Just when Zhan Fei thought that he could smash the Heavenly Spirit Cover of Monsoon Smoke with one slap, the palm he split off was stiffly frozen in mid-air!

A wide hand firmly clasped Zhan Fei's wrist, and fixed his palm at a distance of a punch from the top of Monsoon Smoke's head.

Zhan Fei didn't expect that his blow would be stopped, he immediately raised his head, but found that a man with a handsome face and a vertical pupil in the center of his eyebrows appeared next to Ji Fengyan at some point, and the palm clasped on his wrist came from this person!

The man had a wooden face, there was not the slightest emotion in his eyes, and Zhan Fei didn't even notice a trace of breath before he was suddenly approached by this person!

"Yang Jian." Monsoon Smoke sat calmly on the chair and called softly.

Yang Jian's hand immediately moved, he turned his hand violently, grabbed Zhan Fei's wrist with one hand, and held the other hand of the three-pointed two-edged knife, and suddenly slashed towards Zhan Fei's head!

The sharp cold air swept over Zhan Fei's head, and a wave of death coldness poured into Zhan Fei's Heavenly Spirit Gai, he almost subconsciously, mustered all his strength, and smashed it against Yang Jian's hand, taking advantage of the gap when Yang Jian's hand was slightly released, he immediately pulled back!

Zhan Fei's speed was extremely fast, and he narrowly avoided Yang Jian's blow, but even so, the tip of the three-pointed and two-edged knife still brushed his cheek, but with a slight sweep, it cut a long bloody wound on Zhan Fei's cheek!

In an instant, the smell of blood filled the silent hall, and the smell of fishy sweetness choked everyone's lungs.

Yang Jian stood firmly behind Ji Fengyan, and a crack appeared in his hand that was punched by Zhan Fei's full strength, but he didn't react, just lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the crack at his tiger's mouth, which was slender and winding, and some sawdust could be vaguely seen falling down the crack.

Correct......

Zhan Fei, who got out, was already in a cold sweat, he never dreamed that in such a remote city as Jicheng, someone would be able to take his move!

What made Zhan Fei even more unbelievable was that he was injured by the man in front of him under carelessness!

The sharp pain on his cheeks reminded Zhan Fei of his shock all the time.

Su Lingqi and Lei Min, who were standing behind Zhan Fei, were dumbfounded, they looked at Zhan Fei's face with visible bone scars, and watched as a large amount of blood stained the placket on Zhan Fei's chest along the wound.

All of this is weird and unbelievable to them!

"Battle...... Lord Zhan?! Su Ling's voice changed, Zhan Fei was a personal guard given to the eldest princess by His Majesty, and her strength was naturally self-evident, after following the eldest princess for so long, Su Lingqi had never seen Zhan Fei lose in the hands of any opponent.

Correct......

This impossible situation appeared in front of her alive.

This......

How can it be!

"Shut up!" Zhan Fei cursed in a low voice, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his cheeks, and narrowed his eyes fiercely, staring at Yang Jian, who was standing beside Ji Fengyan with his eyes lowered.

"Who are you?"

Yang Jian didn't react at all, he didn't even look at Zhan Fei.

The sound of monsoon smoke sounded at this moment.

"His name is Yang Jian, if you are willing, you can also call him Erlang God!"