The power of Monk Xin Chou's step can cause the ground to collapse within two meters around him, and the power of his major "Great Compassion Hand" can be seen.

Since he became famous in the South Seas for more than 30 years, he has been going south and north for half his life, and among the masters he has seen, he can use his body to resist his "great compassion hand", which is never more than ten fingers.

But the so-called "hard resistance" is not without a price, where can he be like the boy in front of him, who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, unscathed, and his face does not change?

At this time, Xin Chou only felt that his palm, which weighed as much as a thousand catties, was like splitting on the golden stone, which shocked his whole arm numb, as if he had lost consciousness, and his heart suddenly set off a huge wave, and he couldn't help but say in horror: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You can cultivate a golden bell jar at a young age!?"

"No! This is not a golden bell jar, although the golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt can block the sword, but the internal force still has to bear, and it is impossible to be unscathed like this, what kind of martial arts have you practiced!?"

In the face of Xin Chou's stunned and shocked words, Yang Shen obviously wouldn't answer at all. He sneered, his whole body changed completely, his eyes flashed a trace of bloodthirsty scarlet, and at the same time, his right hand was clenched into a claw, and he grabbed straight at the throat of Monk Xin Chou.

Between the lightning and flint, Xin Chou couldn't use his kung fu at all, and was grabbed by Yang Shen's savage and primitive claw like a chicken cub, and he couldn't move at all.

But just as Yang Shen was about to break Xin Chou's neck, Murong Hengzhong suddenly eagerly dissuaded: "Little brother, don't kill anyone! If you kill him, in this world, you will not be able to move an inch, and you will be wanted everywhere!"

"Wanted, I'll kill you all, who else will know that I did it?" Yang Shen said when he heard this, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, not caring indifferently.

Murong Hengzhong only thought he was joking, but he couldn't help but feel that this young man was really arrogant to the extreme, and he didn't wonder that Tan Zong, who had always been used to domineering, was so angry.

was about to open his mouth to persuade again, but he saw that although Yang Shen said so, after listening to his words, he hesitated for a few breaths, and slowly let go of the Xin Chou monk with a face that had survived the catastrophe.

The reason why he didn't kill Xin Chou, who offended him, of course, was not because he was afraid of being wanted, but because he thought that he was going to go to the world, and if he got the name of a wanted criminal, he would be regarded as a terrorist wherever he went, then many things would not be able to be done normally.

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped! Today, I will spare your bald donkey's life for the time being, and leave an arm of your own, get out!"

When Monk Xin Chou was choked by Yang Shen's throat just now, he intuitively felt that he was not facing a person, but a supreme fierce demon from ancient times!

Especially the claw that grabbed his ecstasy, as if it was a wild beast in the face of its prey, savage and primitive, straight to the essence, the purest attack.

The so-called life and death have great terror, and there are also great opportunities. Being able to immortalize under the claw of the former Northern Hell Dragon Monarch is enough to comprehend something with that claw.

But it's a pity that Xin Chou's realm is too low, and Yang Shen is not in his heyday, and the attack that contains a trace of the trajectory of the Killing Dao is destined to be discovered by no one.

And for Xin Chou, half a lifetime of seeing and hearing cognition, once subverted today, he trembled to the extreme, at this time he was sitting on the ground and gasping for breath, after hearing Yang Shen's words, he looked at the head of the family Tan Zong like ashes.

The initial arrogance on Tan Zong's face had long since disappeared, and when he saw Xin Chou's eyes, he turned a blind eye, and only said with a gloomy face: "The mountain doesn't turn, the water turns!

After speaking, he didn't care about the life or death of the monk Xin Chou, turned around and left, extremely fast.

Seeing that he was abandoned, Xin Chou was also a ruthless person, gritted his teeth, and decisively broke his left arm in order to save his life.

Yang Shen saw that the monk was quite self-aware, and did not try to escape, so he did not feel embarrassed anymore, but only waved his hand, signaling that he could get out.

After doing this, his mind returned to the question that had just brought him to his senses—is there really another self on Earth who is going to school now?

As soon as he thought of this question, his heart was like a cat scratching, and he couldn't wait to go to the old school to see what was going on.

Then the three of them, Xin Chou, who was wailing, and the grandson of the Murong family, who were in shock, strode in the direction of the school in their memory.

After Yang Shen left, Murong Qingcheng, who was full of incredulity, tilted his head and said puzzledly: "Tan Zong, why didn't he dare to let go of a fart and slipped away, grandpa? This is not like the Tan family's style of retribution." ”

Because Tan Zong knew that the person who could subdue or even kill the Xin Chou monk, who had been famous for many years, was not something he could provoke. ”

"This entire Southwest Land Martial Realm, I'm afraid that the sky will change because of the arrival of this person, but I don't know, if this person is against the Tan family's ancestor who is rumored to have lived for more than two hundred years, can he still be so relaxed?"

"Qingshuang, Qingcheng, you inform me, any child of my Murong family must not provoke this person!"

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......

Panzhou No. 19 Middle School, at the school gate.

Yang Shen, who was dressed in a black robe, rushed over, but was stopped by a fat security guard guarding the school gate and refused to let him in.

At the end, after the fat security guard carefully saw Yang Shen's face, he shouted like a ghost: "You... You... You're Yang Shen from the first class of high school!?"

"Do you recognize me?"

"Yes, of course I do! These nineteen middle schools, no, most of these Panzhou, who else doesn't know you!?"

"What do you mean?" these words made Yang Shen's brows furrow slightly.

"My God, do you really don't know or don't you know? In the five months since you disappeared, your family has posted missing person notices everywhere looking for you, and even newspapers and TV stations have reported on this incident!"

"Missing for five months?" Yang Shen was even more confused when he heard this.

"Yes, you've been missing for five months! I've heard that your teachers and classmates are worried about you, so now that you're back, I'm going to show them so that they can rest assured." The security guard said, and his body stepped out of the way, no longer in the way.

Yang Shen could only take a full question, calm his eyebrows, and stepped into the school after a long absence.

At this time, it was school time, and there were only a few classes of students in PE classes on the playground, and the rest of the students were in the classroom.

Yang Shen's black robe fluttered in the wind, across the playground, and soon attracted the strange eyes of many students.

After seeing it clearly, someone exclaimed: "Look, it's Yang Shen!

"Wow! He's it, this waste has been hiding for five months, and finally dares to come back. ”

"Big news! This is definitely big news! I was so clean up by Wang Ziming that I didn't dare to come to school, and I ran away from home for five months, and the first waste wood from the nineteenth middle school came back to school!"

"There's a good show to watch now, if Wang Ziming knows that Yang Shen is back, I don't know what his expression will be?"

Panzhou No. 19 Middle School is a key middle school and covers an extremely wide area.

For the classroom in the depths of his memory, Yang Shen only vaguely remembered the approximate location, and after finding a few teaching buildings and finding out if it was not, he went to ask the teacher on duty.

According to the direction told by the teacher on duty, combined with the location in my memory, after some effort, I finally came to the door of the classroom.