Less than five minutes later, the sound of a door pushing in.

A gray-haired, sturdy old man walked in, and he glanced at the black-clothed man with severed hands and feet all over the ground, and his face did not change in the slightest.

At this time, Qian Huahai, who was half-lying on the ground, with a decadent face, saw the old man, and the humiliation and decadence on his face were suddenly swept away, replaced by a look of joy and excitement.

Qian Huahai hurriedly crawled to the old man, the humiliation and abuse he had received at Yin Chen's place seemed to pour out at this moment, Qian Huahai hugged the old man's legs, and cried heartbreakingly at the old man:

"Dad, you're finally here, I've been bullied so badly, you must help me avenge it...... Ahh

Before Qian Huahai finished speaking, he only felt that his crying face ached, and with the flight of a tooth in his mouth, his whole person flew out again.

"Dad, I made a mistake~ I made a mistake, I'm your son." Qian Huahai was beaten with a confused face, and he was about to cry if he was wronged.

"Brute, Lao Tzu is the one who beats you, is Mr. Yin something you can afford to provoke?"

In Qian Wenjun's angry roar, there was still a trace of hatred that iron is not steel, you said that it is not good for you to provoke anyone, but you want to provoke a young grandmaster.

Qian Wenjun didn't seem to be angry, and didn't wait for Qian Huahai to beg for mercy, and walked in front of Qian Huahai with another wave of punches and kicks.

Although he has long lost his internal strength, his fists are to the flesh, and he still broke Qian Huahai's head and blood, and he was bruised all over his body until he was dying.

Poor Qian Huahai didn't know who Yin Chen was from beginning to end, and he was already beaten by Qian Wenjun with a bewildered face.

It wasn't until Qian Huahai was beaten to death by Qian Wenjun, like a dead dog, that Qian Wenjun walked in front of Yin Chen. Respectfully apologized and said:

"The son of evil has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, he provoked Mr. Yin, and I hope that Mr. has a large number of them, and let the son of evil go."

Yin Chenfeng nodded lightly and said: "It's just a trivial matter, since it's an old man, then I'll sell you a face." But I only sell my face once, and next time, you know what the consequences will be. ”

"No, no, absolutely not." Qian Wenjun was sweating profusely and hurriedly said.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Mo Ningxue next to her was already stunned, the old man in front of her, of course she recognized, this person was Qian Wenjun, the contemporary head of the Qian family!

Seeing that the head of the Qian family, who could shake three times by stomping his feet in Jinghai, actually bowed down and apologized to Yin Chen, Mo Ningxue felt as if he was in a dream.

Finally seeing that Yin Chen didn't seem to be pursuing anymore, Qian Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he beat up Qian Huahai as soon as he came up was actually a heart of protection. After all, this is his son, although he is not very successful, but he also does not want to see Qian Huahai die.

Although they are Jinghai Qian's family, Qian Wenjun has no doubt that he is one step late, and Qian Huahai may die. Others don't know how terrible the martial arts master is, but Qian Wenjun knows.

On the road of martial arts, there is an unwritten iron law, that is, martial arts must not be humiliated!

Because Wuzun not only refers to the realm of martial arts, it is also a symbol of identity, an honor and even a power!

Martial Venerable is on the way to martial arts, just like the Nine Heavens Flying Dragon in the sky, throughout the ages, but anyone who can become the supreme of martial arts is not a person with absolute talent.

Even if there are occasional martial masters with slightly less talent, it has only gone through decades of hard work to break through the shackles of martial arts and become a respected existence. What's more, this is still a one-of-a-kind young martial artist!

Therefore, as a high-ranking existence in the martial arts, the supreme cannot be humiliated, no matter what kind of reason or what kind of way, any infringement of the majesty of the martial arts supreme must also pay a price.

Even the people of the Qian family are no exception. Therefore, Qian Wenjun hurriedly took the initiative to teach Qian Huahai a lesson, trying to win Yin Nuochen's forgiveness.

"Mr. Yin, about boiling pills, do you see?" Qian Wenjun begged a little hesitantly.

"We'll talk about that another day." Yin Chen shook his head and said.

When Qian Wenjun heard this, his face suddenly darkened, it seems that tonight's incident still offended the grandmaster.

At this moment, Qian Wenjun looked at Qian Huahai, who had been beaten and fainted, and really wanted to pull him up and beat him again.

After speaking, Yin Chen had already pulled Mo Ningxue out of the private room.

Actually, Yin Cheng was originally going to knock a stroke at Qian Huahai tonight, but when he finally saw Qian Wenjun beat Qian Huahai half to death, Yin Cheng felt a little inconvenient to open his mouth again.

Although he knew that as long as he brought up this matter, Qian Wenjun would definitely not frown and agree, speaking of which, he had a good impression of Qian Wenjun, the old man, but Yin Cheng didn't want to owe Qian Wenjun a favor because of this matter.

Moreover, Yin Cheng has enough self-confidence, even if he doesn't have a Qian family, he can still help Mo Ningxue.

In the car.

"Xiao Chen, when did you become so powerful?" Mo Ningxue finally couldn't suppress her curiosity, and couldn't help but break the silence between the two.

"Uh, this ~ that...... "......Yin Chen touched his nose, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a suitable explanation, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"Hehe, forget it, if you're embarrassed, my aunt won't ask, thank you for doing me a big favor tonight." Seeing that Yin Chen was sweating profusely in a hurry, Mo Ningxue pursed her lips and smiled.

"Auntie, don't thank me, I will always protect you."

Yin Chen stared at Mo Ningxue's elegant and vulgar face and said softly.

Seeing Yin Chen staring at him so unabashedly, Mo Ningxue couldn't help blushing, and stopped talking.

After a while, Mo Ningxue carried Yin Chen back to the park community of the apartment.

After parking the car, Mo Ningxue looked at Yin Chen with a lovely wink and said:

"Xiao Chen, don't rush home first, come and relax with me in the park."

"Okay." Yin Chen nodded.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we've walked together on such a quiet night." Mo Ningxue said with emotion.

"If Auntie likes it, I will walk with you every night in the future." Yin Chen smiled faintly.

"Xiaochen, I remember that I was only 12 years old at that time, and you were only five years old, I played the game of 123 wooden man with you every day after school, that time was really beautiful, so I miss it."

Mo Ningxue's thoughts unconsciously drifted to that carefree and unsuspecting childhood.

Speaking of which, she and Yin Chen are still a pair of childhood sweethearts, although she is Yin Chen's elder, but the age gap between the two is only 7 years old.

"Auntie, at that time, what impressed me the most was your smile, just like the shining of the summer sun, deeply engraved in my memory." Yin Chen stared at Mo Ningxue and sighed for a long time.

"Haha, no wonder when I smiled at that time, you always like to look at me in a daze." Mo Ningxue said with a smile.

"When I was a child, smiling was a mood, but when I grew up, smiling was an expression that concealed my mood." In an instant, Mo Ningxue said in a somewhat low voice.