Hearing the young man's words, Jian Chen's originally bad mood became even worse, and a violent mood rose in his heart. In an instant, Jian Chen's originally scattered and indifferent eyes became sharp, like a The unsheathed sharp sword stared fiercely at the young man, and said in a low voice, "Go away, what qualifications do you have for me to lead you." Jian Chen's tone contained a strong murderous aura.
As soon as Jian Chen finished speaking, the expressions of the six middle-aged men around the young man changed slightly, and their stern gazes immediately stared at them.
Being watched by Jian Chen's sharp eyes like a sharp sword, the young man couldn't help but tremble, a timidity quietly appeared in his heart, and his footsteps took a step back. But then, the young man realized his gaffe, and a surge of anger rose from his heart, and he quickly extinguished the timidity in his heart. Thinking of his noble identity, he was actually taken by a servant who was not nearly his age. Bing was intimidated, and it was an absolute shame for him that could not be washed away.
The young man stared at Jian Chen with anger on his face, took a step forward abruptly, pointed at Jian Chen, and shouted sharply: "Stinky boy, what are you telling this young master, you are trying to tell this young master again."
Jian Chen's sharp eyes glanced at the six middle-aged men around the young man, and he could see their strength at a glance. With his powerful god, he could feel the breath just based on the breath of the six people. The exact strength, one high-level saint teacher, two low-level saint teachers, and three high-level great saints. This kind of strength is much stronger than that of the Flame Mercenary Group.
"Go away!" Jian Chen coldly said again, even though he had already deduced from the lineup of young people and the tone of his speech that he was definitely a disciple of a big family, but at this moment Jian Chen was alone, and there was no doubt about it. No worries, no fear of any forces at all, at most it is just a little more trouble.
Although it is not very comfortable to be in trouble, it is impossible for Jian Chen to apologize to a playful disciple in a low-key manner.
The young man's face became very gloomy. He stared at Jian Chen coldly, and ordered to the six people around him, "Get him to me."
"Yes, young master." One person said immediately, and then walked out of the team, strode forward to Jian Chen, and grabbed Jian Chen's shoulder with his bare hands. This middle-aged man has the strength of a high-level great saint, which is the result of his cultivation for more than 30 years. In his opinion, Jian Chen is so young, his strength will definitely not be too strong, and he can achieve the advanced level. The strength of the saints are all first-class geniuses. With the strength of his high-level great saints, it is not as simple to capture them.
The cold light in Jian Chen's eyes flashed away, he turned to one side slightly, effortlessly avoided the palm of the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "You are not qualified to fight with me." Jian Chen's tone was full of Disdain. In normal times, Jian Chen would definitely not say such words, but what happened to the Raging Flames Mercenary Group had a great impact on his mood. He had no longer had the usual elegance, and the arrogant attitude of the young man was even more serious. It made Jian Chen's bad mood become a little bit irritable, and deep down he had the urge to kill.
Hearing Jian Chen's humiliating words, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned ugly. Thinking of the strength of his high-level great saint, facing a hairy boy in his early twenties, not only was he unable to eat Instead, he was mercilessly humiliated by the other party, which made him lose face, especially when there were several companions guarding him behind him, and one of them was a playboy who could affect his future. If he doesn't teach the boy in front of him a good lesson today, I'm afraid he won't be able to raise his head in front of his comrades in the future.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man decided not to keep his hand in his heart. He saw a long sword in his hand. As the holy power in his body was continuously injected into the long sword, the whole long sword exuded a layer of brilliance of dreams. .
"Arrogant boy, now let you see if I am qualified to fight with you!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, then slashed towards Jian Chen's shoulder with a long sword.
Jian Chen snorted coldly, and the Qingfeng Sword instantly appeared in his right hand, then turned into a silver-white light, and stabbed out like lightning.
"puff!"
Just as the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand had just been struck, Jian Chen's light wind sword had already come first and stabbed into his throat.
The middle-aged man's entire body suddenly froze, staring at Jian Chen and the tiny long sword that pierced his throat with wide eyes. His eyes were full of disbelief. Then, the middle-aged man's A pair of eyes gradually lost their vigour, and quickly became hollow, and finally the whole body fell softly to the ground, unable to rest their eyes.
Seeing that the middle-aged man was killed by Jian Chen with a single blow, the other five guards who were waiting beside the young man were all stunned for a moment, then their expressions suddenly changed, and they sacrificed holy soldiers one after another, their eyes staring vigilantly. With Jian Chen like a formidable enemy.
The young man looked at the lost middle-aged man lying on the ground in disbelief, pointed at Jian Chen, and said sternly: "You...you...you dare to kill my guard...you know what I am. Are you human, you...you...are you impatient with your life?" Although the young man was about the same age as Jian Chen, it was obvious that he grew up in a greenhouse and had not experienced any wind and rain. The scene, the timidity in my heart can't help showing.
Although he used to bully many people with the power of his family, almost all of those people were weak and did not dare to offend him. , I have never seen a person as cold-blooded and ruthless as Jian Chen. Killing someone is so straightforward, as if it was commonplace. A young man who had never seen such a scene was immediately frightened by Jian Chen's iron-blooded tactics.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a resolute expression took a step forward, bowed his hands to Jian Chen, and said calmly: "This little brother, we are from the Tianxiong family, and this is our Tianxiong. The eldest young master of the family, what happened in the past is indeed our fault, here I apologize to you, and this matter is over." The middle-aged man's tone was neither humble nor arrogant.
Jian Chen stared at the group of people on the opposite side, his body exuding a strong murderous aura, he walked towards them step by step with his sword in hand, and said indifferently: "Go ahead, if you can escape from my hands today, I will naturally let you go. "