At this moment, Nangong Jingyang could no longer sit still. He flashed out of the hall and came out of the door. At the same time, he scolded Nangong Qiyu, who was still angry on the other side:

"Qiyu, what are you doing? Why don't you withdraw?"

Seeing Nangong Jingyang appear, Nangong Qiyu quickly said aggrievedly: "Dad, this bald donkey hit me just now, and it's right at the door of your house. You have to make the decision for me!"

Seeing that he was still screaming there, Nangong Jingyang knew he was going to be killed, and shouted angrily: "Shut up! What are you bringing people to do? Can you rebel?! Don't you get back for me!"

Nangong Qiyu was stunned by his yelling.

"Dad? He hit me, and it was at the door of our Nangong family. You didn't help me but yelled at me?"

"Roaring at you? I still want to hit you! Why don't you get back to me quickly." Nangong Jingyang glared at him fiercely, then turned to Yan Zheng beside him and said:

"Master Yanzheng, my son's words are offended. Please pay more attention to his young age."

"Die bald donkey?" Yan Zheng reached out and touched his smooth head, with a little cold light bursting out in his eyes. "No one has ever dared to call me that in person. It seems that this little donor has not yet understood the depth of Buddhism. Today I have to teach him a good lesson."

Looking at the cold light in Yan Zheng's eyes, Nangong Jingyang said with a vigilant look: "Master Yan Zheng, what do you mean? Do you still want to do something at my house?!"

Yan Zheng sneered and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and there are Bodhisattvas with low eyebrows and angrily Vajra."

After speaking, Yan Zheng flashed his body and slapped Nangong Qiyu who was glaring at him with one hand.

"Yanzheng, do you dare?" Nangong Jingyang didn't expect that Yanzheng would really dare to take action. He shouted in anger, raised his hand and punched him in the back.

Unfortunately, although he is at the peak of Huajin's cultivation, there is still a very big gap compared to Yanzheng.

Yan Zheng easily avoided his attack as if his eyes were on the back of his head, and then slapped Nangong Qiyu in the chest with a palm.

"puff……"

Nangong Qiyu came and didn't know what was going on. He opened his mouth and squirted out blood. He felt that it was dark in front of him and the person fell into a coma again.

Looking at Nangong Qiyu who vomited blood, the anger in Nangong Jingyang's heart was completely ignited.

"Yan Zheng, if you dare to hurt my son, I think you are seeking death."

Amid the roar, Nangong Jingyang's iron fist mixed with the extremely powerful wind and hit Yanzheng frantically.

"Overbial overestimate one's ability." Yan Zheng looked at Nangong Jingyang who was surging, sneered, waved his hand and went straight to meet him.

boom--

With a loud bang, a powerful energy rages.

The people Nangong Qiyu brought before were shocked by this powerful and strong wind, and he quickly helped Nangong Qiyu up and retreated several meters away.

With the fists and palms facing each other, Nangong Jingyang was shocked and took several steps back.

But before he could stand firm, Yan Zheng launched a fierce attack.

I saw him stepping on his feet, and he came to Nangong Jingyang like lightning, raised his hand and slapped him hard.

This time there was no room for anything and he had murderous intentions.

At this moment, Nangong Jingyang was at a time when the center of gravity was unstable. Faced with this powerful palm, he had no choice but to choose to withstand it.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest and raised them up to Yan Zheng's palm.

"Ant."

Seeing that he was about to take it, Yan Zheng sneered disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, and the speed of his palm sinking was a little faster in an instant.

The huge palm instantly slapped Nangong Jingyang's arms with endless momentum.

Click...

A slight sound of bone cracks came out, and Nangong Jingyang felt that his arms seemed to be pressed into a mountain, making him feel extremely heavy.

Unable to bear the huge force on his legs, Nangong Jingyang bent his right leg and knelt down with a plop.

As his right knee knee knelt on the ground, the ground suddenly cracked, and a large amount of gravel splashed around his knees for the blooming force.

A fierce light flashed in Yan Zheng's eyes. When he lifted his legs and was about to kick Nangong Jingyang's chest, a thick voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"If you dare to kick, you will die."

Yan Zhenggang's raised legs instantly solidified in the air, and he didn't dare to move or continue kicking out.

Because at this time, a powerful aura that made him tremble locked him up.

It seems that if he really kicked this leg out, he would face an extremely terrifying attack.

For a moment, his cold sweat suddenly appeared.

Yan Zheng turned his head and looked at the source of the sound, and his pupils suddenly shrank rapidly several times.

I saw a burly old man walking slowly towards him with his hands on his back.

He walked slowly, but every step he stepped on, Yan Zheng felt like he was stepping on his heart, which made him feel suffocating.

powerful!

It's really too strong.

"drink!"

Yan Zheng couldn't stand this feeling, so he shouted loudly, then quickly retreated.

However, just as he had just left about ten meters away, the figure of the old man suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, an old face appeared in front of him, scaring him so much that he stopped on the spot and did not dare to make any moves.

When Nangong Jingyang saw the visitor, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and then he carefully shouted: "Dad, you are out!"

The old man glanced at him lightly and said, "Why don't you get up for me quickly?"

Nangong Jingyang stood up from the ground with a look of shame, lowered his head and said to the old man: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed."

The old man is nothing but Nangong Wushi, the pillar of the Nangong family.

Nangong Wushi looked at Nangong Jing coldly, and said with a sneer, "Now I know I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed?"

Hearing his father's scolding, Nangong Jingyang could only bow his head and say nothing, and dared not argue.

Nangong Wushi glared at him fiercely, then looked at Yan Zheng and asked lightly: "Monk? Are you from Shaolin?"

After a brief loss of consciousness, Yan Zheng seemed to have thought of something, his expression became much calmer, and he quickly folded his hands together, and greeted calmly:

"Senior, I guess you are the Nangong Wushi, the head of the Nangong family? Yan Zheng, the chief disciple of Shaolin Discipline Academy, has met the old senior."

Facing Nangong Wushi, Yan Zheng restrained his arrogance.

After all, the old man in front of him is a person who can be compared with his master, and he has no choice but to disrespect him.

As for what happened just now, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him at all, without mentioning it.

"Men?" Nangong Wushi glanced at him lightly, suddenly let out a cold snort, and said disdainfully, "I am not as young as you, so don't recognize relatives."

"You monk dares to make trouble in the territory of my Nangong family and dare to hurt my grandson. Who gave you such great courage? No matter how strong the Shaolin behind you is, I am afraid that you will have to think carefully about it in my Nangong family!"
Chapter completed!