People are strange animals, because they have their own way of thinking, and this way of thinking, always put their own interests first, whether it is good or bad, there is the most basic luck psychology!

And the assassin in front of him who was deprived of two legs and one arm by Long Zhan is like this, he didn't expect that the poison in his mouth would be discovered by the other party, but he, who was not even afraid of death, finally succumbed under the torture of Long Zhan, who was almost like a madman!

His body kept trembling because of the pain, especially the miserable white face that was still bloodless, like a blank piece of paper, Long Zhan stared at the other party's eyes that flickered because of fear and said sharply:

"Say, 'Who sent you?'

Briefing ...... Mission Briefing ...... on, written ...... It was written by Yan Dakui......"

"Yan Dakui?" When Long Zhan heard these three words, he couldn't help but be stunned, as if there was lightning in his mind, it suddenly flashed, in the depths of his memory, as if something had been awakened, but this memory was instantly covered by a tingling pain!

And these three words also shocked Yan Cai'er and Yan Tong on the side, but then, this shock was replaced by anger, because Yan Dakui was the uncle who was kicked out of the house by his grandfather, and no one could imagine that his own uncle actually hired an assassin from country R to assassinate his biological father!

At this time, Long Zhan's face turned pale in an instant, as if he was suffering great pain, and at this moment, he heard Yan Tong, who was holding Yan Zhengfeng, rushing towards this assassin in surprise, pushing Long Zhan away, pulling the assassin on the ground up and asking:

"Say, why did Yan Dakui kill my grandfather, say, why!"

Yan Tong yelled desperately at the assassin, and his hands shook wildly, so that the assassin couldn't even speak, and Long Zhan on the side felt that his head was once again in pain as if it had exploded, so he couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, squatting on the ground like a crooked shrimp, trembling all over!

At this moment, Yan Cai'er slowly put down Yan Zhengfeng on the ground, walked towards the assassin, he pushed Yan Tong away, and then asked in a cold voice:

"Say, Yan Dakui asked you to come, are you going to grab something!"

"Yes...... Yes......" This assassin was almost breathless when he was let go by Yan Tong, but in order to survive, or to beg for a happy death, he simply made his debut:

"This time's mission...... This time we ...... All of them are ninjas who can speak Chinese...... for, for the sake of snatching...... Snatch the Yan family's boxing spectrum ......"

As soon as this sentence came out, Yan Tong on the side was almost so angry that he gritted his teeth, and there was a 'gurgling' sound of teeth rubbing in his mouth, because he was Yan Zhengfeng's most beloved grandson, so Yan Zhengfeng had already told him:

The Yan family's boxing method does not have any boxing spectrum at all, but relies on the Yan family's oral transmission from generation to generation and teaches each other in person, but these secrets are only known to the head of the Yan family, and Yan Tong is undoubtedly the head of the Yan family who is the default in Yan Zhengfeng's heart, but this secret, Yan Dakui does not know, which has led to today's murderous situation!

"Bastard!"

I only heard Yan Tong muttering out these two words, and his fists were clenched, and his ten fingers were pinched, and when I saw those fists, there was an invisible momentum, like an invisible fist glove!

In the next second, I saw Yan Tong suddenly burst out, and his clenched right fist was aimed at the assassin's head on the ground, and it was smashed down with a fierce punch!

At the moment of his punch, an invisible energy came out of his hand, like an invisible cannonball bursting out of the barrel, only to hear the sound of "boom", the assassin's head turned into a pile of mud in an instant, red and white liquid, mixed with flesh and bones, scattered like garbage from a high altitude!

Yan Tong is a star martial artist, the energy contained in his body is extremely strong, but for the use of qi, it is like a new driver who has just learned to drive, with an unrivaled luxury car, but because of the lack of actual combat accumulation, he can't use it properly, but at this moment, because of pain, because of anger, he perfectly vented and rehearsed this energy!

Yan Cai'er on the side looked at the smashed head on the ground like mud, he was completely stunned, especially when he reached out and touched the slimy liquid and minced meat splashed on his face, the shock in his heart was suddenly sucked away, but he was greeted with horror and disgust!

"Ah...... ...... vomit"

While screaming, Yan Cai'er retched frantically again, it was the first time he had seen his younger brother show such terrifying strength, but this surprise was compared to the miserable headless corpse in front of him, the disgust was from the heart and could not be resisted!

This is the real horror of Yan Jiaquan, and it is also the most profound secret of Yan Jiaquan, he is a boxing method derived from killing, but in peacetime, there is less grinding of killing, so that this set of boxing methods has no realm and no strength!

This secret, the ancestors of the Yan family have not been passed down from generation to generation, because no ancestor wants his descendants to live in killing, death and hatred, so even Yan Zhengfeng, although he has reached the heavenly realm, he has never been able to grasp the 'artistic conception' of the Yan family fist, otherwise, these more than a dozen ninja assassins in the star realm are not a problem at all, and he will never face the situation of death!

Yan Tong looked at the head on the ground that was shattered by his own punch, he was also stunned for a moment, when he raised his right hand and looked at the right fist that was still wrapped in invisible energy, his heart suddenly lit up, and he finally understood!

"Anger, anger is the root of the strength of the Yan family! It is the real secret of Yan Jiaquan, and the power contained in this anger is not at all what can be interpreted by the boxing spectrum, which is the real reason why the Yan family has no boxing spectrum! ”

Yan Tong muttered, but Yan Cai'er, who was present, didn't have the heart to listen to his brother's perception at all, as for Long Zhan, he still held his head with both hands, and let the beads of sweat on his upper body roll and slide down on his body, falling drop by drop on the stone slab under him!

At this moment, Long Zhan seemed to remember something, the tight muscles on his body began to relax, the pores were like a switch to close the gate, no longer beads of sweat, even the pale face gradually recovered, when he slowly put down the hands holding his head, only to hear a cold and weak voice coming from Long Zhan's mouth:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, Yan Dakui...... Yan Dakui is already dead, it is impossible to ......"

(End of chapter)