"Little brute, you're looking for death!" Zhang Xianfeng was furious, and immediately jumped away, wanting to clean up Xiao Chen.

Xiao Wuya and the others had a flush of excitement on their faces, as if they saw the scene of Xiao Chen being beaten by Zhang Xian and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Only Ji Yutong, his face suddenly swelled with intense worry, and his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't breathe.

Xiao Chen stood proudly in the center of the living room, not seeing any change in color, but gently spit out two words: "Xiao Yi!"

When the words fell, a strong figure stopped in front of Xiao Chen, raised his hand, and palmed Zhang Feng.

Rumble!

Hitting each other with both palms, the fierce wind and waves swept away in all directions, shaking the entire Ji family's living room, startling Ji Beichen and even Long Yi, a strong martial artist, couldn't help but retreat.

"No wonder it's so arrogant, I didn't expect that there is a good master hidden by Xiao Wuya's side!"

Xiao Chen muttered softly, he was able to face Yan Qing head-on, this Zhang Feng did have two brushes, although Yan Qing didn't use much strength in that palm just now.

Bang!

With one palm, Zhang Xianfeng's body took ten steps back before he stopped retreating, while Yan Qing looked indifferent and stood still in place.

Zhang Xianfeng stabilized his body and focused his attention on the handsome and mysterious powerhouse in front of him, with a look of jealousy in his eyes.

Yan Qing was entangled in cyan mist at the moment, and she could only barely see the outline of her body.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Xianfeng asked in a deep voice, he could feel the strength of the other party, maybe even far above him, which made him extremely frightened.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but you shouldn't do anything to my master," Yan Qing sneered, her words full of contempt, and she didn't take Zhang Xianfeng in her eyes at all.

Xiao Wuya and the others all looked at Zhang Xianfeng and Yan Qing in surprise, they never thought that this handsome man was actually a master who could repel Zhang Xianfeng.

Because they hadn't felt the aura of cultivation on him from the beginning.

"Now, does the eldest prince still want to explain?" Xiao Chen looked at Xiao Wuya indifferently.

"Zhang Xianfeng, kill him with all your might?" Xiao Wuya shouted, his face full of anger.

His face was extremely gloomy, although he was frightened of Yan Qing's strength, but the dignity in his heart did not allow him to give in to Xiao Chen.

In the battle just now, Zhang Xianfeng did lose the upper hand, but Xiao Wuya only thought that Zhang Xianfeng made a hasty move and underestimated the enemy, and did not think that he was weaker than Yan Qing.

Zhang Xianfeng has followed him for many years, and for his strength, Xiao Wuya has already reached the point of blind trust.

The corners of Yan Qing's eyes showed disdain, and he saw through Zhang Xian's cultivation at a glance.

The martial artist is perfect, it is indeed not bad, Xiao Wuya's blind self-confidence is not unreasonable, this kind of cultivation is also counted in the Great Zhou, isn't the original hundred miles of black wind also this kind of cultivation?

It's a pity that he met Yan Qing of the Eight-Star Martial Marquis.

Zhang Xianfeng heard Xiao Wuya's angry shout, and gritted his teeth angrily, only when he had slapped Yan Qing did he know the horror of the other party.

But he was very unwilling to retreat like this.

"What? Do you still want to do it? Or do you think you can't make any waves in front of Xiao Yi?" Xiao Chen said softly, his expression was calm, his tone was indifferent, and he gritted his teeth when he heard it.

"Ding! Trigger Side Quest: Zhang Enshrined's Wrath!"

"The host's disdain made Zhang Xianfeng have a hatred for the host, and he wanted to kill the host and hurry up!"

"Mission Objective: Kill Zhang Worship!"

"Mission Reward: One Chance to Draw a Random Lottery!"

The system prompt suddenly sounded in Xiao Chen's mind, and Xiao Chen sneered with disdain.

The reward is really small, which shows how weak this Zhang worship is.

"Xiao Yi, kill him!" Xiao Chen looked at Zhang Xianfeng and said.

"The master gave you a chance to live, but you don't know how to cherish it, ignorance is your capital crime," Yan Qing looked at Zhang Xian with contempt, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"You overestimate yourself too much," Zhang Xianfeng snorted coldly although his heart was weak, he was very unhappy with Yan Qing's gaze, because this kind of look was usually when he looked at others.

Judging from the situation he faced against Yan Qing just now, even if Yan Qing is stronger than him, he is not much stronger, and with all his strength, he may not have no possibility of winning.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if you lose, you can still run for your life.

What he didn't know was that Yan Qing hadn't done his best at all just now.

With a bang, Yan Qing suddenly landed behind Zhang Xianfeng, the surface was crushed to pieces, countless gravel flew violently, and cyan true qi condensed along his fingertips.

Time almost stood still, Yan Qing raised his hand, and the cyan true qi condensed into a short knife, quickly piercing Zhang Xianfeng's body, and the cyan mist drifted away.

Xiao Wuya's eyes slowly widened.

It was too late, it was fast, in the eyes of Xiao Wuya and the others, it seemed that in an instant, Yan Qing flashed behind Zhang Xianfeng and pierced it with one finger.

Zhang Xian's body suddenly dissipated, like smoke, without substance.

"Huh, this guy's magical powers are a little weird," Yan Qing wondered.

When Zhang Xianfeng reappeared, he came to the top of Yan Qing's head, turned around and slashed at Yan Qing with a hand knife, and the purple flames instantly swirled around his arm, containing infinite power.

It's a pity that Yan Qing's speed is faster, and he can easily dodge his attack.

"Humph!"

Yan Qing's eyes were cold, and he pointed at the knife, and slashed it with one finger, which was extremely fast, directly cutting Zhang Xianfeng in half, blood splashing, this time, Zhang Xianfeng didn't have time to use his magical powers.

However, Yan Qing's offensive was not over yet, and countless cyan true qi turned into countless sword shadows that erupted from his body, grinding the two halves of Zhang Xian's body into minced meat.

Xiao Wuya, Long Yi and the others left their seats one after another and retreated from the spot, but they were still strangled by the knife qi, covered in blood, and the pain made them unable to stand on their feet, and they fell to the ground one by one.

In the entire living room, only Xiao Chen, Ji Yutong, and Yan Qing were still intact.

"W-what's that?"

"Okay, what a terrifying aura, what kind of strong man is he?"

"It's so strong, I feel like I'm spinning around on the edge of death, and Suo Xing has picked up a life!"

The martial artists who had been tightly surrounding Xiao Chen were all injured and fell to the ground, but Yan Qing did not take their lives.

At this moment, these martial artists who had recovered their lives were talking in horror, and the coercion exuded by Yan Qing made them daunting.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Chen walked past Xiao Wuya, whose face was like ashes, and then sat in the seat that originally belonged to Xiao Wuya.

"The eldest prince, now, do you still want to explain?" Xiao Chen sat on the chair, adjusted a comfortable posture, and asked softly, as if taking a nap, with a lazy attitude.