My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Qin Zhi's strength is already among the top disciples among the disciples under the master of Danxian Pavilion, and he can definitely be regarded as the backbone of Danxian Pavilion.

There were not many such disciples in Danxian Pavilion, but now they were slapped to death by Ye Chen.

After the death of such a disciple, if he cannot take back the prescription of the Spiritual Pill today, even if Dan Xuan is a master-level elder, he will inevitably receive some punishment when he returns to the Danxian Pavilion.

Moreover, the young man in front of him was able to hide from his perception. He was definitely not an ordinary master.

Obviously, the other party had already guessed that they would follow them, so they chose this place specially.

Its purpose is naturally self-evident.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"Who are you?"

Dan Xuan looked at Ye Chen with burning eyes and said in a low voice.

"You are not qualified to know who I am. Originally, if you could exchange the Ghost King Flower for the elixir with peace of mind, I would indeed give the elixir to you."

Ye Chen said with a leisurely expression: "It's a pity that you chose to kill people and buy goods, so don't blame me for being cruel."

Dan Xuan squinted his eyes, with a flash of evil in his eyes, sneered, and said lightly: "Young man, do you think you can be arrogant after becoming a master? In the northwest, no one dares to talk to me like this. Let’s talk.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dan Xuan gave a low shout, and the master's cultivation suddenly exploded. All the spiritual energy around him was aroused, and he suddenly slapped Ye Chen with a palm.

With a roar, streaks of white energy shot out from Dan Xuan's palm, pulling the surrounding spiritual energy into a streak of white palm, covering Ye Chen's head, and then fell suddenly.

"Hmph, the mantis is using its arms as a chariot, and it is overestimating its own capabilities."

A look of indifference flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he made a fist with his right hand and punched out.

With a bang, the entire void trembled, and a simple fist print shot out from Ye Chen's fist, as dazzling as the sun, and directly hit Dan Xuan's palm print.

Suddenly, the sky collapsed, the white palms in the sky exploded, and the white clouds suddenly rolled back.

Dan Xuan's expression changed,

A look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he was sent flying by Ye Chen's fist, and he felt a pain in his chest.

"Why is he so strong? He is definitely not an ordinary master. He is at least as strong as me, or even stronger."

Dan Xuan's expression changed, and his face was full of uncertainty.

As a middle-grade grandmaster, Dan Xuan is not very strong at the same level. If he encounters some powerful middle-grade grandmasters, Dan Xuan is not sure of victory.

Obviously, he had greatly misjudged Ye Chen's strength.

"He Zhenchuan, this kid is a bit evil, why don't you take action?"

Dan Xuan took a deep breath and shouted to He Zhenchuan next to him.

"Then let me give it a try and see how capable he is."

A flash of light flashed in He Zhenchuan's eyes, he shouted loudly, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

As streams of blood surged out of He Zhenchuan's body, his originally aging body swelled visibly to the naked eye, with veins exposed on the skin.

"Master of body refining?"

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth with a faint arc.

If it were a competition of spells, these people could still compete with him.

But He Zhenchuan actually wants to compete with him physically, which is simply ridiculous.

"You brat, I have been cultivating my physical body for forty years, and now my physical body is almost transcendent. I wonder how many punches you can block from me."

He Zhenchuan shouted low and suddenly rushed towards Ye Chen.

As He Zhenchuan galloped over, the ground was shaking, and he was like a giant running wildly.

When he was still two feet away from Ye Chen, He Zhenchuan punched him, and violent energy and blood rose into the sky.

Following this punch, boundless winds suddenly arose in the air and roared past.

Dan Xuan, who was standing not far away, looked at He Zhenchuan's punch and his pupils shrank slightly.

"He Zhenchuan's strength has actually increased a lot. I'm afraid it won't be long before he can become a low-level master."

Danxuan sighed secretly in his heart.

At this time, Ye Chen looked at He Zhenchuan's punch, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Since you are seeking death, you can't blame me."

A look of indifference flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he slapped it with a light palm.

When He Zhenchuan saw Ye Chen despising him so much, a look of rage flashed in his eyes, and the strength in his hand involuntarily increased by three points.

The terrifying fist power suddenly spread, and the entire void seemed to be penetrated.

With a bang, Ye Chen's palm and He Zhenchuan's iron fist collided together. The violent energy collided with each other, forming shock waves that dispersed crazily around.

At this moment, the crisp sound of fractures resounded in everyone's ears.

Then He Zhenchuan's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a strong force coming from his fist and instantly transmitted to his entire shoulder.

He Zhenchuan subconsciously let out a scream, his face turned pale, and his entire arm exploded to pieces. Blood mixed with broken bones sputtered around.

"How can this be."

A look of horror flashed in He Zhenchuan's eyes, and he was so frightened that he stepped back involuntarily.

"Why is it impossible? With this strength, you still want to snatch something from me? Ridiculous."

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with a movement, he appeared in front of He Zhenchuan, and then slapped him on the top of his head.

There was a roar, and He Zhenchuan was slapped to the ground by Ye Chen's palm. As the zhenqi detonated, He Zhenchuan's head was directly smashed into pieces by Ye Chen's palm.

The dignified body-refining master of the He family was actually killed by Ye Chen with one move.

Dan Xuan, who was watching from the side, felt a chill in his heart, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

He still knew He Zhenchuan's strength. He was a dignified mid-level grandmaster and invincible in his physical body.

With such strong strength, he was beaten to death by Ye Chen with a palm?

What is the identity of this young man?

"Run away, run away quickly."

This was the only thought left in Danxuan's mind.

With his strength, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand Ye Chen's attack. If he stayed, he would be dead.

Thinking of this, Dan Xuan didn't dare to stay for a moment, and subconsciously ran away into the distance.

"Uncle Master?"

The disciples of the Danxian Pavilion next to him saw Danxuan fleeing in embarrassment, their expressions changed, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"You want to leave now? Unfortunately, it's too late."

Ye Chen looked at Dan Xuan fleeing in the distance with an indifferent expression, snorted softly, and punched Dan Xuan in the direction.

Circles of ripples spread out from Ye Chen's fist, and then a punch spanned a distance of more than a thousand meters and hit Dan Xuan on the back.

Danxuan's body stiffened, and he staggered subconsciously. Then he lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest, with a dazed look flashing in his eyes.

"I...I'm going to die here?"

Dan Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground, lifeless.

In just a few moves, both masters were dead.

The other disciples present turned pale in an instant.