Chapter 87 (1/2)

After hearing Ye Chen's cold rolling words, song Ziyou's original iron green face became more ugly. Ya, in the whole of China, who can't be polite and give way to him? Who dares to give him a face? If you dare to compete with him, it is equal to competing with Huaxia. Who dares to compete with Huaxia? Unless it's a long life.

But today, he was so immortal that he just slapped Ye Chen in the face and didn't dare to get angry with him, which made him very oppressed and angry.

It's not good to get angry with Ye Chen, so he stared at the old eyes and said in a very gloomy tone: ”xuanyuanling, don't be too arrogant! Don't forget, this is Huaxia, if you...”

Snap~

Boom~

Song Ziyou was suddenly slapped in the face. His powerful force made him fly directly to the top, and hit the car they came. He even rowed a few meters away with people and cars.

”If you're wordy again, I'll slap you to death!” Ye Chen's words are like those from Jiuyou hell. They are cold and heartless without any feelings. People feel deep fear from the depths of their hearts... Just like the bell of death, people can't help trembling

The old face of Nangong Feilong was full of shock and fear. Who did he just say that to? That's the chief of Huaxia No. 1! Not only said, but also really slapped others. This is the rhythm to fight against China!

The dignified chief of Huaxia No. 1 speaks to him in a deliberative tone. He has to give face anyway, doesn't he? But this guy is good. He slaps people directly and is so cruel... What chance has he got in the past eight years to give him such a powerful power?

This is not only his own question, but also everyone's question. Who can imagine that eight years ago, a person who could not practice changed into an existence that could not be surpassed and made people tremble. But no one told them the answer to this question.

Ye Chen, who stood there and looked at all this coldly, didn't feel any guilty about playing song Ziyou. The strong had the right to speak, while the weak didn't!

Then, holding Nangong Qingcheng, he left. Seeing that ye Chen didn't bird him, Nangong Feilong was relieved, because ye Chen's cold meaning was too cold, which made him unable to breathe. When he calmed down, he hurried to song Ziyou

...

An hour later.

On the main hall of Kunlun holy land, more than ten people sit on both sides of the main hall. These people are wearing robes of different colors. Looking at their momentum, we can let people know that their status in Kunlun holy land is not low.

On the main seat in the hall, there is an old man with bandages and very weak breath. This man is no one else. It is yuan Kun, who was roasted by Ye Chen. After treatment, he can't be used anymore

”Old lord! Now that the Lord is dead, let his own disciples kneel... That man has greatly damaged our Kunlun reputation. If we don't save face, won't anyone be able to step on our Kunlun face in the future?” the speaker was Yuanshan, the elder of Kunlun holy region.

”Redeem? What can you redeem? Your holy Lord died in his hands, and the old Holy Lord almost fell in his hands. It's up to us to die!” Yunyao said. She has seen Ye Chen's power with her own eyes. I'm afraid even if there are a few more strong distractors, they will be planted in his hands, not to mention them.

If ye Chen didn't mean to let them leave, whether they could sit here intact now is a problem.

”No matter how powerful he is, he is always alone!” at this time, Yuan Kun said gloomily: ”in eight years, if there is no great opportunity, how can a person reach such a powerful level?”

”What does the old lord mean?”

”He must have some kind of treasure or powerful cultivation method! That's why he reached such a powerful state in just eight years!”