When I said this, I heard a burst of laughter from the audience. Most of the young people in the Qing family are about the same age as me. They usually behave very strictly in a family with very strict rules. I have never heard such a wanton joke.
Jin Yier was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile.
"Brother Chen, you are much more interesting than us." Jin Yier said.
I said: "You can't live a hundred years, why not live a casual life. You people from ancient families, even though you are all dressed in bright clothes, sometimes, I really pity you."
There was a thoughtful look in Jin Yier's eyes.
"Just like the eldest son of the Chu family, who is regarded as the proud son of heaven, but because of his lack of strength, he was killed by me and no one was willing to sacrifice his life to avenge him. Others regard you as superiors. In my opinion, you are not even human.
Not really, you are just chess pieces. Once you are of no use, who will care about your life and death, and who will care about what happens after you..."
My tone was normal, but the speaker had no intention of listening, and all the young people in the audience were lost in thought. After Jin Yier hesitated for a few seconds, he exhaled a breath and said: "The chess pieces, Jin Yier, come and meet."
Brother Chen later."
“Long wait!”
I have no ill intentions toward Jin Yier. On the contrary, I quite like this unattractive guy. Although he looks a bit kidney-deficient, his speech and attitude are much better than those direct descendants of ancient families.
But later, when I learned how Jin Yier relied on his own power to fight for his own success in the family step by step, and even the direct descendants of the patriarch called him brother, I had nothing but admiration for him...
Jin Yier's strength is unpredictable. Compared with Jin Yan and Jin Yuncheng who just faced off, they are much stronger together. Just like Qingsong, the follower of Qing Yan, the third daughter of the Qing family, he is even more powerful in front of Jin Yier.
He was beaten to the point of losing his temper.
Now, this monster-like guy walked towards me steadily. Although there was a smile on his lips, his eyes clearly showed high-spirited fighting spirit.
Such a majestic Jin Yier really appealed to me, so I didn't hesitate and quickly mobilized all my strength, especially the right heart area, which after swallowing the blood in the body, turned into a surging fighting spirit.
It's strange to say that since the right side of my heart inexplicably had a heart that could swallow blood, I have never used the pendant of the gods around my neck. Both of these things rely on swallowing blood to stimulate the power in my body.
Faintly, there seemed to be some connection between the two, but I never dared to imagine it.
"Brother Chen, I'm going to take action." Jin Yier raised his head and stared at me.
I nodded slightly, my body still as motionless as a mountain.
In an instant, I saw Jin Yier extending his index finger from his left hand. His finger was as long and white as a woman's, and you could still see neatly manicured nails on it. This finger seemed ordinary, but in my heart it was like
The waves are rough!
This guy's fingers are as big as mountains and seas, and all the power seems to be concentrated on his fingertips. I don't even doubt that if his fingers touch someone with Qingsong's strength, they will definitely be able to do it easily.
Their bodies will be broken into pieces, and their flesh and blood will be mutilated...
Jin Yier obviously has not reserved his strength, and this is what I want to see!
I have always believed that the heritage of the ancient family is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary families. Although I have killed the eldest son of the Chu family, he was just a libertine who was unsuccessful in the family and could not even be ranked among the top ten.
The real masters of ancient families are like Jin Yier. One finger can shock people's hearts, and one look can intimidate thousands of troops!
Jin Yier raised a finger, but I would not be polite to him and immediately punched him!
Several elders from the Qing family on the stage were whispering to each other. They were both surprised and envious that the Jin family had such a powerful collateral descendant, and they were also suspicious of whether I, a half of the Qing family who was not favored by the family, could defeat Jin Yier.
In real competitions, one can easily tell the difference in an instant. Jin Yier's one finger carried the force of thousands of troops and rushed towards him. His eyes were firm, and he seemed to have a certain victory.
But I refused to give up, I punched out, and all the energy in my body was concentrated on this punch!
The fingers and fists touched each other, and for a moment everyone's eyes fell on Jin Yier and me.
Qingyu crossed her hands to cover her already high chest, and stared at me nervously with a pair of beautiful big eyes. Beside her, Qingyan, who was used to being arrogant, had a complicated expression. She naturally didn't want me to go hard, but I lost.
She is about to be a mother-in-law. For her, no matter who loses or wins in this competition on stage, it is not what she wants to see...
At this time, the elders of the Qing family involuntarily let out a cry of surprise.
"This descendant of the Jin family is incredible, since he has mastered Gang Feng."
The old man of the Qing family, who has not been around for many years, immediately saw that Jin Yier was not simple. As for what Gangfeng is, I don’t know, but what I know clearly is that Jin Yier’s index finger touched me
When I punched my fist, the air around his body instantly turned into tiny wind blades, which not only protected his body, but also attacked me invisibly.
I can really feel the pain coming from my body, just like a knife cutting it. I think this should be the Gang Feng mentioned by the old man of the Qing family. Obviously, I have not refined Gang Feng. I have it.
It just comes from the fierceness and strength in your bones...
I exerted my strength suddenly, and a group of dense gaps suddenly appeared on the floor under my feet, and this group of gaps was like a magnet under my feet, suddenly absorbing all the strong wind that erupted from Jin Yier's body.
"What kind of doorway is this? Can you break the Gang Feng like this? This is really the first time." The old man from the Yiqing family said in shock.
"Tu Ke Feng, Qing Ling, this son is so quick!" Another Qing family old man praised.
I don't care about these gossiping old guys. You are sitting there talking and drinking tea, which is quite leisurely, but I am exhausted from trying my best.
I rolled my eyes at a few old men from the Qing family, my meaning was very clear, come down and fight if you have the ability, don't just keep chirping at me.
The elders of the Qing family looked at each other, dumbfounded.
But at this moment, Jin Yier's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness, and he could only see a drop of blood that was not easy to detect. Although his finger was strong, under my fist, he was defeated in the end.
"Brother Chen, I lost this round."
Jin Yier retracted his fingers with a wry smile on his face.
I shook my head, "It's only one round, there's no rush."
Jin Yier retracted his smile, and in almost the blink of an eye, he regained his composure. This time, I saw him stretch out two fingers; his fingers and middle finger were close together, which was a normal acupuncture-like movement.
But when he performed it, I felt an inexplicable force of thunder...