Facing the menacing Cao Sheng, the short middle-aged man was not afraid at all and sneered.

"Let me die, do you have that strength?"

The next moment, Cao Sheng actually punched out, without warning.

"Fuhu!"

Boom!

This punch was fast and ruthless, and the short middle-aged man reacted well, and actually blocked it in advance with his arms, just like that, he was beaten back a few steps back and hit the wall, looking at Cao Sheng with a shocked face.

"Sleeping Luohan Boxing, you are from the Cao family!"

The Cao family is all short-tempered, which can be seen from Cao Libo, so Cao Sheng didn't have the slightest nonsense to reply, and actually bullied himself again, looking like he was going to be completely killed.

In an instant, the short middle-aged man panicked to the extreme, and with the punch just now, he already had a rough judgment of Cao Sheng's strength, not to mention that he was injured now, even in his heyday, he would definitely not be able to beat him.

"Stop! I'm the Man of the Iron Fist!"

Swish!

Cao Sheng's fist stopped in front of the short middle-aged man's eyes, and the wind of his fist alone made his hair fly, and even a trace of nosebleed flowed out, which showed the horror of this punch.

"Iron Fist Gate?"

Frowning slightly, Cao Sheng withdrew his fist and looked at Chen Chen.

"Teacher Chen, my old man has a good relationship with this Iron Fist Sect, you see how to deal with it. ”

Chen Chen's kindness to the Cao family is estimated to be unpaid in his lifetime, so if Chen Chen nods, the short middle-aged man will still die.

"Forget it, I still have some business, you can send me somewhere first. ”

Today's Chen Chen has long had an epiphany about Hongchen, these small characters, if he wants to solve them, where does he need such trouble.

In another alley, the man in white also made a phone call.

"Miss, I met a master of the Iron Fist Gate, who is comparable to me, and they are also going to take Chen Chen, what should I do. ”

"Iron Fist Gate, that means that this Chen Chen is not simple, he must know the secret of Leng Qingshu's survival that day, Feng Ying, I will let the old man personally greet the head of the Iron Fist Gate, even if this Chen Chen is borrowed from us for three days, he will definitely return it after three days." ”

When the white-clothed wind shadow walked back, he saw that Chen Chen was gone, and only the short middle-aged man was leaning against the wall alone.

"Where's Chen Chen?"

The short, middle-aged man laughed to himself.

"Rescued, goodbye. ”

Until now, it seems that he is just saying this.

The other party is the Iron Fist Gate, and the wind shadow also knows that it is useless to say more, so he also left the alley, and the two masters came to kidnap Chen Chen at the same time, who would have thought that it would be such a tiger-like scene.

On the other side, Cao Sheng drove a Lexus 570 and pulled Chen Chen to a scrap collection station in the southern suburbs of Liuzhou.

"Teacher Chen, are you sure it's here?"

Chen Chen also frowned, and recalled the address he remembered in his mind, No. 365, Guanghua District, yes, the sign at the gate did say No. 3654, but how could it be a scrap collection station, judging from Yang Yifei's usual clothes, the family should be very rich.

"I'll go in and have a look, you can go back first. ”

There was no way, Cao Sheng could only nod, because on the way, Chen Chen refused his old man's request to meet for dinner, and he naturally didn't dare to speak again.

Entering the scrap yard, we soon reached the middle area, and a bungalow covering an area of about 200 square meters came into view.

At the ordinary doorway, there was a middle-aged man wearing big pants and a vest, with a cigarette in his mouth, tied to a pile of papers.

"You're going to sell scrap?"

Looking at the middle-aged man's indifferent look, Chen Chen replied.

"No, I'm Chen Chen, the head teacher of the eighth class of the Chinese school, is this Yang Yifei's home?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, got up, took a puff of cigarette and nodded.

"That's right, Yang Yifei is my son, but he won't go to school, just when you, the head teacher, come over, I'll say hello to you, and I'll go to school to save me." ”

Chen Chen was helpless, and suddenly wondered.

"No, I saw that Yang Yifei's birthday should be at the end of the year, and he is not yet eighteen years old. ”

Even more confused than him was the middle-aged man in the vest.

"Teacher Chen, I don't understand what you say, whether my son drops out of school or not, does it have anything to do with whether he is eighteen years old?"

