Mr. Yun slowly pressed his palm towards Chen Zifei's chest. Although the speed was not fast, it was like misty clouds, constantly changing directions. As long as Chen Zifei made the slightest movement, it would mark Chen Zifei's body quickly, almost without any means of avoiding it.
Can be avoided.
A faint sense of oppression enveloped Chen Zifei. He was actually locked by this palm. Chen Zifei was very surprised. The palm was light and fluttering, but it trembled rapidly in a small area. Chen Zifei could feel the internal force from that palm.
Fluctuations, but it is impossible to predict where the attack of this palm will land.
What a magical palm technique, Chen Zifei marveled in his heart. Although he has strong internal strength, his usage is very rough. Even the Beidou Shen Fist he developed himself is just an imitation of the killer Beidou Fist.
He didn't feel anything before. He was very confident in his internal strength. He didn't even care about his fighting skills when he was a mercenary. He believed that one strength can reduce ten skills. No matter how superb his martial arts is, he can't stand up to the powerful internal strength.
will be crushed directly.
But when he saw Mr. Yun's palm technique, he suddenly realized the importance of this martial arts, and that there was such a palm technique, which made him feel inevitable.
Chen Zifei's eyes were fixed on Mr. Yun's palms, ready to dodge at any time. Seeing the palms getting closer and closer, at this moment, Chen Zifei suddenly wanted to jump to the right, but before he landed, Mr. Yun
His palms have appeared in front of his chest, as if he took the initiative to bump into Mr. Yun's palms.
With a smile on his face, Mr. Yun suddenly accelerated his palm and pressed it heavily on Chen Zifei's chest, causing his inner energy to spurt out instantly.
Wu Yifei waved his fist, jumped up, and said with a big smile: "Okay, boy, let's see if you survive this time. You can avoid Mr. Yun's cloud hand. Go to hell. Doesn't it feel heartbreaking?"
Ah, hahaha, no doubt, that is not an illusion, your heart has been shattered by Mr. Yun."
Wu Yifei laughed crazily, and Qian Wanjun and Du Yiming also looked excited, waiting to see Chen Zifei die in pain.
"Chen Zifei..." Su Bingchen shouted excitedly, her voice trembling, and her heart was completely desperate.
How could this happen? Why? It was him who killed Chen Zifei. If he had not come to the capital or attended any cocktail party, such a thing would not have happened. Chen Zifei was still a good young master of the Chen family and would never have caused such a problem.
Wu Yifei would not die. It was all his own fault. At this time, Su Bingchen's heart was in knots and she was filled with regret.
Du Yiming frowned and whispered: "Master Wu, after all, this kid knows Mr. Sun. If we kill this kid, will Mr. Sun cause trouble for us?"
Wu Yifei waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, even if this guy knows Sun Dasheng, he won't be very familiar with him. He is also a foreigner, so he doesn't necessarily know Sun Dasheng. We have already given him in the hotel.
Sun Dasheng has lost his face. He can’t possibly break up with us because of such a person. At worst, I will get some compensation when the time comes and Sun Dasheng can live with his face.”
Wu Yifei was just feeling proud when he saw Du Yiming's eyes widened and he could fit an egg in front of his finger and open his mouth.
Seeing Mr. Yun suddenly getting an electric shock, he stepped back and stepped straight into the bonfire. Wu Yifei and the others had poured gasoline on the bonfire. Mr. Yun was instantly ignited and ran screaming on the second floor.
Wu Yifei and the bodyguards were so frightened that they fled in panic, fearing that they would be knocked down by Mr. Yun. Soon, a smell of meat filled the air on the second floor, and Su Bingchen vomited uncontrollably.
"Mr. Yun, Mr. Yun..." Wu Yifei screamed in panic, but the only answer was a roar of pain.
Finally, Mr. Yun panicked and fell down from the second floor. There was a dull bang and everyone hurried to the window. There was only a flame burning downstairs with black smoke. Mr. Yun was motionless.
.
Chen Zifei smiled bitterly. He really didn't want to kill him, or he didn't have time to do it in a hurry. He couldn't avoid Mr. Yun's Qianyun hand just now, so he could only use his internal strength to circulate throughout his body. The moment he was hit, he used his internal strength to resist Mr. Yun's hand.
Internal force.
As soon as Mr. Yun succeeded in the blow, before he could be happy, he found that the internal force from his palm was like a mud cow entering the sea, and instantly disappeared. He quickly redirected the internal force and continued to pour it into his palm. The two soon entered a stalemate.
However, Chen Zifei's internal strength far exceeded Mr. Yun's in terms of quality and quantity. Mr. Yun was injured by the backlash, exhausted, and threw himself into the bonfire again, and finally fell downstairs in pain...
Chen Zifei looked at all this in a daze. What a coincidence. Not only him, but Wu Yifei and Qian Wanjun also stared, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
Wu Yifei felt that his head was swollen and his blood pressure was rising. Mr. Yun was dead. Mr. Yun died just like that. When his family asked him, what did he say? Mr. Yun stepped into the bonfire, ran around and fell downstairs to his death.
? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed that the worshiper of my family had died so mysteriously?
Chen Zifei walked up to Su Bingchen, touched her head gently, and killed her with a slap on the head. Su Bingchen, a beauty like this iceberg, would be furious if she was killed by a slap on the head, but this time she didn't react at all and just stared blankly.
Chen Zifei was unable to speak for a long time. It was her perseverance that kept her from crying.
Chen Zifei looked at Wu Yifei and sneered: "Master Wu, if you have any other offerings, call them out immediately. If not, you will be the next to die."
Wu Yifei trembled, his eyes full of fear, and shouted: "Kill him, kill him for me."
He still doesn't understand why this kid had nothing to do with Mr. Yun's Qianyun hand, but now he has no time to think about it.
Hula la, these bodyguards instantly surrounded Chen Zifei and Su Bingchen, and rushed towards Chen Zifei.
Su Bingchen gritted her teeth and stared at the men rushing towards her in horror. The only thing she could do without screaming was the only thing she could do while gritting her teeth.
Chen Zifei protected Su Bingchen behind him and waved his hands quickly. Anyone who attacked him would be slapped down in an instant. Everyone was vomiting blood and looking for teeth on the ground. As soon as they met, one-third of the people would be lying on the ground.
He wailed, and a lot of white or yellow teeth fell out on the ground, including a few gold teeth. It was impossible to tell which tooth belonged to whose.
The remaining bodyguards took a breath and backed away in fear. This was a monster. Those bodyguards lying on the ground were no weaker than themselves. In front of this kid, they were worse than a dog. Many people subconsciously thought
He touched his face and looked at the people on the ground, his face hurt.
"Hurry up and kill him, come on."
Wu Yifei kept retreating, his voice was trembling, but no one paid him any attention.
Su Bingchen looked at Chen Zifei with little stars in her eyes. He was too strong and handsome. He was a real man. Unknowingly, her face turned red and she became nymphomaniac. This was for someone who was familiar with iceberg beauties.
For people, it is completely unimaginable.
"Don't come over, don't come over." Wu Yifei shouted in horror.
Qian Wanjun and Du Yiming also turned pale and screamed.