Wind and snow kill.

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

In front of the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall.

When the woman in the wheelchair took away all her smiles, a wave of power suddenly burst out, and the iron-clad murderous aura overflowed.

The air, as if frozen at this moment.

Chen Jiajiao.

The well-deserved underground king of the entire Liaodong underground world, of course, not long ago, she was crushed into a lost dog in Yanjing, and even almost fell in that Gyeonggi land.

Northeast of Nalan.

In this entire northern underground world, he is known as the first warrior in the north.

At this moment, when this strange combination appeared in the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall, all the martial artists in the entire martial arts world gasped, and Song Qinghua, who was disrespectful, also turned pale at this moment.

It's just that--

A moment later.

For some reason, Song Qinghua, who was originally pale, suddenly straightened his waist, as if he remembered something, stared at Chen Pujia with a sneer, and said, "Chen Jiajia, who almost died at the hands of the Ye family's waste in Yanjing and was knocked into a vegetative person?"

She said this with disdain on her face.

She Song Qinghua, even if she is the most outstanding little dragon king Baili Chong among the leaders of the third generation of Longmen, in her eyes, she is just a dog that can be called and drunk.

Yes, in her Song Qinghua's world.

is as good as a hundred miles of chong, and it is just a pug in front of her.

As for the likes of Yun Pojun, the first heir of Longmen, they may not even be as good as dogs, while Ye Qingling and his ilk are just 'waste'.

At this moment, Hong Ximen, the owner of the Hongmen Pavilion, trembled involuntarily.

He Zhennan stared at Song Qinghua with a smile.

The air seemed to have become even colder because of Song Qinghua's words.

Chen Pujia.

Sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, his eyes have been staring at Song Qinghua, he is not annoyed and angry, there is a trace of playfulness on his face, and, playful?

She took a deep breath, her face was windless and waveless, like picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing the leisure of Nanshan, and chuckled: "Song Qinghua, who gave you the confidence and courage to talk to me like this in Liaodong?"

After speaking, Chen Pujia glanced at the leaders of the entire martial arts world present, and continued: "Is it Chen Daotian of the Eight Pole Gate, or is it Hong Ximen, or is it yourself?"

Chen Pujia's tone was tepid, but the aggressiveness revealed from the depths of his soul made Chen Daotian and Hong Ximen, who were named, smile bitterly.

"Niece Song is young and ignorant, and I hope that Miss Chen will not mind. ”

At this moment, Hong Ximen, who was heavy enough in the entire martial arts world and had a lot of prestige, took the initiative to speak, and in his tone, his posture was very low.

At this time, Chen Daotian also spoke, and said: "The child is just talking. ”

It's just that the pride is like Song Qinghua, after hearing Chen Daotian and Hong Ximen's initiative to show weakness, an inexplicable anger burst out in his eyes.

What kind of thing are you?

A few days ago, he was crushed into a lost dog in Yanjing City, and even almost died in Yanjing, becoming a vegetative person, and he needed the old lady of the Chen family who stomped his feet, and the entire Huaxia Kingdom would tremble, to personally go out and fish you out of the hands of the Ye family's waste.

If there is no backer of the Chen family, then, you Chen Pujia is nothing, not because you are powerful, but because you are in a good family, that's all.

"Are you not convinced?" Chen Pujia is such a character, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint murderous intent flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Throw away the gorgeous coat that the Chen family gave you, you Chen Pujia, you are nothing. Song Qinghua sneered.

"Oh?" Chen Pujia said in a playful tone, "Who told you?"

There was no answer.

Song Qinghua turned his head away.

Disdainful, high-minded, arrogant.

He Zhennan shook his head gently, the ignorant and arrogant woman is the most terrifying.

Chen Pujia, at this moment, her face was a little unknowingly gloomy, she lowered her head, looked at her waste legs that could never stand up, gently closed Yanjing, and the humiliating scenes of Yanjing's trip flashed in her mind, and she remembered that when the entire Chen family had exhausted their connections and relationships over the years, and paid a great price, they invited the one from Kunlun Mountain to take action, so that Chen Pujia, who had almost become a vegetative person, woke up from his deep sleep.

Why did the Chen family do whatever it takes, and even the old lady of the Chen family personally went out to enter the capital with great momentum and take back Chen Pujia?

Because, this is the north!

It's Liaodong!

And she, Chen Pujia, is the unique underground godmother of the entire northern underground world.

One and only.

"Here, it's Liaodong, and I, even if it's scrapped, it's Chen Pujia. ”

Chen Pujia suddenly spoke, and there was no murderous aura in her tone.

Placid.

And almost at this moment, the leaders of the entire Liaodong martial arts community changed color in an instant.

Chen Pujia raised her hand lightly and waved it in the void, a very casual movement, but at this moment, it seemed that the wind and snow were getting more and more urgent.

Song Qinghua inexplicably felt a murderous force lock on her, and an unknown fear filled her body.

Suddenly, a white-haired, white-clothed, sword-carrying swordsman stepped through the snow.

He lies on silkworm eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, his body is as straight as a sword, and his eyes are as deep as electricity.

With a wave of his hand, he turned the snow into a sword and pushed it gently.

The sword is like a rainbow.

Where has Song Qinghua ever seen such a method?

There was horror in his eyes, fear filled his body, and he wanted to dodge but couldn't move a step inexplicably, but in a moment, the snow sword passed through his chest.

"Poof!"

The snow sword melted into water, mixed with blood, and seeped into Song Qinghua's chest.

And Song Qinghua suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Nangong, no. Hong Ximen opened his mouth and suddenly rushed to Song Qinghua, wanting to protect this entire young generation of the pride of the martial arts world.

The white-clothed swordsman sneered and continued to walk towards Song Qinghua.

A complex emotion flashed in He Zhennan's eyes at this moment, and he suddenly rushed out wildly and rushed towards the white-clothed swordsman.

"He is worthy of being Ye Guyu's big disciple. The white-clothed swordsman had surprise on his face, his eyes seemed to be able to see everything, and at the moment He Zhennan rushed in, he punched He Zhennan in the chest.

Note.

It's a thrash.

The momentum sank like a drum, and it was pounded down suddenly.

He Zhennan flew out upside down.

In this moment, the white-clothed swordsman picked up Song Qinghua, who was seriously injured and vomited blood, and threw this invincible woman in front of Chen Pujia's wheelchair with a gentle throw, and Nalan Northeast stepped on Song Qinghua's back with just the right foot.

Step the woman into the snow.

Song Qinghua was extremely embarrassed.

Chen Pujia leaned down, grabbed Song Qinghua's unkempt hair, and a reckless murderous intent poured out, and then slapped Song Qinghua's face heavily, as if looking at an idiot, and said, "Song Qinghua, this is the Northeast." ”

Rumble!

Song Qinghua's heart was shocked, and then a wave of anger erupted, and he screamed: "Chen Pujia, if you have the ability, you will kill me, if you don't kill me, you will be raised by a son of a bitch." ”

The cold winter of the month is already cold.

It's just that at this moment, everyone present felt a kind of deep murderous intent like falling into an ice cellar.

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

Chen Pujia smiled, then took a deep breath.

None of the people present did not change color.

There was once a woman who was angry and bloody, causing the old Northeast Qingfeng Lane to break the water, and the smell of blood drifted away for three days and three nights.

This woman is called Nalan Pujia.

And in that terrible massacre, there was a white-haired and white-clothed swordsman who swept the battle for her, and watched her kill people in the idle court.

A swordsman in white.

It's called Nangong Ao.

No. 2 on the Dragon List.