Chapter 217 China Five Thousand

A wisp of white mist rose, and a cold light flashed in Xiang Yufeng's eyes. He smiled coldly and said, "Supervise closely. No matter what changes the other party has, you must report them immediately."

"Yes!" Yang Cheng took the order and bowed and retreated.

Xiang Yufeng looked at Yang Cheng's leaving figure and murmured: "It seems that I'm going to learn about the scrap iron myself."

Yang Cheng, an orphan, was led into the Tiandao Sect by Taoist Qingfeng at the age of four. He has been practicing martial arts in the Tiandao Sect for twenty-two years. Yang Cheng declared it to the Tiandao Sect for his powerful control of the true qi of flames. He is known as the "Twelve Peaks of Heavenly Dao" together with the other eleven powerful young generations of the Tiandao Sect. From this we can see the strength of Yang Cheng. Otherwise, he would not have been introduced by Taoist Qingfeng to the blood sect built by the Xiang Yufeng.

Yang Cheng, who had left Hailan Academy, had a deep smile on his lips. His steps were getting faster and faster, and he became more and more urgent until he left Beijing's urban area, Yang Chengcai stopped.

Yang Cheng slowly turned around, looked at the empty Siye and smiled, "Since my friend is here, why don't you dare to show up?"

As soon as Yang Cheng's words fell, a figure of Huai Wu slowly entered Yang Cheng's sight from a distance.

"What is your relationship with that boy named Xiang Yufeng?"

This face, which obviously had a unique French face, made Yang Cheng laugh: "Didn't you start investigating as soon as you arrived?"

The Frenchman shook his head: "It's not possible to find out, so he checked all the people he had come into contact with."

Yang Cheng shook his arms, and a trace of flame surged out of his palm and extended to his entire upper arm. Yang Cheng had a smile on his face, but there were cold lights in his eyes: "Young Master has an order, anyone who knows that my blood sect exists, kill Wuhe!"

With Yang Cheng's roar, Yang Cheng's palms showed brilliant flames and attacked the French. But when his flame-burning palm was about to touch the French, the French's body moved, blew like a storm.

Faced with the Frenchman's sudden speed, Yang Cheng secretly shouted "Okay", and his body quickly turned, turning his palm into a fist, and blasted at the Frenchman.

Feeling the powerful burning power at such a distance, the Frenchman's expression no longer had the calmness he had just been, and there was only shock and disbelief. In his opinion, it symbolized that the elite among the strongest national forces in France should be difficult to find opponents except for the headquarters. However, Yang Cheng's appearance broke the myth of being the strongest French force, which challenged the pride and dignity of being a French steel warrior. The French roared, and his body as hard as steel was so strong that it exuded strong power. A heavy metal friction sounded in Yang Cheng's ears.

Yang Cheng looked at the Frenchman, smiled and shouted: "Let you see the depth of my Chinese power, the Flame Fist - Storm!" Yang Cheng's arms swung quickly, and the burning brilliant flames intertwined and stirred each other under Yang Cheng's waving, forming a huge fireball. At the moment when the French felt the bright flames, a mountain-like force pressed heavily on his chest. The Frenchman's steel and hard body fell rapidly to the ground under Yang Cheng's heavy blow. With a roar, there was a human-shaped hole about five meters deep on the ground.

"Chew!"

As one of France's strongest troops, Yi Zhi of this French steel soldier is tenacious, but he is still a human body after all. The Frenchman crawled out of the cave stared at Yang Cheng with his eyes tightly. With a muffled groan, a trace of bright red liquid spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

"It tastes pretty good, right?" Yang Cheng smiled slightly and looked at the Frenchman wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth.

The Frenchman's eyes were like swords, and he did not answer Yang Cheng's question. His body quickly soared into the air the next moment. A pair of steel fists, with the friction between steel and iron, blasted towards Yang Cheng with the pride of the strongest French warrior.

Yang Cheng sneered, looking at the approaching fists, and when the fists rubbed against the sound of steel came in front of him, he opened his eyes suddenly. The palms that had already accumulated strength rushed towards the Frenchman's chest with the surging flames.

The Frenchman's body was frozen in the air, and drops of red liquid dripped from the corners of the Frenchman's mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion, but the sound of shattering from his chest forced him to face everything that was real.

Yang Cheng looked at the gray eyes of the Frenchman. At this moment, he even felt a little sympathetic to these white mice that were made into experiments and research materials. The Frenchman's body fell to the ground under his heavy punch.

"Die at the 12th Peak of Daozong, the hand of the Flame Peak, you are not wronged." Yang Cheng stared at the eyes that were no longer alive and turned around and left. What Yang Cheng absolutely did not expect was that when he left, the heart of the Frenchman who was smashed by his flame fist was moving violently at this moment, and the blood and body were quickly reconnecting together.

Sea Blue Academy.

"Yucheng, aren't you kidding me?" Xiang Yufeng's hesitant look made Zhang Yucheng smile slightly. Zhang Yucheng continued, "How could I joke with you about such things? It's also my fault for being quick-talking. I told you about being abused by you and your car in the club. I was so annoyed by other members in the club that I could hardly bear it. Then I came to you Yufeng." Speaking of this, Zhang Yucheng looked around and lowered his voice, "The most important thing is that I also want to be the one who can be regarded as a brother by Yufeng."

Xiang Yufeng was stunned. He looked at Zhang Yucheng's serious face, smiled, patted Zhang Yucheng's shoulder and said, "Since Yucheng has said everything, can I not give you this face? I will also see your club, as for the others, I will talk about it later."

Zhang Yucheng looked happy: "Haha, that's great. I'll come to you after school." Zhang Yufeng said this, his face suddenly became serious. He looked at Xiang Yufeng and said, "I understand that it is not that easy to be recognized by Yufeng, but I will work hard."

Xiang Yufeng chuckled, glanced at Zhang Yucheng's back, and walked into the class. What greeted him was naturally the little girl monitor full of tenderness and warmth.

Xiang Yufeng waved to Shen Ni. Shen Ni immediately came to Xiang Yufeng's side, and was obediently embraced by Xiang Yufeng to sit in his position. After whispering a word to Beiting, who was rolling his eyes, he let Xiang Yufeng's nose reach her tender and fragrant neck and sucked hard.
Chapter completed!