This punch was really caught off guard, and Cui Minggui was blasted out entirely, and he rolled several times.

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded and looked at Cui Minggui blankly.

"What's wrong with no internal force?" Chen Dahong crossed his waist and said triumphantly: "Haven't you been beaten down by me?" ”

"Give it to me, kill him!"

Cui Minggui was furious, jumped up from the ground suddenly, and took the lead in rushing towards Chen Dahong like crazy.

Cui Minggui no longer kept his hand, and used his family heirloom Huangquan palm to slap Chen Dahong hard.

Everyone at the scene pounced on Chen Dahong, and each sent a knife and gun to greet him.

As the Cui family of the upper three clans, they have been an ancient martial arts family for hundreds of years, and they have maintained the stability of the Yan Dynasty until today.

There are really a lot of masters in the Cui family, not much worse than the sects on the rivers and lakes!

However, what Chen Dahong is not afraid of in this life is fighting.

The more you fight, the more excited you get.

"Come on, let's go up together and see how grandpa cleans up!" Chen Dahong laughed haha.

In the crowd, Chen Dahong waved his fist and smashed it around, and the sound of knives and guns and chains swaying was endless.

People kept falling under Chen Dahong's iron fist, and people kept causing wounds on Chen Dahong's body.

Chen Dahong was covered in iron chains, but if he had a master's secret internal strength, or he could hold a divine weapon, he could cut off the iron chains on his body.

As soon as the iron chain was broken, Chen Dahong's body lost its protection, and wounds of all sizes suddenly appeared.

But instead of knocking him down, it made him even more crazy and angry!

Chen Dahong roared, like an enraged beast, desperately attacking and advancing.

Wails and screams came and went.

People are constantly falling to the ground or flying out.

Bright knives and guns, red blood abound.

I don't know how long it was, but it seemed like a century, and the sound of frantic fighting finally died down.

All the people in the Cui family fell, but Chen Dahong was still standing.

Chen Dahong was covered in blood and scars, like a tiger that had been bitten by a pack of wolves.

Chen Dahong gasped heavily.

Blood spread down his body and legs little by little.

It was the worst injury he'd ever had.

There was a wail all around, Chen Dahong looked to the left and then to the right, and finally found someone.

He walked over and bent down to grab Cui Minggui's collar.

Cui Minggui is dying.

No one knows when he was beaten, and there seems to be no difference under Chen Dahong's iron fist.

"I think I remember a little." Chen Dahong said seriously: "You've always looked down on me, haven't you?" ”

When he said this, the blood on Chen Dahong's head continued to flow.

Tick, tick, dripping on Cui Minggui's face.

Cui Minggui didn't reply, because he couldn't speak, and almost all the bones in his body were broken by Chen Dahong.

"If you don't have internal strength, you can kill it all the same."

After Chen Dahong said this, he punched Cui Minggui again.

"Knock knock-" Cui Minggui rolled a few times and lay on the ground without moving.

Chen Dahong staggered and continued to walk in the direction of the Holy Palace.

It's not the same as the high-spirited and rampage at the beginning.

He's slow, slow right now.

After all, he was so badly injured that there was hardly a single intact piece of skin on his body.

With each step he took, the blood diffused a little, dragging a long trail of blood behind him.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw the gate of the holy palace.

Chen Dahong raised his head and looked at the magnificent Sacred Palace, his eyes were actually a little daze and stunned.

What a familiar place......

I've been here myself.

Definitely been here.

I don't know what I was attracted to, his pace was much faster, and he ran forward with a "pum".

Of course, the guards at the gate of the Holy Palace spotted him.

"What people!"

"Don't move!"

Everyone raised their guns one after another.

Chen Dahong turned a deaf ear and continued to run forward, even faster and faster.

"Last warning!"

"Come here again, there is no mercy!"

The guards shouted loudly, they didn't want to hurt innocent people, but if they didn't listen to the advice, they couldn't be blamed for being ruthless.

But Chen Dahong still ran wildly.

He was obviously seriously injured, but he was like a sturdy cheetah.

"Shoot!"

The captain guarding the holy palace finally gave the order.

"Bang bang-"

Dense gunshots rang out, and countless bullets roared towards Chen Dahong.

These people can be stationed in the Holy Palace, of course, they are all good seedlings in a million, and their marksmanship is even more amazing and perfect!

But what's even more amazing is that everyone felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of them, Chen Dahong had already come to them.

"Boom, boom!"

Chen Dahong punched out, and all these guards flew out.

Immediately after, Chen Dahong smashed out with a hard fist, and the door of the Holy Palace finally opened with a "squeak".

At the same time, a piercing siren sounded throughout the Holy Palace!

"Woo-woo-woo-"

Chen Dahong turned a deaf ear and plunged into the holy palace.

And in the vast inner courtyard of the Holy Palace, countless people with knives and guns surging towards this side.

