Zhao Hanzhong's laughter spread throughout the courtyard, and the family heads who came to congratulate him were more afraid of the Zhao family than before when they saw this scene.
Originally, a half-step master was terrifying enough, but now that he has an ally who is not afraid of the strange fire, who else in the Zhao family will dare to challenge them in Chuzhou?
Even Sister Lin Wanrou could not help but frown slightly at this time. Apparently, the appearance of the middle-aged man gave them an ominous premonition.
An Muran, on the other hand, was extremely nervous and frustrated. She felt that Mr. Ling might overturn this time, and the three of them, mother and daughter, would be captured by that old immortal Zhao Hanzhong and used as bed warmers!
When he thought of this, An Muran felt despair and despair.
On the contrary, it was Lin Rong. At this time, his cheeks were red and swollen, but it could not stop his happy and joyful mood at all.
The surrounding family heads shook their heads, feeling that without the help of the strange fire, Ling Wuchen was as vulnerable as a toothless tiger!
They even naively thought that the bodyguards they brought could kill Zhao Hanzhong without even taking action.
Only Ling Yi remained calm.
After taking a look at the middle-aged man holding a bronze bell, he finally understood why the strange fire in his body was a little afraid of that guy.
What Qinglian Ziyan was afraid of was not the middle-aged man, but the bronze bell in his hand!
Although he still didn't know what it was, Ling Yi felt that it must have a lot of background, otherwise it would not even make Qinglian Ziyan, who is ranked eleventh on the list of strange fires, afraid.
'After destroying the Zhao family in a while, you can buy that guy for zero yuan. Ling Yi made up his mind almost without thinking.
When Zhao Hanzhong saw that Ling Yi ignored him at all, he immediately became furious: "You bastard, you dare to ignore me, then don't blame me for being cruel!"
After saying that, Zhao Hanzhong struck out with a palm in the air, and an invisible energy swept towards Ling Yi's chest.
Although the surrounding family heads couldn't see this energy, they could hear from the sound of the air splitting that the power of this palm was enough to crack mountains and crack rocks!
"That boy must have lost his head."
This is their common thought, so as soon as this statement came out, it was immediately approved by the vast majority of people.
Even An Muran subconsciously reached out and covered his eyes at this time, for fear of seeing the bloody scene of Ling Yi being cut in two.
However, to their surprise, after Zhao Hanzhong struck out with his palm, there was no follow-up for several seconds.
The young man named Ling and the three beauties behind him were still standing there unscathed, as if silently laughing at Zhao Hanzhong's incompetence.
When An Muran put down his hand and saw that Mr. Ling was fine, he let out a long sigh of relief.
But she was very confused: 'Did the old immortal miss the target? '
An Muran felt that this was very possible.
While she was thinking wildly, Ling Yi spoke.
"That's it? It's not enough to tickle me, but you have the nerve to claim that you have incredible strength?" Ling Yi said with contempt, "Is it possible that your Zhao family is so short that anyone can defy the odds?"
As soon as these words came out, even though the family heads were afraid of Zhao Hanzhong's cultivation, they still couldn't hold back their laughter and burst out laughing.
When Zhao Hanzhong heard this, he was so angry that his whole body couldn't stop trembling.
He originally wanted to kill Ling Yi by unleashing his inner strength to show his unfathomable power, Zhao Hanzhong.
But now it seems that the only way to deal with him is through hand-to-hand combat - the method is naturally slower than using one's internal strength to attack others, but it is better in practicality.
And he was fully confident that as long as he got close to Ling Yi, he could completely defeat him within three moves.
"Shameless boy, suffer death!"
Zhao Hanzhong shouted angrily, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The speed was so fast that many people failed to see his figure clearly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Ling Yi, and his fist as big as a casserole was already in front of him. It hit Ling Yi's head.
What is a half-step master?
They are all cultivated by warriors with perfect inner energy. They are a group of people who have practiced their close combat skills to the extreme before becoming half-step masters.
You, a mere formation master, are competing with Zhao Hanzhong in hand-to-hand combat. What else is it if you are not seeking death?
But just when everyone thought that Ling Yi was bound to die, Ling Yi raised his hand, struck first and slapped Zhao Hanzhong on the face. After a dull sound, he slapped Zhao Hanzhong directly. Half of his head was embedded in the soil of the yard!
Life or death is uncertain!
"..."
At this time, the sky was blue, the wind was cool, and there was silence around the yard.
The unexpected reversal made them unable to accept it for a moment. Apart from staring in silence with their eyes wide open, they could only open their mouths and continue to remain silent.
"Half-step master? Ha, trash!" Ling Yi snorted coldly and walked towards the villa.
When Zhao Guodong saw this, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Grandpa! Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Wake up! That guy is going to destroy my Zhao family!" Zhao Guodong stretched his neck, looked at the old man lying on the ground behind Ling Yi, and roared with all his strength.
But Zhao Hanzhong seemed not to hear it, and remained motionless. Zhao Guodong was so anxious that he almost cried.
"Stop shouting, I guess all the Meng Po soup has been finished by now." Ling Yi said calmly, his words were unhurried and unhurried, as if he had said something insignificant, but everyone present was stunned and stunned.
"Impossible! My grandpa is a half-step master. How could you kill him with one move!? This is absolutely impossible!" Zhao Guodong didn't believe Ling Yi's words at all, and only thought that his grandpa just fainted.
At this time, someone from the Zhao family ran to Zhao Hanzhong, pulled his body out of the soil, and then reached out and touched his neck.
A few seconds later, the man suddenly sat down on the ground as if he had seen a ghost. He looked horrified and backed away. He couldn't stop muttering: "Impossible! He's dead. He's really dead." , but it’s obviously just a slap..."
Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard was dumbfounded.
A half-step master, who could completely surpass the entire existence of Chuzhou, was just slapped to death?
If this word spreads, who will believe it?
Also, what kind of cultivation level does that kid have that he can't even withstand a move from a half-step master?
An Muran stared at Ling Yi's back with those big eyes, her mood extremely complicated.
Seeing that something was wrong, Lin Rong retreated slowly, planning to escape the Zhao family quietly - he absolutely couldn't stay in Chuzhou anymore, he had to find his father quickly, and then run as far as he could!
As for Zhao Guodong, his legs were weak and he was about to kneel down, but was lifted up by the middle-aged man with one hand.
"Why are you panicking? Your grandpa just underestimated the enemy, and this kid took advantage of him. If he was prepared, how could he be your grandpa's opponent?"
After saying that, the middle-aged man offered the bronze bell again and said to Ling Yi with disdain: "For my sake, how about letting this matter go?"
Hearing this, Ling Yi sneered and asked, "Your face? Huh, who do you think you are, worthy of talking about face with me?"
