"It's nothing, though. Compared to Yi Gongzi's various methods, it is nothing. ”

Butler Zhao walked leisurely, and didn't seem to take Yi Chen in his eyes, just like catching a turtle in an urn, teasing a small fish in a fish tank.

"It's been three months, it's been three months! The old slave has seen more new things in the three months he has been in Yunyan County than in thirty years!"

Butler Zhao sighed with a smile.

"Old slave, the more I look at it, the more surprised I become, and the more I look at it, the more I can't figure it out. Or, Yi Gongzi, just say it directly, who are you?"

Suddenly!

Butler Zhao straightened his back, and the whole person instantly rose three feet taller.

A pair of sunken eyes, in the silvery moonlight, in the dim sky, emitting a green and faint light, eerie and terrifying!

"Is that all you want to know?" Yi Chen asked lightly.

Steward Zhao smiled, "Yes, the old slave can't understand it, and he can't see through it." No, I have to ask you. ”

"What if I don't say it?"

Yi Chen looked at the old man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

This old thing, I finally can't help it!

"Tsk, Yi Gongzi, don't mess around, in front of the old slave, you play a little temper and a little temperament, but it's useless!"

Butler Zhao laughed, and his old face was wrinkled like walnut skin.

In the night, the faint sneer, it looks creepy!

"Nonsense? hahahaha...... You say I'm messing around?"

Hearing this word, Yi Chen couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, this old thing in front of him really treated him as a three-year-old child.

I really think that I am invincible in the world and can do anything!

It's just a martial saint, but it's just a mortal's shoddy realm, and in Yi Chen's eyes, it's just like an uncivilized monkey.

The only difference is that the old monkey in front of him has learned two tricks, and he is more fierce and ruthless than other wild monkeys.

An old monkey actually took him for a three-year-old child, saying that he was messing around?

Yi Chen, who hadn't laughed for a long time, finally couldn't help it!

Laugh out loud and laugh wildly!

The louder you laugh, the louder you laugh!

That burst out of laughter, and finally even exploded like thunder, and the rolling sound wave exploded.

"You're looking for death!"

Easy dust, do it!

Moving like thunder, a palm collapsed like a heavenly dome, and the pressure came!

"Young Master Yi, how dare you do it with the old slave? The old slave is different from those wastes, but he is a dignified martial arts saint!"

Butler Zhao sneered sadly.

In his sneer, his stiff body rose inch by inch as if it were inflated.

Black clothes burst!

The thin arms were suddenly covered with thick green tendons.

The muscles were huge and strong, like iron balls, bulging high.

In just a moment's effort, Butler Zhao, the old dog that the Tang family has raised for decades, has transformed from a thin old man in his last years into a terrifying giant with a height of two meters.

That kind of burly body seems to contain endless power, and it is even about to explode.

Seeing Yi Chen's palm like a mountain, he burst down.

Butler Zhao just sneered a few times, and raised his arm to block.

It's just a little hairy child, a yellow-mouthed child, what kind of climate can it become?

He has practiced martial arts for more than 60 years, and his skill is more than that of a Jiazi, how profound is it?

How can you care about the power of an 18-year-old boy?

The arm as thick as a dragon, just raising the block, was like driving away the three-year-old child's play, lazy and boring, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Click......

But, the next second!

Butler Zhao's face changed.

That palm, burst pressure!

The moment he came into contact, Steward Zhao's face changed suddenly, his old face like walnut skin turned pale as paper in an instant.

His flesh is rotten, his bones are bursting!

It's like a huge mountain, devastating and decaying, and terror pouring down!

That kind of endless majestic power is simply irresistible, like a mountain crushing an egg.

The difference between the worlds and the difference between the clouds and mud is simply the gap between the two worlds!

"You, you ......"

Butler Zhao's sunken old eyes, his eyeballs were about to pop out.

The face was full of shock, and the shock was overwhelming!

As if reflexively, he raised his other arm to block, but it was the same fate.

The two arms, thick as a dragon, but under the pressure of Yi Chen's palm, they are as fragile as tofu and as fragile as dough.

The whole flesh was instantly smashed, and all the bones were shattered.

Bang, bang, bang!

Under the pressure of Yi Chen's palm, the body of Steward Zhao was like a nail, nailed into the ground inch by inch.

The floor tiles are shattered, and the body is in the ground!

The whole person, most of the body, was slammed into the dirt!

"You're ......"

Butler Zhao just wanted to say something.

However!

Yi Chen shot again!

Kicks out, to be exact!

stepped on it with one foot, as if it was a nail inserted into it, completely nailed.

kicked hard, and completely stepped on the whole person of Steward Zhao.

Only, only one head was exposed, exposed on the ground, with bulging eyes, looking at the young man in front of him incomprehensibly.

What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

He's only eighteen years old, and I'm a martial arts saint, an invincible martial saint!

Why?

Why was it buried alive in the ground in an instant, like waste under a palm and a foot?

Butler Zhao couldn't understand!

His brain seemed to stop thinking, unable to comprehend the situation in front of him.

How powerful is the Martial Saint in the martial arts world?

Even if he is just the old housekeeper of the Tang family, he calls himself an "old slave" all day long.

However, even Tang Yingde, even a big man like Tang Hongtai, had to give him three points of courtesy and respect!

As for those juniors of the Tang family, even if they are descendants of the Tang family, when they see him, they have to politely call "Butler Zhao"!

But now, he, a powerful and noble martial saint, was buried alive in the ground like a dead dog.

There was only one head, exposed to the ground, and in the moonlight, it looked very funny and ridiculous.

"Do you still want to know who I am?"

Yi Chen squatted down and looked at this old thing with a sneer.

"Uh-uh...... Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Butler Zhao nodded, but immediately shook his head desperately.

His mouth was slurred, and he couldn't speak clearly.

A mouthful of teeth was just now, trampled alive by Yi Chen.

The mouth was full of fragments of teeth, mixed with some scraps of flesh and blood.

I can't vomit if I want to, I can't swallow if I want to!

Yi Chen smiled lightly, lowered his head, put his ear against him, and said softly—"I! is! God!"

Well?

Butler Zhao's face changed suddenly.

But before he had time to think about it.

One kick!

The head, completely shattered.

Like a ripe watermelon, it fell heavily on the ground, red and white things, and the ground was as muddy as mud.