Chen Chen nodded seriously.

"Of course there is, I started to practice killing skills before the age of eighteen, and in the end, it is absolutely impossible for the killing intent to form a complete body, so I can't exert my full power. ”

The face of the middle-aged man in the vest changed, and he didn't see any movement, he had already arrived behind Chen Chen, and at some point, there was an extra dagger in his right hand, which was pressed against Chen Chen's neck.

"Who the hell are you! How can you formulate such things as killing techniques and killing intentions, and explain them honestly, otherwise I will let you know what life is better than death. ”

What made the middle-aged man frightened was that he didn't feel a trace of fear from Chen Chen, and even his breathing maintained the same rhythm as before.

"It seems that your hidden killing duel has been cultivated to the fifth layer, and today's society is quite good, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for ninth-order martial artists to escape your assassination. ”

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and he almost moved with a knife in his right hand, because Chen Chen actually knew about the hidden killing of the exercises that had been passed down from generation to generation by their Yang family.

"Tell me!"

"Dreaming of success in the dark, willing to make a shadow of the world. ”

Very abruptly, Chen Chen seemed to recite such a sentence in his recollection.

This sentence seemed to have magical power, which made the middle-aged man continue to retreat in a sluggish manner, and at the same time muttered in his mouth.

"There is no end to the years, which is the king and which is the minister. ”

When the words landed, the middle-aged man walked quickly in front of Chen Chen, knelt straight to the ground, and knocked his head nine times in a row.

"Yang Dingtong, the twenty-third generation of the Yang family, has seen the master. ”

Chen Chen's right hand was raised, and Yang Dingtong suddenly felt a gentle force helping him up, and his heart was even more shocked.

"It's really an occasional nostalgia, how old was Xiao Yangzi, kneeling in front of my thatched house for three days and three nights, and your eyes just now are really similar, but unfortunately there is still no escape from the random torment, but the poems made by this little guy are still very good. ”

Yang Dingtong on the side lowered his head and didn't say a word, the Yang family has been loyal and filial for generations, but whenever the master appears one day, with a wave of his hand, the scourge of the oil pot will definitely not frown.

"Master, I will summon the Yang family who have been walking around the world to return, and I will be waiting for you at any time. ”

The aftertaste on Chen Chen's face dissipated, and he said dissatisfied.

"Who let you make your own decisions, remember, don't tell anyone else about my identity, now I am a teacher in a Chinese school, the head teacher of the eighth class of high school, and I came here today for one purpose, to see what happened to Yang Yifei and didn't go to school, to see this, I really guessed right, it is really the old Yang family. ”

Old.. Teacher, really a teacher!

Looking at Chen Chen's serious face, Yang Dingtong's whole person is not good, the existence of this kind of ancient fossil of the master, he actually became his son's head teacher? However, he actually let him drop out of school, oh my God, if the old ancestor knew about it, it is estimated that he would climb up and strangle me.

"Don't worry, master, I. . . Yifei, this kid is talented, I. I just wanted to start training early, so... ”

Chen Chen waved his hand.

"Do you think that the things left by the ancestors are all deceptive? Why do you want to start cultivating at the age of eighteen, there are many things in it, you can't understand it, anyway, remember, don't let Yang Yifei touch the hidden killing decision before the age of eighteen, the top priority now is to enrich your knowledge first, what age is it, it is always beneficial to have one more knowledge." ”

"Yes, don't worry, master, tomorrow he will go to class on time, an hour ago his aunt took him out to see the world. ”

Yang Dingtong's words, Chen Chen naturally believed it, besides, if Yang Dingtong was given ten guts, he would never dare to lie to him.

"That's good, this home visit was a success, I'll go first. ”

Three hours later, Yang Dingtong, who was sitting in the yard and had smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, finally sensed something, and looked up to see that his son Yang Yifei was limping into the yard.

"Dad. ”

Yang Dingtong nodded.

"Tomorrow you go back to class, and the training stops first. ”

Yang Yifei, who was originally excited, immediately reluctant, he had dreamed of starting training for a long time, why did he suddenly have to go to school again.

"Why, Dad, that's what you said!"

Yang Dingtong stood up suddenly, and the sound was like a bell.

"Don't talk nonsense! Your homeroom teacher has come to visit your home, so you will go to school tomorrow. ”