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Chapter 408: A Word for the Old Dog

"Look at you, you really have no qualities. No wonder you hang out with a fool like Feng Jianchen."

"Don't you know how to respect other people's privacy?"

"Besides, it's none of your business whether I can dodge bullets. All you need to know is that if you want to kill me with your mid-level innate martial arts skills, you won't have a chance in the next life!"

Yang Chen's right hand exerted force, and Gong Junnian's neck was almost crushed, and his whole body was instantly caught in the void by Yang Chen's hand.

Even if Gong Junnian is an innate master, as long as he is still a human being who relies on oxygen to breathe, his whole body will be stiff due to this suffocating feeling, and he will not be able to exert any strength at all.

His hands pulled Yang Chen's hand hard, trying to give his throat a chance to breathe.

But at this moment, Gong Junnian was almost like a three-year-old child. He was like an old dog in Yang Chen's hands. His legs were struggling wildly in the air, and his hands were unable to open Yang Chen's big hand.

Not far away.

Feng Jianchen, who was lying on the ground in a panic, looked at the scene in front of him. He took a deep breath and was so frightened that his face had muscle spasms.

Gong Junnian's cultivation level was almost the same as that of his master Lu Hean, and coupled with his superb disguise skills, I originally thought that even if the two of them joined forces, they could not kill Yang Chen, but at least seriously injure him.

He never expected that Yang Chen was like a pervert, not only able to dodge bullets, but also lock Gong Junnian's throat with one move. At least with a little force, Gong Junnian's neck would be broken.

"This is simply not human!"

After coming back to his senses, Feng Jianchen immediately calmed down, and while Yang Chen's attention was focused on Gong Junnian, he stood up and ran away towards the woods.

"Want to leave? Do I want you to go?"

Yang Chen heard the messy footsteps in the woods, twisted his neck and stared at the moment, kicked with his right foot, and a stone hit Feng Jianchen's calf as fast as a hidden weapon.

"ah!"

Accompanied by a muffled scream, Feng Jianchen staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit. A handsome old face directly brushed against the ground. He was bleeding on the spot and was already disfigured.

He curled up on the ground, hugging his severely broken calf, lying on the ground spinning, desperately grabbing the tree next to him with both hands, and crawling forward at a turtle's speed.

"Ask me, as a master of martial arts, is it shameful to use a gun to kill someone?"

Yang Chen just glanced at Feng Jianchen indifferently, and then his eyes fell on Gong Junnian. The corners of his mouth raised, revealing a shuddering smile.

"Disgraceful... disgraceful."

At this moment, Gong Junnian was frightened.

Looking at the entire Hidden Gate, except for a few strong men at the top, no one can dodge bullets within ten meters.

Such speed and strength are a blow from different dimensions to Gong Junnian.

He now regrets that for five hundred thousand, he actually agreed to Feng Jianchen coming to Qingshan Village to kill Yang Chen.

"Since it's embarrassing, then don't use it."

Yang Chen looked at Gong Junnian's horrified expression, quickly reached forward with his left hand, and grabbed Gong Junnian's wrists.

"Mr. Yang, spare your life!"

"Ahhh!"

Before Gong Junnian could finish his sentence, a sound of broken joints resounded throughout the grove.

Both hands were cut off by the roots.

"Shut up, I will kill you if you disturb my wife!"

Yang Chen's eyes widened, he looked at Gong Junnian who rolled his eyes in pain, and roared angrily.

Gong Junnian endured the severe pain and closed his mouth. Veins popped up on his forehead. Like a dead dog, Yang Chen threw him on Feng Jianchen, who had just gotten up.

Poor Feng Jianchen, his already fractured calf was once again crushed by Gong Junnian's body weighing more than 100 kilograms. The fracture caused by the secondary injury almost caused Feng Jianchen to die on the spot.

"Okay, it's your turn."

Yang Chen put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the burned cigarette under his feet, walked forward slowly, and stood in front of Feng Jianchen who clenched his fists in pain and bit his back molars: "Feng, this is the first time I have met you.

When you see me, I know you are not a good person."

"Let me go, for my master's sake."

Feng Jianchen raised his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Chen who was squatting in front of him. His throat was shaking and there was a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Don't worry, I won't kill people in Qingshan Village."

"And killing people is no fun at all."

"But...have you ever heard that life is worse than death?"

Yang Chen squinted his eyes and slapped Feng Jianchen hard on the face with his right hand: "Did you hear what I said? Dogs know how to nod, why the hell are you pretending to be stupid?"

This slap hit Feng Jianchen on the face, humiliating his soul.

A tooth was spit out from the mouth by Yang Chen's slap, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of the mouth.

"I heard it, I heard it."

Feng Jianchen endured the humiliation in his heart. He didn't dare to confront him now.

Even Gong Junnian can't deal with people. In the entire Yinmen of Donghai City, except for the senior elders, who is his opponent?

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

What Feng Jianchen has to do now is to endure it and wait for a while before talking.

"Since you nodded, I will assume that you agree."

Seeing Feng Jianchen nodding, Yang Chen showed a smile on his face.

"You...what do you want to do?"

When Feng Jianchen heard this, he trembled all over and looked at Yang Chen in horror.

"What's the best way to punish a martial artist who doesn't want the green lotus?"

Yang Chen's face showed a devilish smile.

"Please, no, no!"

Feng Jianchen was not a fool, he figured it out instantly.

There are only two ways to destroy a warrior. The first is to destroy his fists and feet, and the second is to destroy his cultivation.

Gong Junnian's hands are considered useless, and he will no longer be able to use his skills in the future, and his strength will be greatly reduced, but at least he can barely possess the strength he acquired later in life.

Even if you can't survive in the hidden sect, if you become a worshiper in a noble family, you won't have to worry about food and drink in this life.

If the cultivation level is abolished, then... I can only take the civil service exam in this life.

"Bang!"

And at this moment, Yang Chen grabbed Feng Jianchen with his right hand, as if grabbing a chicken, and pulled Feng Jianchen up from under Gong Junnian, and slapped his dantian heavily with his left hand.

The powerful and overbearing true momentum was like a broken bamboo, erupting from Feng Jianchen's Dantian, damaging the meridians wherever it went, and the internal strength in the body quickly collapsed.

"ah……"

Feng Jianchen roared into the sky.

Twenty years of cultivation were wiped away by Yang Chen's slap.

From now on, let alone in Yinmen, I will not be able to survive in the martial arts world.

In addition, I have offended a lot of people before, and I am afraid that after today I will become a street rat that everyone calls for beating!

"A dragon with reverse scales will be killed if it touches it!"

Looking at Feng Jianchen who was lying on the ground like a bereaved dog, Yang Chen lit up a cigarette again: "For Lao Lu's sake, I will spare your dog's life today. Go back and bring a message to this old dog Song Yuxun, I'll give it to you

He has three days to apologize, otherwise I will crush the entire Song family!"


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