"What?" Yang Mengsheng thought he had heard it wrong.

He didn't expect that Zhuang Fan would be so bold, he had shown such terrifying strength just now, Zhuang Fan not only did not kneel and beg for mercy, but also asked himself for money?

But soon, he sneered again and again: "Zhuang Fan, are you really daring and want money?" All right. Let's survive in my hands first. ”

When the words fell, Yang Meng screamed, and a trace of gloomy and vicious aura emerged.

"Look at the clutches of my life and death." Yang Meng burst out loud, and a trace of terrifying power continued to emerge from his palm, and finally turned into a three-inch-long palm print.

Thundered.

The moment the palm print appeared, the devastating power continued to spread, and countless cracks immediately appeared on the ground within a radius of dozens of meters with Yang Mengsheng as the center, and the solid cement floor continued to turn into pieces, and under the erosion of that force, it turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

Not only that, the palm print seemed to be able to absorb the energy between heaven and earth, and the surrounding aura was constantly converging on it, and even Chen Kui and the others were aware that their power was constantly flowing, and they were finally absorbed by the palm print.

Finding this, Chen Kui and the others immediately dodged, and when they appeared in the safe zone, they breathed a sigh of relief.

And his heart has already boiled, after all, Yang Mengsheng has always been a shame for the Yang family in his impression, a waste man, if he hadn't had some ability in business, I am afraid that he would have been expelled from the family a long time ago.

But now, his power is so terrifying.

The difference between this before and after is simply not too big.

When Chen Kui was shocked, Yang Mengsheng waved his hand suddenly, and he saw the clutch of life and death that absorbed countless powers, and went straight to Zhuang Fan at a speed that surpassed the sound.

Seeing this, Chen Kui couldn't help but look proud, and he already imagined in his mind that Zhuang Fan was photographed into a pulp by Yang Mengsheng's attack.

However, in Chen Kui's eyes, the terrible palm print, in Zhuang Fan's opinion, is nothing more than Er'er.

He smiled lightly and said, "Yang Dashao, I have to say that your achievements in the martial arts world today have really surprised me, but this little cultivation is not qualified to jump in front of me." ”

When these words fell, the clutches of life and death had already fallen in front of Zhuang Fan.

It's a pity that the imaginary earth-shattering explosion did not happen, and the picture of Zhuang Fan's head in a different place did not appear, because when the clutch of life and death was about to hit Zhuang Fan, Zhuang Fan's right hand stretched out, and he easily blocked the demonic palm print from his body.

What's even more bizarre is that the clutches of life and death are shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few breaths, they completely disappear without a trace.

The smile on Chen Kui's face froze.

And Yang Mengsheng looked at Zhuang Fan with disbelief in his eyes.

He didn't understand, why did his attack suddenly disappear?

What the hell is going on?

Before Yang Mengsheng could think clearly, Zhuang Fan had already absorbed all the power contained in the palm print, but he did not refine it, but stored it in the blood-colored dagger.

"Yang Dashao, it's an honor to tell you that your performance time ...... It's over, and next, it's my turn. Zhuang Fan said with a smile.

When the words fell, Zhuang Fan's right hand stretched out, and there was a trace of creative power in his palm.

Airplanes.

Under the operation of the power of creation, a terrifying suction force instantly emerged.

I saw that Yang Mengsheng's fat body flew to Zhuang Fan involuntarily.

"What's going on?" Yang Meng was shocked, he didn't understand, why was his body not under his control?

At this time, he had already appeared in front of Zhuang Fan.

Yang Mengsheng made a quick decision and hurriedly cast the magic power of life and death to get rid of Zhuang Fan's control.

But it was obviously too late, because before that, Zhuang Fan stretched out his right hand and easily grabbed Yang Mengsheng's neck.

Yang Meng was stunned.

And that Chen Kui was stupid.

As for the head of the Chen family, Chen Wuji, who was hiding in the corner, trying to wait for the opportunity to move, and led his clansmen to sneak attack Zhuang Fan, was stupid and stupid.

No wonder they are.

After all, the strength that Yang Mengsheng showed just now was really appalling.

According to Chen Wuji's guess, Yang Mengsheng at this moment has cultivated to the level of at least the eighth or even ninth rank in the martial arts world, otherwise, it would be impossible to easily complete the alliance between the Poison God and the Medicine God.

But in this way, Yang Mengsheng was still easily taken down by Zhuang Fan, and there was not even the slightest room for resistance.

Could it be that the kid named Zhuang Fan has cultivated to a heaven-level martial artist.

But how is this possible?

You must know that there is a huge Huaxia, and the people who can reach this level are not the existence of the ancient and the present, and they are all old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years.

On the other hand, Zhuang Fan was only in his early twenties, if he was a heaven-level martial artist, he wouldn't believe it if he killed Chen Wuji.

But if that's not the case, how can we explain why this kid has such a powerful cultivation?

Suddenly.

Chen Wuji seemed to have something in mind.

He muttered to himself: "I remember Yang Mengsheng said just now, he commented on the two old men, saying that they were cultivators, and this term only exists in the Xianmen, should it be, Yang Mengsheng and this kid named Zhuang Fan have all been inherited from the Xianmen, right?" ”

The more he talked about the back, the more frightened Chen Wou-Ki became.

