Ling Jianchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure blocking his face.

This young man is Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuanzhi stared at Ling Jianchen arrogantly, with his hands stuck between his waist, his face full of arrogance and fearlessness. His two small eyes narrowed into a gap and said domineeringly: "Ling Jianchen, you cut off my business and fight against Young Master Han, you are simply doing evil. Today is the time for you, the evil man, to bow down!"

Ling Jianchen glanced at Xu Yuan and said indifferently: "If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Hahaha, Ling Jianchen, you are still so arrogant when you die."

Xu Yuan said proudly with a sarcastic look on his face: "I'm not afraid to tell you that my master is in the auction hall. I have told me about you. He was so angry that he promised to avenge me. You are dead!"

"Your master?" Ling Jianchen was stunned.

Xu Yuan's face was full of pride.

"Yes, if I tell you my master's identity, I'm afraid you will be so scared that your legs are weak."

With a light cough, Xu Yuanzhi said arrogantly, "My master is the Alchemist Guild of Nine Swords City, Vice President Fan Tongfan. He is a fifth-grade Alchemist. Ling Jianchen, do you know you are afraid now? If you kneel down and beg me now, maybe I can plead with my master for you, and he will consider leaving you a way out!"

Han Bing was behind Xu Yuan and sat in a wheelchair.

His gauze-wrapped eyes were facing Ling Jianchen's direction, and his face was impatient: "Xu Yuan, hasn't Vice President Fan come out yet?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, my master comes out right away!"

Xu Yuan looked flattering. When he looked at Ling Jianchen, the smile on his face calmed down and turned into a cold look, "Ling Jianchen, if you have the affinity, stay here and don't run away. Be obediently wait for my master to come out!"

"Noisy!"

Ling Jianchen waved his hand impatiently.

Bang!

A slap fell on Xu Yuan's face with lightning speed, thrusting him up high, half of his face swollen like a pig's head.

“…”

The entrance to the auction house is quiet and terrifying.

Xu Yuan covered half of his swollen face with blood on his lips, looking disbelief: "How dare you hit me?"

"Phone you? If I hadn't wanted to dirty my hand, that palm was enough to kill you!" Ling Jianchen glanced over him indifferently, and then looked at Tang Yi, "Tang Yi, you are waiting for Fan Tong and the others to come out here and tell him that these people will be left to him for disposal!"

"Yes, Mr. Ling!"

Tang Yi nodded respectfully, and faced Han Bing and Xu Yuan without any fear.

He looked at Xu Yuan and others with contempt on his face.

I just think these people are as ridiculous as clowns.

Even Fan Tong and Wen Zhong were respectful in front of Ling Jianchen as younger generations, calling Ling Jianchen the teacher. Xu Yuan and Han Bing actually wanted Fan Tong to deal with Ling Jianchen? He was vaguely looking forward to what kind of expression Fan Tong would look like after he came out later.

Step by step!

Ling Jianchen walked to Han Bing like a wandering stroll in the courtyard, and a strong man from the first level of the Martial King blocked him.

The Martial King said indifferently: "Little guy, this is the territory of my Han family, don't mistake yourself!"

Han Bing roared in a ferocious way: "Han Tie, kill him for me!"

Han Tie nodded and looked at Ling Jianchen with a cold look: "Little guy, if you want to blame, you can only blame someone you can offend."

boom!

His hands suddenly clasped his fists, and the fist shadow suddenly appeared.

The powerful punch of the Martial King-level powerful man stirred up a restrained storm, which could destroy a hill.

However……

Faced with Han Tie's powerful blow, Ling Jianchen put his hands behind him and his eyes were calm. When the fist was about to land on his body, he suddenly pointed at the ground and then retreated.

He then lowered his body, swooped forward, and appeared behind Han Tie.

"not good!"

Han Tie's face changed drastically.

He turned around and waved his elbows and smashed his temples towards Ling Jianchen.

"roll!"

Ling Jianchen's eyes turned cold, his arms raised, and he slapped the elbow out with a bang. A severe pain came from his elbow, shattering his bones, making Han Tie's face pale and he let out a muffled groan.

Han Tie covered his arms with a solemn look on his face.

Ling Jianchen never looked at him, and stretched his palm forward and grabbed his neck with a bang. As his arm was raised, Han Bing's body was slowly lifted up by him. Han Bing's hands and feet were dancing randomly, his whole body was twisted, and he struggled violently: "Ling Jianchen, what do you want to do? Let me go!"

"For Han Jianfeng's sake, I have spared you once. But you have never changed your advice and dare to attack me. If you reincarnate in the next life, remember to put your eyes on the highlights. Some people are something you can't afford to offend!" Ling Jianchen looked calm.

"No, no..."

The breath of death enveloped Han Bing's face made him hideous and roared in horror.

Click!

With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Han Bing's scream came to an abrupt end.

His neck was cut off.

Han Tie glared at him, his eyes shattered: "You actually killed Mr. Han? Are you provoking my Han family..."

"Provoke your Han family? Go back and tell the Han family that Han Bing's death was his own fault, and I will not hold the Han family responsible for this. However, if you are still obsessed with it and dare to provoke me, there is no need for your Han family to exist!" Ling Jianchen looked indifferent, and after he finished speaking slowly, he left.

Along the way, everyone stepped back.

Don't dare to stop it.

It's like entering a state of no one!

Han Tie's face was gloomy and he showed a struggle. Ling Jianchen's decisive and powerful means appeared in his mind. A bitter smile appeared on his face: "Forget it, I can only tell the head of the family about this matter, and he will decide!"

When Ling Jianchen left shortly.

Wen Zhong and the other two finally walked out of the auction hall. When they saw Xu Yuan lying on the ground screaming, Fan Tong's face darkened: "Xu Yuan, what's going on?"

Xu Yuan covered his swollen face, rolled and crawled in front of Fan Tong, and cried loudly with tears in his eyes: "Master, you must make the decision for your disciple! The disciple stopped the murderer here and asked him to wait for his master. But he actually said that even if you come, you must kneel down for him, and you don't even dare to let one of them go. The disciple couldn't stand it and took action angrily, but was beaten by him, and even Young Master Han was killed by him."

"What? There is such a person who doesn't take me seriously in Nine Swords City? Tell me where that kid is, I will definitely crush him to ashes!" Fan Tong said angrily.

Xu Yuan was delighted and was about to speak.

Tang Yi, who was beside him, said lightly, "You should ask clearly first, who is better for Xu Yuan to say the person!"

"Um?"

Fan Tong was stunned. When he saw Tang Yi, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Xu Yuan glared at Tang Yi with a ferocious face: "Tang Yi, you little bastard. How can you speak here? Let me tell you, my master is..."

"Shut up!"

Fan Tong suddenly roared lowly, scaring Xu Yuan to tremble all over and looked at Fan Tong with a grievance. Fan Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Xu Yuan, tell me what is the name of that person?"

"Well……"

Xu Yuan was stunned, blinked and said, "Master, that person is Ling Jianchen. Master, don't worry, that he is just a country bumpkin from Haotian County. He has no backing, as long as Master, you take action..."

Bang!

Xu Yuan's voice was interrupted directly.

He covered his face and looked at the angry Fan Tong with a confused look on his face: "Master, Master, are you so confused? Why did you hit me?"

"I'm going to beat you, I'll kill you, an unfilial person..."

"You are so brave that you dare to let me hit Mr. Ling? If you want to die, don't pull me up!"

"You evil disciple, I will beat you to death..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chapter completed!