At the same time, Nangong Qiyu drove his newly bought Lamborghini bull to the manor slowly.

The person sitting in his co-pilot was Hua Yuerong, and at this time, both of them had a faint smile on their faces.

When Nangong Qiyu drove the car to the gate, he happened to see Yanzheng standing at the door wearing a monk's robe.

He frowned slightly, opened his mouth and said to Yanzheng: "Hey, monk, if you want to beg for food, go somewhere else, this is not the place you should come." ”

Yan Zheng, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly became gloomy.

At this time, Hua Yuerong reminded in a low voice: "Young master, don't say it so ugly, it's called Huayuan, not begging." ”

Nangong Qiyu said disapprerovingly: "Isn't it the same meaning to turn into a relationship and beg for food? And people begging for food and saying a few good words, and even kneeling and kowtowing a few times, this monk is at most to say a few words of Amitabha." ”

As he spoke, he said to Yanzheng again: "Hey, that monk, did you hear it, hurry up and get out of here, go straight ahead and turn left There is a shop, you go there to ask for ......"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly his eyes were dark, and Yan Zheng's tall figure appeared in front of him, and asked with a strange smile on his face:

"Amitabha, donor, may I ask what you just said? The poor monk did not hear clearly, and asked you to say more. ”

Yan Zheng pressed on Da Niu's car door with one hand, only to see his fingers slightly forced.

The door, which is made of carbon fiber and finished materials, instantly appears with five deep finger prints.

When Nangong Qiyu saw the five finger prints, he was stunned at first, and then a fire instantly came up.

"I'm grass, you stinky monk, the big cow I just bought, you dare to break it for me?"

Nangong Qiyu, who was angry, didn't expect how much strength it would take to pinch out the fingerprints of the door made of carbon fiber and made of materials.

Just thinking that the new car that I finally begged my mother to buy was damaged like this, the anger in my heart soared.

Yanzheng's martial arts talent is far beyond ordinary people, and he is an extremely arrogant person himself.

I didn't expect to be not only treated as a person who asked for food today, but also scolded, and a surging anger ignited in my heart at the moment.

"Amitabha, the donor has committed the three poisons of Buddhism, as a disciple of my Buddha, I am willing to test the poison and remove it for the donor. ”

Hua Yuerong on the side was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "Mage is slow." ”

However, Yeonjeong had already sneered and made a move.

I saw that his left hand became a claw, pinched Nangong Qiyu's neck, and lifted him out of the car.

But at this time, Hua Yuerong's manual was gone.

The mage stopped. ”

With a scream, a white light instantly slashed out of her hand and shot towards Yan Zheng's left hand holding Nangong Qiyu.

"Humph!"

Yan Zheng snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand forward, and caught the attacking white mang.

Hua Yuerong saw that his sword was actually caught by the other party's bare hands, and with a touch of his wrist, he suddenly exerted his strength, wanting to forcibly pull it out.

But at this moment, a powerful force came from the tip of the sword.

"Hmm!"

With a soft shout, Hua Yuerong's delicate body hit the car door directly on her side, making a muffled sound.

At the same time, Yan Zheng's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand and slapped Nangong Qiyu over.

Syllable......

There was a crisp sound, and Nangong Qiyu's eyes were full of gold stars for a while, and he almost fainted.

"Nima!"

was beaten in front of his own house, or in front of the woman he liked, Nangong Qiyu didn't mention the anger in his heart, and scolded directly.

"If I don't kill you today, I won't call Nangong Qiyu. ”

"It seems that the donor is very poisoned, and you need the poor monk to pull out the poison for you more deeply. Yan Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he raised his hand again.

"Master Yanzheng, slow down. ”

Suddenly, a voice came out, and I saw Nangong Jingyang's figure quickly sweeping towards this side.

Yanzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the raised hand fell down fiercely.

Syllable......

This slap directly stunned Nangong Qiyu, who was already dizzy.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Jingyang, who was his father, turned pale.

He had already spoken out to stop it, but the other party didn't give him any face, and still made such a ruthless move, which made him very angry in his heart.

Moreover, the target of the beating is still his own son.

At that moment, he kicked hard under his feet, raised his hand and struck Yanzheng with a palm.

"Amitabha!"

Yan Zheng threw Nangong Qiyu out of his hand, pronounced a Buddha name, took advantage of the situation, and greeted him impartially.

Rumble......

A thunderous sound exploded between the two.

Nangong Jingyang's figure that had just pounced on him immediately flew out upside down, and he retreated more than ten steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

On the other hand, Yanzheng is like a statue, standing in place, wearing a white monk's robe blowing with the strong wind, hunting sound.

What a strong internal force!

Nangong Jingyang's gaze suddenly became solemn.

When he shot out angrily just now, he had almost used eighty percent of his internal force.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the two came into contact, an extremely powerful force came from the opposite hand, which blasted away his internal force like a devastating one, making him irresistible at all.

However, Yanzheng had already forced to the door of the house and injured his son, Nangong Jingyang - there was no possibility of backing down at all.

A pair of big eyes stared at Yanzheng, and Nangong Jingyang said coldly: "Master Yanzheng, what do you mean by hurting my son in front of me?

Yan Zheng was not shocked by Nangong Jingyang's momentum, his face returned to his previous light appearance, and said slowly:

"Amitabha! Presumably this is the benefactor of Nangong Jingyang! The little benefactor has committed the three poisons of Buddhism, and the poor monk is just for his good, just to clear his hatred, it is full of kindness!"

Nangong Jingyang's brows jumped, his face looked a little hideous because of anger, and the momentum on his body began to rise.

The smile on Yeonjeong's face remained unchanged, but if he looked closely, there was a hint of contemptuous mockery in his eyes.

At this time, Hua Yuerong walked over with the unconscious Nangong Qiyu in her arms, and said with red circles in her eyes:

"Second master, the young master just said something wrong, I didn't expect this monk to hurt the young master so much, you have to get justice for him!"

"Huh?" Nangong Jingyang asked with a frown, "What did Qiyu say?" ”

Hua Yuerong glanced at Yanzheng, and then told Nangong Qiyu about meeting him.

Hearing her explanation, Nangong Jingyang's face changed again, and finally closed his eyes, and the momentum on his body began to slowly disappear.

The dignity of the strong is not to be offended.

You are a cultivator in the early stage of dark energy, and you actually insult a strong man, isn't this a proper way to find guilt?

Nangong Jingyang felt that he should really put his heart on his son.

Otherwise, maybe one day he would really respond to Chu Lingyun's original words, and it would be really too late to regret it.