It's a long story, but it's a short time. In Xiao Zimo's eyes, she only saw Ye Chen's figure flashing a few times in a row as if teleporting, and then the young man was picked up by him and fell to death, she couldn't see Ye Chen's movements clearly.

The huge living room, there was silence, deathly silence!

Throwing the body aside, Ye Chen took a long breath and showed an apologetic smile at Xiao Zimo: "I'm sorry, I'm late." I'm doing this to give you a leg up! ”

Xiao Zimo's expression was sluggish, and he looked at Ye Chen with fear. Although Ye Chen's torture and killing of young people looked very relieved, the scene was too bloody and violent. She is a good girl who doesn't dare to kill chickens, where did she suffer such a restrictive scene.

But as soon as he remembered Ye Chen's original intention of making such a violent move, Xiao Zimo felt that all this seemed to be excusable. For a while, she was in turmoil!

Ye Chen probably also felt that the ruthlessness just now might have scared her, so she didn't explain anything, she slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the stairs, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in a low voice: "Come out!" ”

"I didn't expect you to be able to find me, my strength is really good."

The voice came, and with a sound of footsteps, an old man walked out of the corner of the stairs.

His voice was cold, and with each step, there was a clicking sound under his feet, and the floor tiles cracked like cobwebs.

As soon as the old man appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to suddenly drop to freezing, and his whole person exuded a powerful aura, as if an invisible coercion enveloped the surroundings.

A pair of cold eyes made people dare not look directly, and the old man didn't care at all about the young man who was lying on the ground and couldn't die anymore, staring at Ye Chen, and screamed.

"You're from that sect, say!"

The old man was very cautious in dealing with people, and he was originally worried that Ye Chen would gather a large number of men and horses and use heavy firepower to deal with him. So, to be careful, he went up to the roof.

When Ye Chen drove over, the old man saw him from a distance, and he was the only one. Judging from Ye Chen's breath, he was not an ancient martial artist. The old man suddenly relaxed, and for a while, he didn't immediately come down from the roof.

In his opinion, such a mortal, without his action at all, his apprentice could easily subdue Ye Chen.

But when he heard the screams, he noticed that something was wrong, and came down as fast as he could, but unfortunately it was still too late, when Ye Chen smashed his apprentice around just now, he had actually seen it, but he didn't make a move.

Because he felt a great danger, a sense of danger that he had never felt before. Now that he has been discovered by Ye Chen, although the old man is cautious, it does not mean that he is timid.

The old man's momentum was extraordinary, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was like a flood of bells: "Young man, what are you from?" Say it, I can spare you from dying! ”

Ye Chen didn't answer, he stood quietly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, looking at the old man with a smile and a smile, his eyes were cold and solemn.

Although the old man's aura was strong, it had little effect on him. In his eyes, what was the ancient martial artist of this world compared to the cultivator of his original world? They always keep saying that they regard mortals as ants, but they themselves are not mortals, and only cultivators like him are truly otherworldly beings.

Through the short fight just now, Ye Chen found that in fact, the strength of this young man was not as strong as the previous Lao Shizi Jiang Shaoqiang, and the old man in front of him, although his aura was not weak, if he really wanted to fight, he might not be his opponent.

Seeing that Ye Chen didn't speak, indifferent, and didn't seem to be affected by his aura at all, the old man's heart began to be suspicious.

Ye Chen's age looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old, he has no aura at all, he is not affected by his aura at all, what is going on?

The old man didn't think deeply, he waved his hand casually, his whole body burst with momentum, his clothes hunted, his right leg stretched out, he stepped out in one step, and stepped on the floor with one foot.

With a loud bang, the floor immediately cracked with seven or eight twisted cracks, the old man raised his hand, and he was already in front of Ye Chen like lightning, and he hit directly with a punch, and he was quite imposing.

"Arrogant boy, I want to see if you really have arrogant capital, and today the old man will let you taste the division-level fist collapse!"

The division level is a realm divided by ancient martial artists, and it is also known as the master level. It refers to a means that can temporarily fuse internal force and aura, and greatly increase the effect of attack.

After a brief fusion, the power converges on one point, and soon it will collapse, and a punch will be almost difficult for the opponent to dodge, and this is a fist collapse.

The old man threw this punch, but before the punch arrived, the strong wind went first, and a sharp sound of breaking the air came from the air.

Ye Chen didn't move at all, his face was expressionless, although the other party's body was very fast, he could still be captured. His gaze kept locked on the old man, and when he saw that the old man's punch was about to hit him in the chest, Ye Chen moved.

