyone was frightened and dispersed.
I saw an old man in gray clothes walking with heavy steps. Every step he took seemed to make the whole bar tremble.
"This kind of momentum is that of an innate master..."
"The innate grandmaster of Ten Thousand Poison Sect has appeared, oh no!"
"Can Xiao Chen stop the Xiantian Grandmaster?"
"Impossible. He is not yet twenty years old. He is already as strong as Guo Feng and Deng Yuanwu."
"That's right, the Xiantian Grandmaster is a level beyond the reach of inner strength warriors. Although Guo Feng is only one step away from Xiantian, in fact, he is so fragile in front of the Xiantian Grandmaster that it is difficult to block even a single move."
Everyone thought that the matter was over, but unexpectedly, another innate master intervened, and they couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for Xiao Chen.
Deng Yuanwu was stunned for a while, then suddenly grabbed Xiao Chen's right foot with both hands and shouted at the old man in gray shirt:
"Elder, kill him quickly, show no mercy!"
"Take your life!"
The old man in gray shirt also reacted very quickly. He did not disappoint Deng Yuanwu and immediately launched his killing move.
Arrogantly struck Xiao Chen with a palm.
This incident changed people's minds.
In their opinion, Xiao Chen would have been unable to compete with the Xiantian Grandmaster, and now Deng Yuanwu took the opportunity to trap Xiao Chen's feet.
Is Xiao Chen really going to die?
"Another piece of trash!"
What shocked everyone was that Xiao Chen did not dodge and raised his palm again.
"This gesture, could it be..."
Everyone thought Xiao Chen was crazy.
Zhao Yingying was stunned by a slap.
Guo Feng was stunned by a slap.
But now he is facing the Innate Grandmaster, does Xiao Chen still want to...
Snapped!
There seems to be no difference from the previous two times.
The same loud slap fell on the face of the confused old man in gray shirt.
All the domineering energy and innate coercion, slapped down by this slap, receded like the tide and disappeared without a trace.
All that's left is confusion!
"How can it be……"
Deng Yuanwu, who was holding Xiao Chen's right foot tightly, felt that God was playing a joke on him.
Is this guy really a human?
"Now, do you still want me to let you go?"
Xiao Chen ignored the old man in gray shirt and looked down at Deng Yuanwu.
"No, you can't kill me. I am a master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect..."
Deng Yuanwu was frightened and struggled violently.
"How can a master like you teach a waste like you?"
Xiao Chen was disdainful and flicked a sword energy.
call out!
The sword energy penetrated Deng Yuanwu's forehead, killing him instantly.
Young Master of Wan Du Sect, die!
"Did you kill the young master?"
The old man in gray shirt stood in front of Xiao Chen, showing a look of horror.
He was really stunned by the slap, and watched helplessly as Xiao Chen killed Deng Yuanwu, but was unable to stop him.
Xiao Chen turned back to look at him and said calmly: "You don't have to worry about being punished when you go back, because you will die here too!"
Now that we have started to kill, how can we stop there?
The old man in gray shirt shrank his pupils.
At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind.
escape!
Although Xiao Chen is young, his abilities are so weird that even if he is innate, he is no match for him.
Thinking of this, he had no reservations and turned around to retreat.
When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but despise him.
The old man in gray shirt was a genuine genius, but he was slapped by Xiao Chen and was stunned as soon as he ran out.
It would be too embarrassing to watch the young master being killed and to try to escape without a fight.
But is he too cowardly, or is Xiao Chen too powerful?
Xiao Chen stood there, seemingly not intending to chase or intercept, and allowed the old man in gray shirt to run out.
But as soon as he ran to the door, he bumped into someone.
"Fan Nanxing!"
"President Fan!"
"President Fan is here!"
"President!"
Fan Nanxing's arrival instantly triggered a craze.
The president of the Star Martial Arts Association, the number one master in Jiangnan, and a strong man with innate strength.
Xiao Chen doesn't even pay attention to the innately powerful people. If there is one person in Jiangnan Province who can suppress Xiao Chen, the only one is Fan Nanxing.
"Are you from the Wandu Sect?" Fan Nanxing stared at the old man in gray shirt and frowned.
"Yes, the old man is the elder of Wan Du Sect."
The old man in gray shirt revealed his identity and no longer thought about escaping. He said with a hint of respect:
"I have heard that President Fan has notarized his benevolence and righteousness. Now a thief has killed my young master of the Wandu Sect. I would like to ask President Fan to uphold justice!"
In recent years, the Wan Du Sect has often been in and out of the world, acting erratically and being arrogant.
But its powerful strength is daunting, so all the major families choose to make friends with Wan Du Sect.
Even when the Star Martial Arts Association faces the Wan Du Sect, they still have a friendly attitude.
At least, he won't be easily provoked.
At the same time, four young men from the Star Martial Arts Association helped Guo Feng to come to Fan Nanxing.
"President, you want to avenge eldest brother. It was that boy who beat eldest brother like this!"
Fan Nanxing's eyes fell on Guo Feng, and a hint of hidden anger flashed across his expression.
When everyone saw this, they broke into a cold sweat again without being surprised.
It is said that Fan Nanxing intends to accept Guo Feng as his disciple, so he must value him very much.
Xiao Chen humiliated Guo Feng, which was equivalent to slapping Fan Nanxing in the face. How could Fan Nanxing not be angry?
Is another war about to break out?
Facing a powerful person, no matter how evil Xiao Chen is, he should still be filled with hatred, right?
However, just when everyone was suspicious, they heard Xiao Chen shouting coldly: "Fan Nanxing, kill him!"
This tone is equivalent to a command.
Everyone was shocked, thinking that Xiao Chen was too self-righteous, right?
Order Fan Nanxing?
Who does he think he is?
However, what everyone couldn't believe was that Fan Nanxing only hesitated for a moment before actually raising his hand.
A palm struck the unprepared old man in gray shirt.