Including Houjimo.

Chen Dahong still didn't have any fear, and kept waving his fists.

"Boom, boom!"

"Boom, boom!"

Someone keeps getting knocked down, and someone keeps getting knocked flying.

However, Chen Dahong's injuries are also more serious.

Finally, Chen Dahong still couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground in pain and helplessness.

Everyone brandished knives and guns, and they were about to kill Chen Dahong immediately.

"Stop!"

Hou Jimo said loudly.

Everyone stopped.

Hou Jimo came to Chen Dahong's side, checked Chen Dahong's injury, shook his head and sighed: "Throw him out, and then step up your precautions and don't let him come in again." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and they didn't know who this person was, let alone why Hou Jimo took special care of him.

But someone still came out and lifted Chen Dahong and was ready to throw him out.

At this moment, a deep voice came from afar: "Bring him to my temple." ”

It was the voice of the Flame Saint.

Hou Jimo immediately waved his hand.

A few people carried Chen Dahong to the side hall where Yan Sheng was.

In the temple.

Chen Dahong lay on the cold floor, blood almost soaking his body.

How miserable it is, how miserable it is.

Hou Jimo also came in, and brought two members of the medical team.

The medical team members squatted down and treated Chen Dahong's wounds, the medicine that should be applied, and the bandaging that should be bandaged.

"Holy Lord, there are some places that need to be stitched." A medical team member said earnestly.

"Not necessarily." Yan Sheng said lightly: "Just bandage it, he will be fine himself." ”

The two medical team members didn't know why, but they still did as Yan Sheng said.

After treating the wounds, the two medical team members left.

Chen Dahong was lying on the cold ground, like a mummy.

During the whole process, Yan Sheng didn't take a step away from the Long Shu case, and he didn't even look at Chen Dahong much, but just kept reviewing the official documents.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Dahong finally woke up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yan Sheng sitting opposite.

At this moment, he was like five thunderbolts, and the whole person was stunned, stupid, and wooden.

This person is so familiar!

Who is it, obviously so impressed by him, why can't I remember who he is?

"What, you don't know me anymore?" Yan Sheng put down the pen and looked at Chen Dahong steadily.

"Holy ...... The saint ......" Chen Dahong didn't know why he spit out these two words, as if it was completely instinct and muscle memory.

"Looks like my head isn't really bad......"

Yan Sheng sighed, and finally stood up, bypassed the dragon book case, and came to Chen Dahong.

"Remember me, yes!" Yan Sheng nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

Chen Dahong actually didn't remember this person, but he still looked at Yan Sheng blankly.

Many memories flooded into his mind like a drizzle.

"Ah......h

Chen Dahong's head suddenly hurt again, and he even rolled in pain, and his mouth kept wailing.

Seeing this scene, Yan Sheng immediately said, "Bring the wine!" ”

Hou Jimo immediately took a bottle of wine.

Yan Sheng unscrewed the cap of the bottle and stuffed it directly into Chen Dahong's mouth.

Obviously, he has seen this situation a lot, so he knows how to deal with it.

"Goo-dong-goo-"

A bottle of liquor was poured into Chen Dahong's belly.

After a while, Chen Dahong finally stopped being in pain and lay on the ground panting.

Yan Sheng patted his back gently: "It's been a long time, Dahong!" ”

Chen Dahong was silent.

"How have these years been?" Yan Sheng asked again.

Chen Dahong still didn't speak.

"Over the years, I'm sorry, and I didn't expect it to be like this......" Yan Sheng said in a deep voice.

Chen Dahong was still silent.

Yan Sheng let out a long sigh: "If you have any requirements, just say it, I will meet them." ”

Only then did Chen Dahong speak: "Let my son go." ”

"Okay."

Yan Sheng didn't hesitate at all, and immediately said to Hou Jimo next to him, "Go and bring Chen Dong here." ”

Hou Jimo turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Yan Sheng suddenly stopped him and said in a deep voice: "I'll accompany Dahong here, or I'll go there myself." ”

If it was before, Hou Jimo would definitely stop Yan Sheng, after all, that place was very dangerous.

But now there is no need, Hou Jimo knows the strength of Yan Sheng.

No one could hurt him.

"Yes......"

Hou Jimo turned around and stood still.

After Yan Sheng finished processing the last official document, he muttered in his mouth: "This Rus Continent is really getting more and more presumptuous, and it has repeatedly violated my Yanxia Territory......"

Yan Sheng shook his head, and then stood up and walked out.

In the hall, only Hou Jimo and Chen Dahong remained.

Although Chen Dahong woke up, the injuries on his body were not healed - and they could not be healed so quickly - so he was still lying on the ground.

Hou Jimo came to Chen Dahong and sat down cross-legged.

"Weapon No. 1, long time no see......"

Hou Jimo said in a deep voice.

Chen Dahong still didn't speak, silent like a dried stone.