Who would have thought that Ye Chen broke Lu Haotian’s arms while breaking all his meridians!
If you can easily break all the meridians of Lu Haotian and destroy all his cultivation level, this is simply the crushing gap between humans and ants.
At this moment, everyone in Wanlong Palace was in despair.
And the people around Ye Chen were all happy to cheer.
As for Su Chengfeng, who was wearing mourning clothes, his whole body had collapsed and his hands and feet were trembling involuntarily.
He really didn't expect that the Ye family would have such a powerful existence.
The Wanlong Palace that I rely on, and the Wanlong Palace that I think I can definitely crush Ye Chen is completely no match for Ye Chen!
He suddenly thought that his two granddaughters and eldest daughter-in-law came to help Ye Chen, and his heart skipped a beat: "Could it be...Could it be that Ye Chen is the top expert who has been secretly targeting him?
!”
Thinking of this, Su Chengfeng felt extremely desperate.
At this time, Ye Chen looked at Lu Haotian who had completely collapsed and asked with a smile: "What? Why did the dignified Tiger King in White admit defeat so quickly?"
In order to survive, Lu Haotian lost his demeanor. He knelt on the ground and begged with tears: "Mr. Ye, my arms are completely destroyed, and my meridians are broken. Now I am a complete
It’s a waste of man, please give me a mercy and save my life!"
Lu Haotian, who collapsed to the point of kneeling down and begged for mercy, made Wan Pojun's heart terrified and shocked the other soldiers of Wanlong Palace.
Although Lu Haotian was extremely angry, he still wanted to live in his bones. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope for life, he was unwilling to give up.
Because, he knew Ye Chen's strength, if he really wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as wiping his fingers.
Lu Haotian burst into tears, his arms twisted into a mess. He could only use the strength of his waist and back to bow and kowtow, and while kowtowing, he begged: "Mr. Ye...I was wrong...
....I shouldn't be rude to you... and I shouldn't provoke your majesty..."
"But...but...but I don't want to die...I really don't want to die..."
"Please, please be merciful to me for the sake of my devilish appearance..."
Ye Chen looked at him coldly, his voice suddenly increased a little, and he asked sternly: "You dared to be arrogant in front of my parents just now. I really think that if I knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy, I can spare your life?"
Lu Haotian burst into tears: "I know I'm wrong...I really know I'm wrong..."
Ye Chen slapped hard in the face and said coldly: "You know you are wrong now? When you rushed into the Ye family with a cigar in your mouth, weren't you very arrogant? Didn't you say you wanted to be the first to kill me?"
As he said that, Ye Chen's eyes sterned and he said coldly: "By the way, don't you like smoking cigars? Then I'll make you a cigar so that you can smoke enough!"
After saying that, Ye Chen looked at Hong Wu and blurted out: "Hong Wu! Go and get some yellow paper for visiting the grave! Get more!"
"Okay, Master Ye!" Hong Wu hurriedly took out a few bundles of yellow paper to burn in front of the grave from a large pile of ancestor worship materials prepared by the Ye family.
Ye Chen took a thick bundle and rolled it into a paper roll as thick as a mineral water bottle. Then he stuffed one of the ends tightly into Lu Haotian's mouth and said to Hong Wu: "Come on, Hong Wu!
Serve this white tiger king to smoke a big cigar that I, Ye Chen, personally made for him!”
Hong Wu smiled and immediately took out a lighter to light the other end of the paper roll. While lit it, he sneered: "Mr. Tiger King, you are so fucking lucky. I guess the whole world can draw the cigar made by Master Ye himself.
You are the only one."
As he said that, he saw that the paper roll was thicker, so he couldn't click it, so he slapped Lu Haotian in the face and cursed: "Damn, you're sucking! If you don't suck, why are you the hell?
Click?!"
Lu Haotian's mouth was filled with the scroll of paper, and he felt ashamed and angry, but he could only obediently suck it desperately.
But how could the smoke produced by the burning of yellow paper be compared with the mellow Cuban cigar? As soon as he sucked in the first mouthful, Lu Haotian was choked by the thick smoke and coughed, and tears and snot gushed out at the same time.
Ye Chen glared at him and sneered: "You were holding a cigar yesterday and spitting out clouds in front of me, why did you lose your lyrics??"
Lu Haotian couldn't help but tremble when he thought of his arrogant appearance yesterday.
Seeing his panic, Ye Chen continued, "Don't forget, you also killed one of my Ye family's guards with a cigar! Even if it's just one life for another, I'll kill you today!"
Speaking of this, Ye Chen paused slightly and continued, "Don't you want to survive? I'll finish smoking this big cigar first, and after smoking, I'll consider whether to spare your life, but if you can't finish smoking,
I’m so embarrassed, you must be the first one to die today!”
Hearing this, Lu Haotian felt desperate and wanted to survive as much as possible.
So he could only try his best to suck the thick roll of yellow paper, and his whole body was almost collapsed by the thick smoke.
However, he did not dare to neglect any of it, so he could only do his best to inhale a mouthful of thick smoke into his body.
The soldiers of Wanlong Palace at the scene were shocked. They all knew that Lu Haotian loved Cuban cigars, but who would have thought that Lu Haotian would end up today?
Lu Haotian tried his best and slapped hard for a long time. When he finally finished pulling out a roll of yellow paper, he was almost collapsed and died.
When it burned to the end, the yellow paper that was emitting fire directly burned a bunch of blisters around his lips and mouth.
Lu Haotian, who finally survived, looked at Ye Chen timidly and asked softly: "Mr. Ye...Mr. Ye...I have already finished all the scams. Can I spare my life?"
Ye Chen sneered: "Of course not! It is definitely not that simple for you to survive! Everything depends on my mood!"
Lu Haotian completely collapsed, so he turned his head and looked at Wan Pojun like a child with tears in his eyes, and even begged: "The Lord of the Palace... Save me... Save me, Lord of the Palace
....”
Wan Pojun's heart was also full of despair at this time.
I never dreamed that this would be the case when I went to Yeling Mountain today.
He looked at Lu Haotian's painful and desperate appearance, and then thought of Ye Chen's extremely powerful strength, and his heart was already dead.
He knew that he had no hope of taking revenge.
So he swallowed, his tone was respectful, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Ye Chen...please let him go! If you let him go, my Wanlong Palace will evacuate immediately. This life
In this life, I will no longer be against the Ye family!"
Ye Chen seemed to hear a huge joke and laughed: "Wan Pojun! Do you think my Ye family's ancestral tomb is a place where you can come whenever you want and go whenever you want?"
Wan Pojun gritted his teeth and asked him: "What do you want?"
Ye Chen sneered: "What I want is to treat the person with his own way!"
Wan Pojun asked nervously: "You...what do you mean?"
Ye Chen looked at the two coffins behind him and smiled: "Didn't you threaten to crush my parents' bones and ashes? Your parents' coffin is here, so thank you for your hard work and experience your good idea!"