This punch was so unexpected that Cui Minggui was completely knocked out and rolled several times.
Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded and stared blankly at Cui Minggui.
"What's wrong if you don't have internal strength?" Chen Dahong put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Didn't you get knocked down by me?"
"Come on, beat him to death!"
Cui Minggui was so angry that he jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Chen Dahong like crazy.
Cui Minggui no longer held back, and used his family's secret skill, Huangquan Palm, to slap Chen Dahong hard on him.
Everyone at the scene pounced on Chen Dahong, using swords and guns to attack him.
As a member of the upper three tribes, the Cui family has been an ancient martial arts family for hundreds of years and has maintained the stability of the Yan Dynasty until today.
There are indeed many masters in the Cui family, not much worse than other sects in the martial arts world!
However, what Chen Dahong is not afraid of most in his life is fighting.
The more they fight, the more excited they become.
"Come on, come together and see how grandpa deals with you!" Chen Dahong laughed hahaha.
Among the crowd, Chen Dahong waved his fists and smashed them around with "boom, boom, boom". There was a constant sound of swords and guns clashing, and the sound of iron chains shaking.
People kept falling under Chen Dahong's iron fist, and people kept causing wounds on Chen Dahong's body.
Chen Dahong's body is covered with iron chains, but a master can secretly use his inner strength or hold a magic weapon to cut off the iron chains on his body.
As soon as the iron chain was broken, Chen Dahong's body lost its protection, and wounds of various sizes suddenly appeared.
But this not only failed to knock him down, but made him even more crazy and angry!
Chen Dahong roared like an enraged beast, attacking and advancing desperately.
Wails and screams came and went.
People kept falling to the ground or flying out.
Glaring swords and guns, and bright red blood are everywhere.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, and the crazy sound of fighting finally subsided.
Everyone in the Cui family fell down, but Chen Dahong was still standing.
Chen Dahong's body was covered in blood and scars, like a tiger that had been bitten by a pack of wolves.
Chen Dahong gasped heavily.
The blood spread down bit by bit along his body and legs.
This was the most serious injury he had ever suffered in his memory.
There was a wailing sound all around. Chen Dahong looked to the left, then to the right, and finally found a person.
He walked over, bent down and grabbed Cui Minggui's collar.
Cui Minggui was already dying.
No one knew when he was beaten to the ground. There seemed to be no difference under Chen Dahong's iron fist.
"I really want to remember you a little bit." Chen Dahong said seriously: "You have always looked down on me, haven't you?"
When he said this, the blood on Chen Dahong's head was still dripping down.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, dripping on Cui Minggui's face.
Cui Minggui did not reply because he was speechless. Almost all the bones in his body were broken by Chen Dahong.
"If I don't have any internal strength, I'll kill you anyway."
After Chen Dahong said this, he punched Cui Minggui away again.
"Dong dong dong -" Cui Minggui rolled a few times and lay on the ground motionless.
Chen Dahong staggered and continued walking towards the Holy Palace.
It’s different from the high-spirited and rampant atmosphere at the beginning.
His current speed is very, very slow.
After all, he was injured so badly that there was almost no intact skin left on his body.
Every time he took a step, some blood would spread out, dragging a long blood trail behind him.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally saw the gate of the Holy Palace.
Chen Dahong raised his head and looked at the majestic Holy Palace, his eyes were a little dazed and dazed.
Such a familiar place...
Been here myself.
Definitely been here.
He didn't know what attracted him, but his pace became much faster, running forward with a thump thump thump.
Of course the guards at the gate of the Holy Palace discovered him.
"Who!"
"Don't move!"
Everyone raised their guns one after another.
Chen Dahong ignored it and continued to run forward, even faster and faster.
"Final warning!"
"Come here again and you will be killed without mercy!"
These guards shouted violently. They did not want to harm innocent people, but if the other party did not listen to their advice, they could not be blamed for being ruthless.
But Chen Dahong still ran wildly.
Although he was obviously seriously injured, he looked like a vigorous cheetah.
"shot!"
The captain guarding the Holy Palace finally gave the order.
"Bang bang bang bang bang -"
Dense gunshots rang out, and countless bullets whizzed towards Chen Dahong.
These people can garrison the Holy Palace, and of course they are all good candidates. Their marksmanship is even more amazing and proficient!
But what's even more amazing is that everyone felt that as soon as their eyes flashed, Chen Dahong had already arrived in front of them.
"Boom boom boom!"
Chen Dahong punched out several times, and all the guards flew out.
Then, Chen Dahong punched hard, and the door of the Holy Palace finally opened with a "squeak".
At the same time, the piercing alarm sounded throughout the Holy Palace!
"Woo-wu-wu-"
Chen Dahong turned a deaf ear and plunged into the Holy Palace.