Ye Chen raised his arm, stretched it to his chest in the blink of an eye, and with a muffled sound, the old man's punch slammed into his palm.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, there was no imaginary fierce scene, and there was no loud sound, Ye Chen gently blocked the old man's full punch like that.

The feeling is quirky and gives the feeling of a punch on cotton. At least, Xiao Zimo next to him had such an idea.

On the other hand, the old man changed color in vain in an instant, and his internal force hit the palm of the opponent's palm, as if he had fallen into a black hole, and was swallowed up in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

This...... How can it be!

This is a division-level fist collapse!

"You ......"

The old man didn't expect that his full punch would be easily blocked by Ye Chen, and his mouth was shocked, and his internal force surged, wanting to retreat.

But he was horrified to find that the punch that went out could not be recovered. No matter how much force he used, he couldn't resist the opponent's suction at all.

At this moment, a ripple suddenly rippled in the entire hall, as if an invisible ripple was spreading, and the air around the intersection of fists and palms inexplicably began to distort, and abnormal sounds sounded continuously.

The old man was stunned, with a look of horror.

From his aura net, it could be sensed that there seemed to be a space distorted by an invisible force just now, and there was nothing but those who could do this......

The old man has lived so many years, and he has only seen a similar scene twice. And today, he actually saw this scene with his own eyes again, and all this was done by a young man, a young super strongman?

Is this young man a king or an emperor?

can distort space, this is at least the level of a king-level master.

This...... No way!

In an instant, the old man's face turned pale, and his heart thumped. Fear, doubt, shock...... He didn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it.

"You...... Are you a king-level master? You...... Who are you! The old man looked at Ye Chen in horror, and his body trembled.

Ye Chen was still smiling and silent, the old man looked at his strange expression that seemed to be smiling and his indifferent eyes that seemed to be a thousand years of ice, and he only felt that he was in a ten thousand years ice cellar.

Helpless, hopeless, the old man's mood is complicated.

Hallucination! This must be an illusion!

How old is he, how can he reach the realm of kings.

"This is what you call a divisional fist collapse? Hah, that's it. ”

At this moment, Ye Chen's voice suddenly came, he looked directly at the old man, and smiled evilly.

"Then you can taste my fist collapse too!"

When the words fell, Ye Chen clasped the old man's right arm and did not move, and the five fingers of his left hand formed a fist, and he suddenly probed, like a cobra attack, and rushed out like lightning.

A punch slammed directly into the old man's chest, and then withdrew like a dragonfly.

A very ordinary punch, without any sound, without a strong wind, without a single fancy move. The old man still stood still, looking unresponsive.

"You ......"

As soon as the old man said a word, suddenly, the bones on his body crackled like firecrackers.

However, what made the old man even more shocked was still to come.

After Ye Chen punched out, he slowly stretched out his hand, and a ripple rippled in the air around him, and a hazy line appeared in his palm that was visible to the naked eye.

This line is finer than a hair, as if it has been infused with spirituality, slowly wriggling. As the distortion of the surrounding space intensified, another line emerged, and in an instant, countless lines converged, forming a hazy sphere that was slowly rotating, and it looked very good-looking.

But the old man was not in the mood to appreciate it at all, because it was beyond the comprehension of his mind, and he even forgot the pain in his body, and his heart was completely occupied by fear.

The old man didn't dare to stay any longer, not even for half a second, he ran away.

However, he only took one step before he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and when he took the second step, his muscles suddenly tensed.

When he took the third step, he only heard a crisp sound of "pop", and the old man looked down and found that a strange pit appeared on his chest, and the skin was open, as if explosives had exploded under the skin.

One step, two steps, three steps......

The old man took five steps, and his chest exploded five times. It is only then that the intense pain reaches the nociceptive neurons. The old man couldn't stand it at all, completely collapsed, wow, and spat blood from his mouth.

The old man didn't dare to move again, for fear that he would burst alive and die. Of course, he can't move now, and he is already lying on the ground and his body is convulsing.

"This ...... It's not a fist breakdown, you ...... Who the hell are you......"

The old man was completely frightened, as if he had fallen into an infernal hell, and when he looked back with all his strength, he saw a scene that he could never forget.

This is a pair of eyes that don't have any sense of color.

There are no pupils, and the entire eye is covered with a faint layer of golden ripples, without a trace of human emotion. The golden-eyed master was like a god from above, looking down on the ants beneath his feet.

Oh, my God!

What kind of eyes are these, and how can humans have such eyes!