Brother Zhang Yu, did you promise to catch the little tiger for me?" A little girl about eight or nine years old, with two pigtails and meticulously carved like a porcelain doll, stood at the entrance of the village and pouted at a sixteen-year-old sunny boy in front of her.

"Xiao Ning'er, this ......" Zhang Yu squatted down, smiled awkwardly, and said along her hair: "But I also said that when I cultivate to the level of Xuan-level martial artist, I can help you catch the little tiger!"

"But, Brother Zhang Yu, when will you be able to train to the Xuan Rank Martial Artist?" Chen Ning'er flashed her watery eyes and said in a tender voice, "Brother Chen Kun is in the middle of the Yellow Order, why are you still in the early stage of the Yellow Order?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yu was a little embarrassed, he is already sixteen years old this year, in the Xuanwu Continent, this is already close to the age of adulthood, but he is still in the early stage of the Yellow Order, and he is indeed a very vegetable. And Chen Kun in Chen Ning'er's mouth is just a twelve-year-old little child, four years younger than him, but he is already in the middle of the Yellow Order, compared to him, it is simply one in the sky and the other on the ground.

As soon as the two of them said this, a voice laughed wildly, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Waste Zhang Yu, why are you still in the early stage of the Yellow Order, and you still think that if you haven't seen you for three years, you will make some progress?" Ning'er, call brother, I'll help you catch the little tiger, I'm the late stage of the Xuan Rank now!"

"Don't, I just want Brother Zhang Yu to catch it. Chen Ning'er took Zhang Yu's hand, "Brother Zhang Yu, let's go home." ”

"Xiao Ning'er, let's go. Zhang Yu grabbed Chen Ning'er's little hand and walked forward, but the person who spoke just now was in front of Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu went to the left, he also went to the left, Zhang Yu went to the right, he also went to the right.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Yu asked coldly.

The person in front of Zhang Yu is named Chen Dong, seventeen years old this year, his father Chen Yong is the village chief of Chenjia Village, in such a remote mountain village, there is a village chief father like an earth emperor, Chen Dong can also be regarded as powerful;

Chen Dong did not live up to his talent, he was only in the late stage of the Yellow Rank when he left, and four years later, he not only crossed the threshold from the Yellow Rank to the Xuan Rank, but also reached the realm of the late Xuan Stage!

In the past, Zhang Yu had always avoided what he could, but unexpectedly, this Chen Dong had been away from home for three years, and he was going to trouble him as soon as he came back!" "What do you want to do?" Chen Dong snorted contemptuously, looked at the road under his feet, rolled his eyes, and said proudly, "This road is just the road of the strong, as for some waste, such as sixteen years old or the early stage of the Yellow Order, maybe even the early stage of the Yellow Order is not a waste, so it is not worthy of this road!"

Chen Dong saw that Zhang Yu didn't dare to speak, thinking that he was afraid, so he was even more arrogant, and laughed wildly: "You can go if you want to, kneel down and kowtow three times, call grandpa three times, and I will spare you." Do you want to fight? Or do you want to get down on your knees and kowtow three times?"

Zhang Yu is still silent, but under the silence on the outside, there is endless anger, Chen Ning'er beside her is a little panicked, although she is still very young, but she also understands that there is a world of difference between the early stage of the Yellow Order and the late stage of the Xuan Stage, how can Brother Zhang Yu fight? Moreover, Brother Zhang Yu is not in good health, and he is always sick......

"Xiao Ning'er, you go back first, and my brother will accompany you to catch fireflies at night!" Zhang Yu felt that Chen Ning'er's little hands were trembling, and tried his best to say in a concerned voice, but Chen Ning'er tilted her head and said firmly: "No, Brother Zhang Yu, I want to be with you!"

After speaking, Chen Ning'er turned to Chen Dong again and said in the tone of a little adult: "If I call you brother, you will let us pass!"

Chen Dong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly, "Zhang Yu, I misjudged you, you didn't fight me, but you called a little girl to help you intercede, it seems that you are not only a waste, but also an out-and-out coward!"

Listening to Chen Dong's extremely insulting words, Zhang Yu's clenched fists burst out with a crackling sound, because the meridians have been completely broken since childhood, Zhang Yu's physique is weak, and he is not suitable for martial arts training at all......

However, no one ever called him a coward!

In the Xuanwu Continent, where martial arts are respected and strength is respected, the most despised are cowards who dare not face challenges. Being called a coward is the biggest insult to Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu's anger rose in his heart, but his face remained silent: "Xiao Ning'er, get out of the way, see how my brother teaches this bastard a lesson!"

Chen Ning'er obediently stepped aside, thinking about whether to run back to the village and call someone, but she was afraid of Brother Zhang Yu's side......

"You teach me? What a big joke, you are a waste like the early stage of the Yellow Order, you want to teach me a lesson in the late stage of the Xuan Order?" Chen Dong raised his head and laughed wildly, as if he had heard the biggest joke on the Xuanwu Continent, just as he leaned forward and backwards with laughter, Zhang Yu's fist, which had already turned anger into strength, smashed straight into Chen Dong's unbeaten body with a pale yellow flame.

The fist burned into a fireball, with the sound of whirring wind, Chen Dong was still laughing disdainfully, but when he saw Zhang Yu's behavior, Zhang Yu's fist was only a finger away from him!

Chen Dong hurriedly flashed to the side, but he didn't dodge, Zhang Yu's fist full of anger smashed directly into Chen Dong's chest, making Chen Dong take a step back!

"I was hit by him? I was hit by a waste in the late stage of the Xuan Rank?"

Although Zhang Yu's attack did not cause any damage to Chen Dong, but he was a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect, a late stage of the Xuan Rank, he would be punched by a waste in his mouth by an early stage of the Yellow Order, and he would take a step back, if this news spread, he Chen Dong would have no face to stay in this Chenjia Village, and he would have no face to mix in this Xuanwu Continent!

"Brother Zhang Yu is so powerful...... Chen Ning'er saw Zhang Yu punch Chen Dong, thinking that she had the upper hand, she slapped her on the side and cheered!

Zhang Yu's heart was full of bitterness, the punch he made just now almost exhausted all his strength, it was the most powerful punch he could make now, but the final result was only to make Chen Dong take a step back, without causing any substantial damage to others, the difference between the early stage of the Yellow Order and the late stage of the Xuan Rank was really a huge gap!

The furious Chen Dong had already let out an angry roar, "Waste, you dare to hit me, Lao Tzu wants to beat you with a hundred punches, a thousand punches! Lao Tzu will use the simplest boxing method to let you see what the difference is between the late stage of the Xuan Rank and the early stage of the Yellow Order! Let you know what the difference between genius and waste is!"

"Flame Splitting Fist!"

Chen Dong's right fist also burned into a fireball, but this fireball was more than three times larger than Zhang Yu's previous fireball, and the color of the flame was completely different, Zhang Yu's flame was pale yellow, while Chen Dong's fireball was golden yellow, and even had a hint of red.

The flames released by Zhang Yu were just ordinary flames.

And Chen Dong's flame is real fire!

At this moment, Zhang Yu, because the previous punch almost exhausted all the energy, the current fist does not even have a small pale yellow fireball, some, just a meat fist!

However, even with a meat fist, Zhang Yu's eyes still didn't have a hint of cringe, and what burned out was a kind of madness, a kind of persistence, straight towards the golden fireball...