In the vast inner courtyard of the Holy Palace, countless people armed with swords and guns surged towards this side.
Including Houjimo.
Chen Dahong still showed no fear and kept swinging his fists.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
People kept being beaten down, and people kept being beaten away.
However, Chen Dahong's injuries were also more serious.
Finally, Chen Dahong couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground in pain and helplessness.
The crowd brandished swords and guns and wanted to kill Chen Dahong immediately.
"stop!"
Houjimo said loudly.
Everyone stopped.
Hou Jimo came to Chen Dahong, checked Chen Dahong's injuries, shook his head and sighed: "Throw him out, and then take precautions to prevent him from coming in again."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who this person was, let alone why Hou Jimo took special care of him.
But someone still came out, lifted up Chen Dahong and prepared to throw him out.
At this moment, a deep voice came from afar: "Bring him to my temple."
It is the voice of the Flame Saint.
Houjimo immediately waved his hand.
Several people carried Chen Dahong to the side hall where Yan Sheng was.
In the palace.
Chen Dahong was lying on the cold floor, with blood almost covering his whole body.
As miserable as it is.
Houjimo also came in and brought two medical team members.
The medical team members knelt down and treated Chen Dahong's wounds, applying medicine where necessary and bandaging where necessary.
"Your Majesty, some places need suturing." A medical team member said seriously.
"No need." Yan Sheng said calmly: "Just bandage it, he will be fine on his own."
The two medical team members didn't know why, but they still did as Yan Sheng said.
After treating the wounds, the two medical team members left.
Chen Dahong was lying on the cold ground, like a mummy.
During the whole process, Yan Sheng did not take a step away from the Long Bookcase, and did not even look at Chen Dahong. He just kept reviewing the official documents.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Dahong finally woke up.
When he raised his head, he saw Yan Sheng sitting opposite.
At this moment, it was as if five thunders struck him, and he was stunned, dumbfounded, and stunned.
This person is so familiar!
Who is it? I have such a deep impression on him, but why can’t I remember who he is?
"Why, you don't recognize me anymore?" Yan Sheng put down his pen and looked at Chen Dahong intently.
"Holy...Holy..." Chen Dahong didn't know why he spat out these two words, as if it was completely instinctive and a kind of muscle memory.
"It seems that the head is not too bad..."
Yan Sheng sighed, finally stood up, walked around the Long Bookcase, and came to Chen Dahong.
"You still remember me, that's good!" Yan Sheng nodded and smiled with satisfaction.
Chen Dahong actually didn't remember this person, but he still looked at Yan Sheng blankly.
Many memories poured into his mind like a drizzle of water.
"ah……"
Chen Dahong's head suddenly started to hurt again, and he was even rolling in pain, and he kept wailing in his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Yan Sheng immediately said: "Bring the wine!"
Houjimo immediately took a bottle of wine.
Yan Sheng unscrewed the bottle cap and stuffed it directly into Chen Dahong's mouth.
Obviously, he has seen this situation many times, so he knows how to deal with it.
"Gudong - Gudong -"
A bottle of white wine was poured into Chen Dahong's belly.
After a while, Chen Dahong finally stopped suffering and lay on the ground, gasping for air.
Yan Sheng patted his back gently: "Long time no see, Dahong!"
Chen Dahong was silent.
"How have you been these past years?" Yan Sheng asked again.
Chen Dahong still didn't speak.
"I've been sorry to you all these years, and I didn't expect that it would end up like this..." Yan Sheng said solemnly.
Chen Dahong remained silent.
Yan Sheng let out a long sigh: "If you have any requests, just ask them, I will satisfy them."
Chen Dahong then spoke: "Let my son go."
"good."
Yan Sheng didn't hesitate at all and immediately said to Hou Jimo next to him: "Go and bring Chen Dong."
Houjimo turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Yan Sheng suddenly stopped him and said solemnly: "You are here to accompany Dahong, it is better for me to go there myself."
If it were before, Hou Jimo would definitely have stopped Yan Sheng, after all, that place was very dangerous.
But there's no need now, Hou Jimo knows Yan Sheng's strength.
No one can hurt him.
"yes……"
Houjimo turned around and stood still.
Yan Sheng finished processing the last official document and murmured: "This Rus continent is really getting more and more unruly. It has repeatedly violated my Yanxia territory..."
Yan Sheng shook his head, then stood up and walked out.
Hou Jimo and Chen Dahong were the only two people left in the hall.
Although Chen Dahong woke up, the injuries on his body had not healed yet - and they could not heal so quickly - so he was still lying on the ground.
Hou Jimo came to Chen Dahong and sat down cross-legged.
"Weapon No. 1, long time no see..."
Hou Jimo said solemnly.
Chen Dahong still didn't speak, as silent as a piece of dried stone.