"The guy without eyes!"
Ling Yan cast a sinister glance at the silent Huangfu Xiao and continued to grab Yao Ling.
Fortunately, after this change, others finally reacted.
Leng Feng asked Sima Chongting to take care of Cai Jiannan and several other ordinary people, while he raised his palms and struck Ling Yan in the side.
The palm technique is swift, and it is impressively the Dark Night Meteor Palm in the Yewu Canon.
"Huh? What kind of palm technique is this?"
Ling Yan looked at Leng Feng's palm in surprise, but there was not much worry in his eyes.
Compared to Leng Feng, who had only just learned ancient martial arts, Ling Yan, a veteran master, really had nothing to fear.
He easily caught Leng Feng's palm technique with one palm, and then kicked him away while Leng Feng's eyes widened.
"Leave far away!"
Leng Feng received this kick firmly and was immediately kicked onto his back.
Ling Yan sneered disdainfully, grabbed Yao Ling's neck, and lifted Yao Ling up.
Although Yao Ling's face was still pale, there was no fear in her eyes.
She stared at Ling Yan, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred.
The scene where Huangfu smiled and sacrificed his life to stand in front of Yao Ling made this simple little girl become much more mature in an instant.
"I hate the look in your eyes."
Ling Yan has been in charge of the city hall for many years and has a strong desire for control. What makes him most unhappy is that he doesn't respect his subordinates.
The look in Yao Ling's eyes now reminded him of his ruined situation, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his eyes.
The hand that was originally pinching Yao Ling's neck slowly moved inwards.
Yao Ling's fair neck immediately became congested, and her face became more and more painful.
Just when Ling Yan was about to break Yao Ling's neck, he suddenly felt a chill descending on his neck.
He couldn't help but shudder and turned his head suddenly.
This time, he met a pair of eyes as cold as ice.
The murderous aura in these eyes rolled like dark clouds and thunderous thunder.
A wooden sword lay silently across Ling Yan's neck.
In just a moment, Ling Yan was too frightened to move.
"W-when did you..."
Ling Yan clearly remembered that Ye Hong was dozens of meters away a second ago, so how come he was right next to him as soon as he turned around
Could it be that he knows the legendary earth-escape technique? !
This strange fact scared Ling Yan to the point where cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
The wooden sword hanging between his neck caused Ling Yan's skin to ache.
"The wind helped me."
Ye Hong suddenly said something carelessly, as if he was answering Ling Yan's doubts, and also seemed to be feeling something.
Just now Ye Hong witnessed the tragedy of Huangfu Xiao, but the unwillingness and pain in his heart made his head inexplicably sober.
He suddenly had an idea and aimed the Shushan Kendo behind him.
The strong wind blowing backward pushed Ye Hong's progress in reverse direction.
Coupled with the ability to fly, a meteor-like miracle was accomplished.
Arriving in time just before Ling Yan attacked Yao Ling.
The Qingmei master opposite looked at it and nodded for a while.
In just a few days, Ye Hong's understanding and utilization of Shushan Kendo and ancient martial arts increased by leaps and bounds.
Such an evil talent makes Master Qingmei sigh in admiration.
He seemed to be able to predict that Ye Hong, a junior who came into contact with Shushan Kendo decades after him, was very likely to come into contact with the true meaning of Shushan Kendo before him.
"Young people are terrible. In this case, why don't you consider bringing this kid back to Shushan to be the headmaster?"
Qingmei Zhenren touched his chin and thought silently.
(End of chapter)