When he was about to leave the Neizhuang, Zhuang Yi suddenly thought, "I haven't been home for a long time, so why not go back and take a look."

The home he refers to is naturally the home he had in Neizhuang before. After he came to this world, he spent most of his time there. He naturally had a lot of feelings for it.

It has been a whole month since I moved out of the inner village. During this period, I have been practicing hard and never come back to see it. Now I just passed by nearby areas and felt reminiscent.

The way home was very familiar. The house that I lived in for five or six years was already in sight.

“Huh?”

When he was nearly a hundred meters away from home, Zhuang Yi's eyes narrowed.

I saw that the door of the house was wide open, and a group of seven or eight small workers were carrying a large table and walking into the door.

Anger flashed in his eyes, Zhuang Yi couldn't help but speed up a few steps and shouted to them, "What are you doing?"

As soon as he drank, several young workers stopped at the door and looked at the angry Zhuang Yi, each of them was at a loss.

Zhuang Yi knew that these small workers were hired from Shuangpu Town and were not from the banker. They must have been unaware of it, so they did not take their anger on them. They asked patiently, "Who asked you to move the table to this house?"

Several young workers looked at me and I looked at you, and finally put the table in. One of them ran into the room. After a while, he pulled an older man out.

Zhuang Yi browed, and a group of strangers were coming and going in and out of his house, which made him extremely unhappy.

"This young master, young Zhang De, wait for your order." The older man respectfully bowed. This is the inner bank of the dealer. The people who can appear here are important figures of the dealer, even if the person in front of him is just a young man.

"What's going on?" Zhuang Yi pointed to the table standing in front of the door and asked coldly.

"Young Master, this is Mr. Zhuang Jien, who bought it in our store, so let the young people bring it over." Zhang Deha replied with his waist down.

"Zhuo Zhiben, it's him."

A trace of cold light flashed in Zhuang Yi's eyes. Zhang De, who was observing his words and expressions, felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but feel an unknown premonition.

"Have he told you whose home is this?" Zhuang Yi asked lightly.

Zhang De cried in his heart. He had already seen that this young master and the great master Zhuang Jieben had a little incompatible meaning. The two gods fought and were stuck in the middle, which was not easy to be a human being. He just smiled bitterly, "He didn't say it."

"Um."

Zhuang Yi stopped talking, waved his hand and said, "You go."

"But..." Zhang De's smile on his face became even more bitter.

Zhuang Yi ignored him and walked towards the next house, leaving behind a group of at a loss and Zhang De, who was also at a loss.

"Zhang Tou, what should I do?" a small worker asked.

"What should I do? Gods fight and mortals suffer. We are still far away." Zhang De shook his head, and after saying that, he led his subordinates to leave quickly.

Zhuang Yi walked to the next house and knocked on the door. After a while, the door creaked and opened.

"Who?" A tall and rough-looking man walked out and frowned when he saw Zhuang Yi outside the door.

"Uncle, lend your axe to use." Zhuang Yi said politely.

"It's a small intention." The rough man seemed to remember the person in front of him at this time, looked him up and threw a sentence, "Wait." Then he returned to the house.

Zhuang Yisu knows his character and does not think it is offensive.

This person's name is Zhuang Liqi, the captain of the Zhuangjia logging team. Although he is a neighbor with Zhuang Yi, he has a very shallow relationship and nods.

After a while, Zhuang Liqi came out with a big axe and handed it to Zhuang Yi, "Just use it up in a while, just put it at the door."

I took it with ease, weighed it in my hand, and my face was quite satisfied.

Seeing him taking the axe so easily, Zhuang Liqi's eyes flashed with a strange color.

The axes of the logging team are all specially made, specially used to cut red sand wood as hard as gold and iron. Although he specially picked the smallest one, it weighed thirty or forty kilograms. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yiren was small and had a lot of strength.

Holding the axe, Zhuang Yi returned to her doorstep expressionlessly. She raised the axe high, aimed it at the newly sold Eight Immortals table, and slashed it hard.

With a "Ka" sound, under the extremely sharp blade, a large hole was cut into the middle like a piece of paper.

"Good axe."

Zhuang Yi praised in his heart.

He raised his axe, cut the melons and vegetables, and split the entire table into firewood in a few seconds.

As I walked into the house, I saw that there were all kinds of furniture, tables, coffee tables, chairs, benches, beds, dressing tables, etc. in the yard.

Zhuang Yi snorted coldly, "Zhuang Jieben, do you really regard this place as your new home?"

Walked over, raised the axe, and broke a chair into two pieces.

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside.

"stop!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded at the door. It turned out to be Zhuang Jieben. He met those little workers on the road. After getting the news, he rushed over. When he saw it, his eyes were so bitter that he could not help but burst.

At the door, there were wooden blocks scattered all over the floor, and the red paint on the surface was still fresh. It was the larger Eight Immortals table he customized.

This table cost him thirty taels of silver, made of good hardwood and the best master. It was just painted yesterday and it disappeared.

Looking in the yard again, Zhuang Yi held a dazzlingly large axe and chopped it down hard, cutting off a coffee table in half.

The sound of "Ka" almost broke his heart, "Zhuang Yi, you dare!"

Zhuang Jieben, who was extremely distressed, went crazy and rushed towards Zhuang Yi.

"Swoosh".

The instinct of the warrior made Zhuang Jie feel a sudden blow. He felt a chill on his forehead, and then a stinging sensation came from his forehead. He subconsciously touched it with his hands, and a warm and viscous liquid was placed in front of him and saw it bright red.

Zhuang Jieben's body was cold. As long as he stopped a little slower just now, his whole head would be cut off like that coffee table.

Zhuang Jieben, who had been walking around in front of the Gate of Hell, looked pale, frightened and angry, and his lips were trembling, "You...you..."

Zhuang Yiping held up the axe and said coldly, "Just now, it was just a warning. If you dare to step a half step, next time, it will be as simple as a few drops of blood."

A burst of anger surged in his heart, Zhuang Jie Ben was so angry that he trembled all over. Not only did he almost be killed, but he also had the deep disdain in Zhuang Yi's eyes.

"Rareless, you little bastard."

Zhuang Jieben roared wildly, and his true energy was activated in his whole body, and his palms instantly turned red. He was like a sea of ​​ups and downs, heading towards Zhuang Yiyin.

"Red Fire Palm"

He threw all the rules and punishments behind him at this moment. He was burned with anger and was only trying to kill the bastard in front of him.

A cold murderous intent flashed in Zhuang Yi's eyes. He held the wooden handle of the axe with both hands and retreated with his right foot. The two mysterious crystals hidden in his body instantly turned into true energy and poured into the sea of ​​qi. The true energy instantly doubled.

Zhuang Yi's true energy reached the level of a martial artist at this moment. He held up the giant axe and slashed down with an indomitable murderous intent.

The most powerful move of the long fist - "Aura swallows thousands of miles", was integrated into the axe move by him at this moment.

"Hmph, look at my red fire palm that is becoming more powerful, turning the axe into iron."

The sharp blade slashed straight, but Zhuang Jie Ben did not dodge or avoid it. His shiny red palms faced the axe.

A flash of blood.

"ah--"

A shrill scream resounded through the sky.

:I was wrong. Some time ago, I felt depressed because of some things, and brought this emotion into the novel, which caused me to be so depressed. Here, I would like to say sorry to all readers.

Starting today, I will definitely correct it. Zhuang Jieben is the beginning of the outbreak of Zhuang Yi.

I hope everyone will give me an opportunity to reform myself.
Chapter completed!