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But even so, it wasn't so easy for him to kill himself.

"Leng Mian, what nonsense are you talking about, kill him quickly!" the little marquis yelled dissatisfiedly.

"I'm sorry! I can't even give you the opportunity to cut myself now!" The cold-faced martial arts powerhouse suddenly swung his fist, and his soul energy exploded without warning.

A cyan fist quickly condensed in mid-air, covered with killing intent, and smashed down on Zhuang Yichen.

This fist with the sound of breaking through the sky at the speed of sound looks extremely terrifying! If it is hit, it is estimated that the flesh and blood will be blurred and the brain will burst.

Zhuang Yichen didn't dare to slack off, and the strongest defensive position immediately attacked.

"Bang!" Qiuyuan's sword and cyan fist collided hard, Zhuang Yichen's chest seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, and his figure couldn't help but fly upside down.

"The realm of a mere martial artist can actually take a hard blow from me!" Leng Mian showed a look of surprise on his face.

Zhuang Yichen flipped on his side in the air and landed firmly on the ground! However, this blow had already caused him to suffer a lot of internal injuries, and he took the opportunity to spurt out bruises.

"Brother Zhuang!" When the two girls saw him vomiting blood, they immediately lost their faces and rushed to his side.

The little marquis was extremely jealous, and his anger almost burned his brain, and he roared repeatedly: "Leng Mian, what are you waiting for, kill him immediately!"

In his consciousness, as long as he kills Zhuang Yichen, Cheng Dieyi and Leng Rushuang, the two delicate and top beauties, belong to him.

Leng Mian sighed helplessly, and his figure moved. In fact, he still admires Zhuang Yichen, after all, this is a genius martial artist, and it is also the hope of the future of martial arts.

However, he couldn't disobey the order of the little marquis, so he had to do it.

"Go back!" the old man's voice suddenly sounded, and a strong and fierce soul suddenly came to him.

Leng Mian was startled, and when he looked up, he saw a fierce tiger with a soul qi transforming roaring and rushing towards him.

The tiger hadn't approached yet, but he had already sensed the terrifying power within, so he retreated.

The tiger did not continue its pursuit, but dissipated into obscurity with a roar. A figure slowly stopped in front of Zhuang Yichen, and it was a seemingly ordinary waiter.

He stood there quietly, without saying a word, without any momentum, like an old peasant in the countryside. However, Leng Mian was like seeing a ghost at this time, and hurriedly left with the little marquis.

"What are you doing, don't let me down, you bastard!" came the scolding of the little marquis in the distance, and it could be heard from afar.

"Thank you seniors for your help!" Zhuang Yichen stood up and saluted the waiter. With Zhang Xiuqing's words in front, it is not surprising that the two girls are guarded by such powerful figures.

Leng Mian's strength is also an extremely powerful figure among the martial artists, and those who can scare him away and don't even have the courage to make a move, at least there are martial artist-level cultivators.

The waiter just nodded to Zhuang Yichen, and then silently walked to the side, and with a raised hand, a big pit was blasted out next to him, throwing the bodies of the four Wuju people into it.

Boom! Another random bombardment, the soil on the ground spontaneously buried the corpse, the whole process was extremely smooth, as if he had been doing such a thing for a long time.

After doing all this, the waiter turned back to Cheng Dieyi and saluted, "Girl, we should go!"

"Are you leaving again so soon?" Cheng Dieyi's face showed a look of disappointment, and then smiled bitterly at Zhuang Yichen: "Brother Zhuang, it seems that Dieyi is going to owe you nine days of time!"

"Are you leaving Jizhou?" Zhuang Yichen asked sensitively.

"Hmm!" Cheng Dieyi nodded bitterly.

"Where are you going?" This time, Zhuang Yichen also felt reluctant in his heart, and asked more.

Cheng Dieyi's face showed a hint of joy, but she shook her head firmly: "Dieyi can't say!"

"Then I wish you all the best!" Zhuang Yichen waved away the reluctance in his heart and said with a smile.

"Brother Zhuang, I hope we are destined to meet again! Although Rushuang and Sister Dieyi are not all the way, they are also going home!" Leng Rushuang looked at Zhuang Yichen's beautiful eyes a little red, and there was a wisp of indescribable affection.

The two women's Hongchen experience has ended, even if they see Zhuang Yichen again in the future, they may just belong to passers-by and don't know each other.

Because their appearance, names and even personalities at this time are not real, although the difference is not big, they represent another identity.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, watching the two girls get into the car in turn, and the waiter drove the car and gradually disappeared from view.

"I don't know until now, why I have always felt that you are so close, it turns out that you are me, I am you!" In the carriage, Leng Rushuang looked at Cheng Dieyi and said with a light sigh.

"I'm the same! It's a pity that none of us are our own masters!" Cheng Dieyi also sighed, and a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

In an inn in Rong County, the little marquis was angry and angry: "Why don't you kill that lowly waiter together!"

"Little Hou Ye, if you don't want to cause trouble to your family, forget about those two girls in the future!" said Leng Mian solemnly.

"Why? Is there anyone in this Shaoji Mansion that I can't get?" The little marquis has been pampered since he was a child, and he is willing to give up what he likes.

"That waiter's strength is at least at the peak martial artist level!" Leng Mian only said one sentence, and the little marquis immediately shut up.

Such a person is not something he can afford to provoke! Because even his father does not have such strength.

Zhuang Yichen returned to the mansion with a trace of indescribable regret, no matter how Fang Luo, Su Li and the others inquired, they didn't say any information.

As soon as he slept until dawn, Zhuang Yichen got up and practiced martial arts.

"This kid seems to be really emotional!" In the martial palace, Tao Lisi said with a smile, I don't know why she was quite happy to see Zhuang Yichen's love path frustrated.

"Why doesn't he like that beautiful woman sent for nothing?" Talis was a little puzzled, in her aesthetics, perhaps Shui Anran was more in line with her appetite.

"I didn't expect that there are still people in the human race who have cultivated the Taishang Forgetfulness Curse!" "The Holy Demon Tower also let out a faint sigh.

"This is a forbidden method that even our Light Clan dare not touch, but you Terrans can cultivate openly!"

"This is one of the most secret things of the Terrans, I didn't expect you to know it!, however, not all Terrans can cultivate, only ......" The voice of the Holy Demon Tower became smaller and quieter, and finally it was inaudible.