Although, for the existence of the Immortal Gate, Chen Wuji has always heard the ancestors say it.

And it seems that hundreds of years ago, the martial arts world of this earth was more prosperous than it is now, but because of the opening of the immortal gate, countless mysterious powerhouses appeared, and they dominated the martial arts world with their absolute strength, but all the martial arts geniuses who obeyed them were taken away by them one by one, and those who were not convinced were directly killed on the spot......

Chen Wuji suddenly remembered that it seemed that there were only less than three years left before the next immortal gate opened.

While Chen Wou-Ki was thinking about these messy things in his mind.

On the other side, Zhuang Fan's indifferent smile came out.

"Yang Dashao, originally, I almost couldn't remember you as a person, but I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to jump in front of me, and threatened to kill me, if it was before, maybe I would spare your life, but this time...... I can only make you completely unable to jump up. ”

When the words fell, the power of creation in Zhuang Fan's body continued to drill into Yang Mengsheng's body along the palm of his hand.

In an instant, Yang Mengsheng sensed that the incomparably rich demonic qi of life and death in his body was constantly disappearing at this moment.

A minute later, Yang Mengsheng's dantian was empty, and no matter how he used the cultivation method, there was not the slightest power that emerged.

He...... In this way, he was abolished by Zhuang Fan and cultivated.

As soon as Zhuang Fan's hand was released, Yang Mengsheng fell to the ground like soft mud, looking lost and depressed.

His heart was rushing, no matter what, he didn't expect that in just one move, he was surrendered by Zhuang Fan, and he was powerless to parry.

And what he didn't expect was that his cultivation would disappear like this.

In one fell swoop, he fell from the number one master of the Yang family to a waste who could not cultivate.

Feeling lost in his heart, and more angry, Yang Mengsheng raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Fan, and the color of resentment in his eyes was strong.

"What, Yang Dashao is not convinced?" Zhuang Fan smiled and asked, "Look at you like this, even if I let you go this time, the next time you find an opportunity, you will definitely seek revenge on me again, in order to never suffer in the future, I ...... I'd better kill you. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Fan stretched out his right hand and turned his palm into a knife, wanting to solve the other party's life.

But just when Zhuang Fan was about to make a move, suddenly, a thunderous voice came out.

"Master Zhuang, please have a large number of adults and spare Yang Mengsheng's life."

As this voice fell, a figure appeared in front of Zhuang Fan like a flash.

Zhuang Fan's face changed slightly when he saw the other party appear.

Not only him, but even the Poison God and the Medicine God, the same.

"Senior brother, isn't this Yang Zaixing, the ancestor of the Yang family?" The god of medicine spoke.

The poison god nodded again and again, with a solemn expression.

The person in front of them, they knew, and they were extremely impressed.

Eighty years ago, they traveled in Jiangzhou with their master, and the head of the Yang family at that time was Yang Zaixing, but at that time, the other party had reached the age of more than 120 years.

You must know that the highest grade of a Divine Realm martial artist is only one hundred and eighty years old.

Unless he was promoted to a heaven-level martial artist, he would not be able to survive for so long.

But Yang Zaixing has lived to the present, and looking at him like this, he is extremely energetic, giving people the feeling that he is almost forty or fifty years old.

You must know that for a martial artist, the age of forty or fifty years old is equivalent to the youth of ordinary people.

Of course, what surprised the two of them the most was Yang Zaixing's terrifying aura, that is, the two of them vaguely felt that there was a big stone pressing on their chests, which was very uncomfortable.

The two looked at each other.

Suddenly.

A terrible thought came to me.

"Senior brother, you say, this Yang Zaixing, shouldn't he be promoted to a heaven-level martial artist?" The poison god asked.

"I don't know, but it's very likely." The medicine god said with a solemn face.

A flash of worry flashed through their hearts.

If his guess is true, then this means, Zhuang Fan will be in big trouble.

After all, although Zhuang Fan is an invincible existence in his nerves, if he encounters a heaven-level martial artist, it is estimated that even he will have to suffer, and if he is not good, he may even lose his life.

The content of the chat between the two was naturally listened to by Zhuang Fan, in addition to being slightly surprised, more of a look of astonishment.

Because he sensed a trace of incomparably condensed power from the other party's dantian, although this power was not as good as the power of mixed yuan, but it was a lot of money, even Zhuang Fan, and he felt a sense of danger.

But soon, Zhuang Fan was not worth it.

The Yang Zaixing in front of him is certainly powerful, but if he fights with him, if he goes all out, he may not lose to the other party.

While Zhuang Fan was thinking, Yang Zaixing had already come to Yang Mengsheng's body.

Syllable.

Yang Zaixing stretched out his hand and patted Yang Mengsheng on the shoulder.

Yang Mengsheng was a little dazed at first.

But when he noticed that the demonic qi of life and death that had disappeared in his body had reappeared, he was instantly overjoyed.

Immediately pointed at Zhuang Fan and said: "Ancestor, you came just in time, this kid named Zhuang Fan, humiliated me, and asked you to make the decision for me and ...... him."

But before the latter words were finished, Yang Zaixing's scolding voice came out, "Presumptuous, why don't you kneel down quickly and apologize to Master Zhuang?" ”

"What?" Yang Mengsheng looked confused.