The people watching the fun around me laughed at first, thinking that this kid was ridiculous and ridiculous. Thinking about his usual arrogant and domineering attitude, I felt extremely happy.

But looking at Zhang Zeyang's current miserable situation, the smile on his face disappeared, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that this kid was really too miserable. To be taught a lesson, it would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.

No matter how outsiders judged it, Zhang Zeyang was still trying hard to stand up. This time he carefully supported his hands on the ground.

With his left foot on the ground, he slowly stood up, his face full of blood showed a look of hope, and he slowly arched up and stood up step by step.

The servant next to him quickly smiled and said, "Young Master, you succeeded!"

Zhang Zeyang laughed happily and said, "Hahaha, I'm here to play with me, grass, I know who made the move. I'm going to make him die. I don't know who has the final say in Mohe City now..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zeyang flew to the ground. This time, the power was so strong and the sound was so loud that everyone in the restaurant could hear it clearly.

Everyone's hearts were filled with a knot. Many people couldn't stand it. They closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at it. This kid was so miserable!

The whole family is dead?

Xiao Chen sneered in his heart. He hadn't come back for four years, and this group of people really forgot the lesson he taught.

Walking back to his wine table, he put down his wine pot, threw down a ingot of gold, and jumped directly out of the window.

The warriors present had the highest cultivation level, but the peak martial artist. Xiao Chen's half-step martial arts emperor's cultivation level could not be noticed at all.

This is the gap between heaven and earth.

Two hours later, in the restaurant lobby, the servant sat next to Zhang Zeyang and advised him: "Second Young Master, get up, everyone in the restaurant has been exposed."

Zhang Zeyang buried his head on the ground, tears of pain flowing, and he angrily shouted: "Get out, your pussy knows what, do you still want to see the second master make a fool of himself? I won't get up any longer after being beaten to death. My face hurts very much, do you know?"

In a remote street in Mohe City, Xiao Chen followed the route he remembered and walked slowly towards Mofan's blacksmith shop.

Mo Fan's blacksmith shop is still simple, just like four years ago. There is a weather-beaten sign at the door, which looks like it will fall off at any time.

The store door was covered with a faint veil, and Xiao Chen stood for a long time. Thinking of the past scenes, looking at the moon shadow knife in his hand, he felt a lot.

Four years ago, he created the Moon Shadow Knife here, talked to a man from a thousand years ago, and made a promise not to let her cry.

At that time, he didn't know the identity of the man, and he didn't know how amazing and beautiful he was.

After thoroughly understanding, I felt how heavy the promise was. A promise was equivalent to taking over the sword of Thunder Emperor.

She is Ao Jiao, she is the proud sword spirit. With the strength of the Thunder Emperor, she cannot guarantee her death. Can Xiao Chen do it?

Xiao Chen looked heavy and sighed softly: "Even the Thunder Emperor can't guarantee, can I do the fall of Sangmujian?"

"Is this no confidence? The waste owner."

He was shocked in his heart, and Xiao Chen said happily: "Are you awake?"

I remember Ao Jiao said that if she wakes up again, she will be completely integrated with the sword spirit.

The corners of Ao Jiao's mouth were slightly raised in the Yueying Knife and she laughed softly: "When you were intimate with Liu Ruyue, I woke up and watched the game for a long time."

Xiao Chen said silently: "Do I still want to thank you? I didn't make any noise to disturb me?"

Ao Jiao laughed and said, "No need to thank you. I have always been generous. Don't stand there, go in!"

Xiao Chen felt helpless, but he had no choice but to push the door and enter.

"The shop has closed and I won't do business today!"

The small shop was covered with dust. Mo Fan lamely retreated, with his back facing Xiao Chen and was sorting out some weapons on the shelves.

Xiao Chen chuckled softly and said, "Don't I do not do my business?"

Mo Fan's hand was moved as a pause, and turned around and saw a young man wearing a white sword with a smile on his lips and his eyes were calm.

"Xiao Chen!" Mo Fan said in surprise after a long time.

Xiao Chen's appearance has undergone a great change compared to four years ago, especially his temperament, which has changed drastically.

At first glance, ordinary people cannot connect him with the second young master of the Xiao family four years ago. When many people fail to recognize him when they enter Mohe City, they are the best evidence.

Mo Fan said with emotion: "It's really you. Your changes are really extraordinary. If it weren't for this Yueying Knife, I wouldn't recognize you."

Xiao Chen looked around at the environment in the store, and there were piles of weapons everywhere, sighing: "It's been four years, but there has been no change in your small shop."

Mo Fan smiled and said, "What can change in my small shop? Let's talk inside, let's drink and chat."

"Wait a moment!"

Mo Fan said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Chen didn't speak, and stretched out his hand and a long sword flew out from a pile of weapons. The sword was four feet three long, two fingers wide, as light as wings, but it danced in the air without any sound.

Hearing the sword to communicate with the spirit!

Xiao Chen shouted lightly, and the thin sword suddenly trembled constantly, and a crisp sound of swords sounded.

