At this moment, Nangong Jingyang couldn't sit still anymore, and the next one flashed out of the hall and came to the door, and at the same time scolded Nangong Qiyu, who was still indignant on the opposite side:

"Qiyu, what are you doing here?

Seeing Nangong Jingyang appear, Nangong Qiyu hurriedly said aggrievedly: "Dad, this dead bald donkey beat me just now, and it was right at the door of the house, you have to make the decision for me!"

Nangong Jingyang saw that he was still screaming there, and knew that he was going to suffer, so he scolded angrily: "Shut up for me! What are you bringing people to do, do you want to rebel or not?

was yelled at by him, and Nangong Qiyu was suddenly stunned.

"Dad, he beat me, and he was at the door of our Nangong house, you didn't help me but yelled at me?"

"Yell at you, I still want to hit you! Why don't you get back to me. Nangong Jingyang glared at him fiercely, then turned his head to Yan Zheng beside him and said:

"Master Yanzheng, my son's words are offended, please take care of him for the sake of his young age. ”

"Dead bald donkey?" Yan Zheng reached out and touched his smooth head, and a little cold light burst out of his eyes, "No one has ever dared to call me that to my face, it seems that this little benefactor has not yet understood the profundity of Buddhism, and I have to teach him a good lesson today." ”

Looking at the cold glint in Yanzheng's eyes, Nangong Jingyang said with a vigilant face: "Master Yanzheng, what do you mean!

Yan Zheng let out a sneer and proclaimed a Buddha name: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, there are low-eyebrow bodhisattvas and angry eyes Vajra." ”

After speaking, Yan Zheng's figure flashed, and he slapped Nangong Qiyu who was glaring at him with one hand.

"Yanzheng, do you dare?" Nangong Jingyang didn't expect Yanzheng to really dare to make a move, so he shouted angrily, raised his hand and punched him in the back.

It's a pity that although he is a cultivator at the peak of his strength, there is still a very big gap between him and Yanzheng.

I saw that Yan Zheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, easily dodged his attack, and then slapped Nangong Qiyu's chest with a palm.

"Poof......

Nangong Qiyu didn't know what was going on, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious again.

Looking at Nangong Qiyu, who vomited blood, the anger in Nangong Jingyang's heart was completely ignited.

"Yanzheng, dare to hurt my son, I think you are looking for death. ”

In the midst of the loud cheers, Nangong Jingyang's iron fist mixed with the extremely powerful wind frantically hit Yanzheng.

"I can't help myself. Yan Zheng looked at Nangong Jingyang who was surging over, sneered, waved his big hand, and greeted him directly.

Boom –

There was a loud bang, and a powerful energy raged.

The few people brought by Nangong Qiyu earlier were shocked by this strong wind, and they hurriedly helped the unconscious Nangong Qiyu up and retreated several meters away.

With his fists facing each other, Nangong Jingyang was directly shocked and retreated several steps.

But before he could stand firm, Yanzheng attacked blatantly.

I saw him step under his feet, and his body came to Nangong Jingyang like lightning, raised his hand again, and slapped him fiercely.

This time there is no room for sparing, and it has already been killed.

At this moment, Nangong Jingyang was at a time when his center of gravity was unstable, and in the face of this powerful and heavy palm, he had no choice but to choose to carry it hard.

His hands were crossed in front of his chest, and he raised his palms towards Yanzheng.

"Mole ants. ”

Yan Zheng saw that he was going to carry it hard, the corners of his mouth outlined a disdainful sneer, and the speed at which his palm sank was a little faster in an instant.

The huge palm with boundless momentum instantly slapped on Nangong Jingyang's arms.

Click......

A slight bone cracking sound came out, and Nangong Jingyang only felt as if his arms had been pressed against a mountain, making him feel extremely heavy.

Unable to bear the huge force on his legs, Nangong Jingyang bent his right leg and knelt down directly.

As he knelt on the ground with his right leg, the ground cracked, and a large amount of rubble flew around his knee for the blooming power.

A fierce light flashed in Yanzheng's eyes, and when he was about to kick Nangong Jingyang's chest, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"If you dare to kick, die. ”

Yan Zheng's newly raised leg instantly froze in mid-air, not daring to move or continue to kick out.

Because at this moment, there was a qi machine so powerful that it made him tremble, and it locked him in.

It seems that if he does kick this leg out, then he will face an extremely terrifying attack.

For a moment, his cold sweat broke out.

Yanzheng turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and his pupils suddenly contracted several times.

I saw a burly old man, walking slowly towards him with his hands behind his back.

He walked neither fast nor slow, but every time he stepped on it, Yanzheng felt like he was stepping on his heart, which made him feel suffocated.

Strong!

It's just too strong.

"Drink!"

Yanzheng couldn't stand this feeling, and burst into a mouth, and then quickly retreated.

However, just as he was about ten meters away, the figure of the old man in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

In the next moment, an old face appeared in front of him, so frightened that he stopped on the spot, not daring to make any more movements.

After Nangong Jingyang saw the visitor, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and then he cautiously shouted: "Dad, you're out!"

The old man glanced at him lightly and said, "Useless things, don't hurry up for Lao Tzu to get up." ”

Nangong Jingyang stood up from the ground with a ashamed face, lowered his head and said to the old man: "Dad, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you." ”

The old man is none other than Nangong Wushi, the pillar of the Nangong family.

Nangong Wushi looked at Nangong Jing coldly, with a tone of hatred that iron is not steel, and said with a sneer: "Now I know that I am sorry, and I know that I am embarrassed?"

Hearing his father's count, Nangong Jingyang could only bow his head and remain silent, let alone dare to argue.

Nangong Wushi glared at him fiercely, then looked at Yanzheng, and asked lightly, "Monk?"

After a short period of distraction, Yanzheng seemed to think of something, his expression became much calmer, and he hurriedly clasped his hands together and greeted calmly:

"Senior, you must be the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wushi, an old-timer, right? Yanzheng, the chief disciple of the Shaolin Discipline Academy, has seen the old-timer. ”

In the face of Nangong Wushi, Yan Zheng restrained the arrogance in his heart.

After all, the old man in front of him is a figure who can be compared to his master, so he can't be disrespected.

As for what happened just now, it was as if it had nothing to do with him at all, and he didn't say a word.

"Junior?" Nangong Wushi glanced at him lightly, suddenly let out a cold snort, and said disdainfully, "I don't have a junior like you, don't recognize relatives indiscriminately." ”

"You monk dare to make trouble in my Nangong family's territory, and you dare to hurt my grandson, who gave you such courage? !

By the end, his voice had grown a lot louder, and there was a hint of anger mixed with it.