"Wen Chang'an, aren't you playing tricks on me too?"
Yang Chen turned around, looked at Wen Changan who was angry and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, I asked you to destroy the Xijing Hou family, not to make them a subsidiary of your Medicine King Valley!"
"you……"
Wen Changan's eyes trembled violently, and he raised his finger to point at Yang Chen. His face turned green with anger, but he was speechless for a long time. He felt guilty.
"Of course, it's true that I never planned to give you the Azure Technique from the beginning. In a place like Yaowang Valley where you can do nothing but show off, the Azure Technique will be wasted in your hands."
After Yang Chen finished speaking, he got out of the car straight away.
"Stop it!"
Wen Chang'an knew that he had been tricked from beginning to end, and he was so angry that he still looked like the master of Yaowang Valley, and rushed down like a crazy old man.
Several disciples from Yaowang Valley quickly blocked Yang Chen's path, with a fierce momentum and a tense situation.
"Yang Chen, either keep the Azure Technique, or you can taste the fist of my Medicine King Valley!"
Wang Zhe's face was ferocious, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Then I would like to see how shamelessly you Yaowang Valley prepares to rob it openly."
Yang Chen put his hands in his pockets and said calmly.
"Do it!"
Wang Zhe waved his hand, and the four Yaowang Valley disciples behind him rushed over with clenched fists.
"Idiot!"
Yang Chen stepped forward, not even bothering to use the Chinese martial arts moves, and slapped each one.
Bang bang bang!
In less than three seconds, the four Yaowang Valley disciples were lying on the ground, huddled together, in pain as if they were shrimps.
"You...you..."
Wang Zhe's throat trembled violently as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"Crack!"
The next moment, Yang Chen kicked Wang Zhe hard in the chest.
Wang Zhe spurted out a mouthful of blood and was kicked directly into the RV. Waves of wailing sounds could be heard intermittently.
"A person in the Xiantian realm dares to show off to me at the entrance of my Qingshan Village. If it weren't for the sake of the Chinese New Year, the weeds on your grave would be one meter high next year."
Yang Chen glanced coldly at Wang Zhe who had a bruised nose and face in the RV, then lit a cigarette and looked at Wen Changan who was stunned on the spot: "I heard that Lord Wen is the great master of the early land realm, do you want to practice too?
?”
"you!"
Wen Changan was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he didn't dare to take action.
Wang Zhe is a strong man in the late Xiantian realm, and he doesn't even have a chance to make a move in front of Yang Chen.
With such strength, his martial arts cultivation has at least reached the level of a grand master in the middle stage of the land realm.
Both are land realms, but the early and middle stages are like a gulf.
Taking action now, Wen Changan knew that his old chastity might be shattered to pieces.
"It's still too late to get out now."
Yang Chen pointed to the road to the entrance of the village and said with a smile.
"Walk!"
Wen Changan gritted his teeth, so angry that his back molars almost broke.
He flicked his sleeves and got into the RV.
"Yang Chen, I will bear in mind your insult to my Medicine King Valley today, and I will definitely come to ask for it in person one day!"
Looking at the RV going away, Yang Chen turned around and headed towards home indifferently.
…
Bang bang bang!
The next night, Qingshan Village was full of celebrations, with couplets and door gods posted on every house, lanterns hanging at the door, and firecrackers going off.
Yang Chen took out the cigarette from his mouth and lit all the fireworks in the yard.
In an instant.
Accompanied by bursts of bursting sounds, the sky above Qingshan Village became colorful.
"Sister Xiaoran, these fireworks are so beautiful."
Yang Beibei pulled Li Xiaoran's arm excitedly, jumped up and down with joy, and then stretched out her hand: "Cousin, Happy New Year, bring me the red envelope."
"How old are you?"
Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at Yang Beibei with flashing eyes, and said, "Besides, you have 20 billion, shouldn't you be giving us red envelopes?"
"Twenty billion?"
Li Xiaoran's family of three exclaimed when they heard so much money.
"Cousin, you didn't give these two billion to me."
Yang Beibei stuck out her tongue and continued: "It doesn't matter, you are older than me anyway, so I must give you a red envelope for a good start."
"Beibei, Happy New Year."
The next moment, Li Xiaoran put the red envelope he had prepared in Yang Beibei's hand.
"Sister Xiaoran is still nice to me."
Yang Beibei hugged Li Xiaoran's waist, kissed her on the face, and rushed into the room excitedly: "I'm going to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Cousin, can you get some more wine? I still want to drink."
"If you can't afford it anymore, you will have to send it away sooner or later!"
Yang Chen looked at Yang Beibei who entered the upper room with some pain, and grinned.
"Honey, how about... let's go to bed early?"
Yang Chen turned his head and looked at Li Xiaoran's red cheeks, with a burning look in his eyes, and lowered his voice.
"I...I also want to watch the Spring Festival Gala."
How could Li Xiaoran not know that the sleep Yang Chen mentioned was not a serious sleep? Her cheeks turned red, and she trotted into the upper room with a grunt.
"This is embarrassing."
Yang Chen looked embarrassed, so he could only turn around and go into the west wing, preparing to practice cross-legged luck for a while, so that he could break through the seventh layer of seal early.
"Buzz buzz!"
It was close to twelve o'clock in the evening, when Yang Chen was finishing a big week, the cell phone next to him rang.
"Beauty Su, Happy New Year."
After answering the phone, Yang Chen smiled.
"Yang...Brother Yang, you...can you come over here? I...I'm a little uncomfortable."
The next moment, Su Xueer's shortness of breath and weak voice came over the phone.
"What's going on?"
When Yang Chen heard this, he immediately jumped down from the fire bed and asked.
Li Xiaoran, who had just walked in and was about to sleep with Yang Chen, was also stunned. He made a mouth gesture and asked who was calling.
Yang Chen glanced at Li Xiaoran's caller ID and immediately asked: "Su Xue'er, speak!"
But on the other side of the phone, it was so silent that there was no sound.
Yang Chen quickly hung up the phone and called again, but no one answered.
"Is something going to happen to Miss Su?"
Li Xiaoran's eyes flashed with worry: "Why don't you go and see her quickly? She is celebrating the New Year at home alone. Don't let anything happen."
"I'll go take a look, you go to bed early."
Yang Chen didn't care to explain anything to Li Xiaoran, put on his down jacket and went out to drive, heading towards Ning County.
Yang Chen sent Su Xueer home before.
More than half an hour later, he drove into Xingfu Community and went straight to Su Xueer's door.
"Amelia Su!"
Yang Chen kept knocking on the door, but there was no movement inside.
"Bang!"
Yang Chen was a little anxious, raised his hand and knocked down the heavy security door with one palm, and quickly entered the room.
Su Xueer's home is not big, with three bedrooms and two living rooms.
"I'm going!"
As soon as he entered the master bedroom, Yang Chen saw Su Xueer who was unconscious on the ground wearing a low-cut nightgown made of pink ice silk. The phone was placed next to her.
Yang Chen quickly stepped forward and quickly picked up Su Xueer and placed her on the bed.
“So hot!”
Yang Chen touched Su Xueer's forehead, and a strong burning sensation came, making him instinctively retract his hand: "This temperature... is at least sixty degrees, how can you still be alive!"