"Zhao family, that's it. As I said, this is just the beginning. ”

This time, Chen Yang pointed at Zhao Wenguang.

He was domineering and arrogant, and the provocation was directly the patriarch of the Zhao family in the middle of the congenital period.

But this time, no one thought he was arrogant.

He was in his early twenties, half-step innate realm, possessed the secret book of magical body methods, and the broken sword in his hand.

In time, even if he dominates the ancient martial arts world, everyone thinks it is not impossible.

The audience was silent and silent.

People haven't recovered from the shock.

Shangguan Yun and Gu Mingyu looked at Chen Yang, excited, relieved, excited, and heartbroken.

Beauty, for the strong.

But Lu Tiange, who was sitting next to Shangguan Yun, was terrified.

He didn't expect Chen Yang to be so strong.

He was glad that Chen Yang let him go, otherwise, his fate would not be much better than Zhao Lingyun.

However, his jealousy of Chen Yang became stronger and stronger.

Why, let him take advantage of all the benefits?

Why, women like him?

Why, that broken sword, wasn't it obtained by yourself?

If before, Lu Tiange was a pervert, then at this moment, his heart is gradually becoming demonic.

"Heavenly Song!"

A sad and angry voice came from the high platform.

Whoosh.

The figure of an old man appeared in the ring, and it was Zhao Wenguang.

He looked down at the blood in the ring, trying to put away his youngest son's bones, but he couldn't do it.

He turned his gaze to Chen Yang.

The monstrous killing intent was released from him.

The momentum of the rage raged out.

Chen Yang was at the core, and he felt a lot of pressure.

When he really faced the innate realm, he knew that the gap between himself and the other party was not a little bit of a star.

In the next second, Zhao Wenguang moved.

Seeing his figure flickering, Chen Yang only felt a strong wind blowing in his face, with a thick murderous intent.

He couldn't care so much, the black light broke the sword in his hand, and he slashed it out directly.

However, he did not wait for his sword to be swung.

His hand was firmly gripped.

The tremendous force was so strong that it was hard to resist, and he only felt that his arm could not move a single bit.

"It's too strong!"

He looked at Zhao Wenguang in front of him, with a look of horror in his eyes.

With a brush, the black light broken sword in his hand was snatched away by Zhao Wenguang.

"Give me death!"

Zhao Wenguang shouted violently, and a palm slammed down on his chest.

I saw a palm shadow of true qi condensation, emerging between Zhao Wenguang's palms, and the violent true qi fluctuations blew Chen Yang's clothes apart.

Before the palm of his hand fell, Chen Yang felt that his qi and blood were stagnant, and his entire chest cavity was compressed by an invisible force, and he couldn't breathe.

The middle congenital stage is too strong, not that he can resist.

Chen Yang had no doubt that if this palm fell, he would be beaten into a pulp.

Seeing that Zhao Wenguang was about to hit Chen Yang, everyone's faces changed drastically.

Could it be that Chen Yang had just shown his power and potential, and he was about to be killed by Zhao Wenguang on the spot?

At this moment, a figure appeared three meters beside Chen Yang.

Everyone looked at it, but it was an old man they didn't know.

The old man was wearing a gray robe, with a fairy wind and bones, and his momentum was overwhelming.

He struck Zhao Wenguang with one palm, and a palm shadow of true qi condensation burst out.

Although this palm shadow is not as powerful as Zhao Wenguang, it is faster, and the last to come first.

Obviously, the old Taoist priest did this on purpose.

Only in this way can he block Zhao Wenguang's attack on Chen Yang's palm.

Bang bang.

With a loud bang, two palm shadows collided in front of Chen Yang's body.

The old Taoist priest made a hasty move, although he blocked Zhao Wenguang's palm shadow, but he did not completely resist it, but only weakened his strength by seventy or eighty percent.

The broken palm shadow slammed into Chen Yang's chest.

Even with the little strength left, Chen Yang was beaten upside down and flew out, blood spurting out of his mouth.

Bang.

He slammed into the mountain wall, causing a sharp pain in his body and a groggy feeling in his head.

"This old bastard is so strong!"

Chen Yang scolded secretly, forced himself to borrow strength on the mountain wall, and jumped to the ground.

Touching the ground, he shook, staggered, and nearly fell.

Shangguan Yun and Gu Mingyu hurriedly ran over, one left and one right, and held him up.

Chen Yang only felt a faint woman's fragrance beside him, and he was in the middle of the ********, so comfortable.

But he didn't have time to relax, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Wenguang's weakened palm just now, although it failed to kill him, still seriously injured him, damaged internal organs, and broken bones.

"How are you?"

"Are you alright?"

Seeing that Chen Yang vomited blood again, the two women hurriedly asked with concern, their faces full of worry.

Lin Jun also rushed over, wanting to hold Chen Yang, but looking at the two girls next to him, he didn't know what to do.

He took out a Lin family's healing pill and gave it to Chen Yang.

"Chen Yang, you give me death!"

An angry roar came, and Zhao Wenguang did not give up killing Chen Yang.

His body moved, and he rushed in the direction of Chen Yang.

"Zhao Wenguang, stop!"

The old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe snorted coldly, and appeared in front of Chen Yang with a swish, protecting Chen Yang behind him.

Seeing this, Zhao Wenguang stopped, seemingly unwilling to do anything with the old Taoist.

However, Zhao Lingyun is Zhao Wenguang's most beloved and optimistic son, and now that he has died in the hands of Chen Yang, he is already extremely angry.

His eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Xuanjizi, your apprentice killed my son, and I want him to pay for his life!"

What, Xuanjizi!

The people who were puzzled before suddenly showed surprise.

The old Taoist priest in front of him was Li Yiliang, the genius of Kunlun back then.

Now that so many years have passed, unconsciously, he is so old, but not many people recognize him.

And listening to the meaning of Zhao Wenguang's words, Chen Yang turned out to be Xuanjizi's apprentice, no wonder he was so powerful.

Li Yiliang looked at Zhao Wenguang, who was roaring, his eyes were cold, and he said very casually: "Whoever moves Chen Yang, I will kill whom!"

His temperament is indifferent, but these words are extremely domineering.

This character, like Chen Yang, is really a master and apprentice.

Zhao Wenguang tightly held the black light broken sword snatched from Chen Yang in his hand, and said coldly: "Xuanjizi, you are too deceitful, do you want my son to die in vain?"

Li Yiliang shook his robe, and still said the same sentence: "Whoever moves Chen Yang, I will kill him!"

At this moment, everyone felt that Li Yiliang was too domineering!

"Lao Li, handsome!"

Chen Yang stood behind Li Yiliang and shouted with a smile, looking very excited, not caring about the injuries on his body at all.

It was the first time he had seen Lao Li make a move, and his strength was not to mention for the time being.

Lao Li's temperament, and his usual lazy appearance, are like two people.

That domineering and arrogant is indeed handsome.

But as soon as Chen Yang finished praising Lao Li, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

His injuries are too serious!

Seeing this, Li Yiliang couldn't help frowning, and said to Zhao Wenguang: "You injured my apprentice, how do you say how to compensate for this matter." ”