Buzzing!

In an instant, all the long swords in the entire store buzzed in unison, and the endless sounds of swords were connected together, and the house seemed to tremble.

"Okay, we can go in."

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and stopped. All the sounds of swords stopped in an instant and returned to peace.

Mo Fan was a little surprised, wondering why Xiao Chen suddenly showed this move.

Yoo Jiao clenched her fist in the Yueying Knife and said angrily: "The little guy really holds a grudge. He hasn't forgotten a word for four years."

In Mohe City, in the restaurant where Zhang Zeyang and Xiao Ling'er had a conflict, Zhang Yan, the Zhang family leader, came over with the elites from the family.

There were cracks on the ground, Zhang Zeyang, who was crawling on the ground and refused to get up, and five big men who fell to the ground.

Zhang Yan's face at the door looked extremely gloomy, and he called the servant over and asked in a deep voice: "The incident happened, tell me everything."

Five great martial artists actually died, and one great martial artist was the elite combat power of Mohe City. Five were killed in an instant. Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel bad.

The servant told the story tremblingly. Seeing Zhang Yan going to pull Zhang Zeyang up, he said nervously: "Master, don't go over and talk to him. The young master is in a little bit of an issue now."

Zhang Yan glanced at him and didn't care. He thought to himself that I was him, and there was something wrong with calling him up.

"Get out, second pussy, didn't you hear me talking? My face hurts so much. I don't want to get up. Now no one is calling me, I won't get up." Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhang Zeyang lying while lying, immediately shouted loudly.

Zhang Yan's face changed and he kicked him directly. Zhang Zeyang immediately thumped and was kicked away.

After seeing that the person coming was Zhang Yan, Zhang Zeyang on the ground quickly got up, but when he was halfway through, he felt as if he was thinking of something terrible in his mind, so he quickly lay down again.

"Dad, I really can't get up now. Don't worry about me. Let me lie here for the night first. I feel uncomfortable if I don't lie here now." Zhang Zeyang said with a sad face on the ground.

Zhang Yan angrily scolded: "Put the waste, bring him back for me, and carry the bodies of these five people back for inspection for the messenger."

"No, I'm here."

In the hall, at some point, an old black-clad warrior fell down from the roof.

There are many ancient patterns embroidered on the black robe, making the whole person look solemn and mysterious.

When Zhang Yan saw this person, he quickly said respectfully: "Gourmet to the Envoy."

The black-clothed messenger man ignored Zhang Yan's attitude and directly began to inspect the bodies of the five people. He opened one of them and found that there was a blood hole in the middle of the man's eyebrows, which was the cause of his fatal death.

He opened his hand and sucked, and the man's head began to sway left and right, as if something was stuck inside.

call out!

A tiny fragment flew out of the blood hole, and with a click, the moment the fragment flew out.

The surging power dispersed, and the corpse's head shattered in a bang, and it was directly ground into powder.

The Zhang family warriors around him, including Zhang Yan, were all shocked and had a pale face. The power that had been left for a long time was so powerful. How strong is the person who took action?

The masked man looked at the fragments in his hand and said in surprise: "This is a fragment of a medium-grade spirit stone. The person who took action is really generous."

Zhang Yan asked carefully: "Sir, how is this person's strength?"

The man in black said lightly: "On the middle-grade King Wu, please don't worry about this matter. I'll call all the staff in the store. That person must have been here. You can tell if you ask carefully."

The middle-grade Martial King, Zhang Yan's heart tightened. The head of the Xiao family was only as strong as the lower-grade Martial King. If this person has the strength of the middle-grade Martial King, wouldn't it be easy to kill him?

Fortunately, the envoy spoke, so the middle-grade Martial King was not a problem.

In the backyard of the blacksmith shop, Mo Fan took a sip of wine. After hearing Xiao Chen’s question, he sighed and said, “I have always kept it in my mind that you wrote me a letter to help take care of the Xiao family, but this time I really can’t help you.”

Xiao Chen felt a little moved, and there was indeed something else. In the morning, he got news from the waiter that the head of the Xiao family and the elder were suddenly seriously injured.

He had already thought that there must be some hidden information in this, so he did not rush to meet Xiao Ling'er and planned to hide his identity first.

Four years ago, Xiao Xiong had the strength of a peak martial master. Now, four years have passed, with Xiao Xiong's strength, he must have the cultivation level of the Martial King. The person who can seriously injure him must be a high-level Martial King.

If the Zhang family spends some accumulation and invites the lower-grade Martial King, there is still a possibility, but if they want to invite a higher-level Martial King, then they will not be able to afford the financial resources.

If he could afford it, Mohe City would have been unified by his Zhang family long ago, and there would be no need to wait for a ten-year agreement.

Mo Fan continued: "Two years ago, a sect called Tiansheng Sect came to Qizi County. It is very powerful. Your father was injured by the envoys in their sect. The Zhang family is also a puppet supported by Tiansheng Sect."
Chapter completed!