Rebirth – City Cultivation

The name of Chen Beixuan, when Qi Wangsun was on Hong Kong Island, had heard from many wealthy people on Hong Kong Island. Chen Fan also told him that if he had trouble, he would report directly to ‘Chen Beixuan’. However, Qi Wangsun has not been very serious about it. After all, Chen Fan is stronger, and he is only a leader in Jiangbei and Hong Kong Island. The hand is too far from the north, and the whip is beyond the reach.

But today, I heard it, and Qi Wangsun immediately thought of it. Isn’t Chen Fan, who is the first in the list of Chen Beixuan? But looking at Chen Fan’s appearance is not old? Why do you want to call ‘陈老怪’?

"This little brother, don't you know that you are Huayunfeng? Or is it Ye Nantian? Or is it old Chen?" He touched the polished bald head and made a slap.

Xue Daisha was next to him, sneer in his heart.

Huayun Peak has been in China for decades, and I am afraid that it will be eighty or ninety years old. Chen Fan can't be him naturally. Ye Nantian also became famous for more than a decade, and his age is not right. As for Chen Beixuan, it is the first strongest in China and even East Asia. How can a big man like a dragon in the sky appear in a small place like the Ginza Club, and accompany them to have tea?

‘Wait, Tang Yifei seems to have said that Master Chen Beixuan is studying at a college in Jinling? And when it comes to age, it is exactly 18 or 9 years old. This boy seems to be Qi Wangsun’s classmate, is it’

Just thinking, Xue Daisha suddenly saw a glimpse.

She looked up and was shocked to see Chen Fanshi.

"Hey!"

There was a burst of water in the pond outside the wooden house, like a bomb falling in the pool. A figure skyrocketed, the volley jumped a few meters high, and then landed on the ground, the steps of the wooden planks, was stepped on two deep footprints.

It was a river that was previously beaten and flew out.

He was wet, his hair pressed against his skin, and his eyes swept to Chen Fan like a wolf.

"Eight, I want you to die!"

On the river, the face is full of iron and blue, the eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, the heart and feet are wrong, forming a figure-eight shape, crossing the front and back, the palms are erected, and the palms are sharp as a knife. When the soles of the feet stepped, the whole person was extremely quiet and moved toward Chen Fan.

He has ever suffered such a big loss since he entered the North Gate Sichuan Gate. Suddenly angry and attacking the heart, jumping out of the water, I want to kill Chen Fan to wash away shame and failure.

After all, the river is a big master of the inner strength. The Japanese martial arts not only repaired the internal strength of China, but also focused on tempering the body and martial arts. The explosive power of some martial arts and its power and even lethality are enough to surpass the Chinese martial arts at one time. Similar to the assassin's one-shot killing technique. At the time of the river, Zhai Zhai exhibited such a method.

After being motivated by mystery.

Every hole in the river, the meridians, the flesh and blood, burst out of unprecedented power, the heart beats vigorously, and delivers a huge amount of blood to the body. He was instantly covered with blue muscles and muscles. The wet clothes are all blooming. On the river, Zhai Zhai has already rushed over like a locomotive, and once again, he will display the ‘Bei Ting’s knife.’ Although he has no knife in his hand, under this shackle, it seems that even the space is split in half.

On the wooden floor, there was a shallow knife mark.

The hand knife on the river, has already vaguely touched the door of the internal force, and almost stepped into the half-step.

"Wait, River Jun, he is"

Xue Daisha's pretty face is eclipsed, and it is necessary to open the reminder.

"court death."

Chen Fan has been slightly frowning, and his sleeves are waved, and he flies out like a fly.

"Boom!"

This time, Chen Fan did not keep his hands. A huge force was released, and this invisible force, as if the giant spirit danced the palm of the hand, pushed out horizontally, and the wooden wall at the forefront was directly shot into wood chips by the volley. Then the corridors, steps, and wooden columns were all smashed. The invisible giant force has been extended to the side of the pond, and the rockery is under this distance.

In the face of this terrible power like a bulldozer, the river was the first to bear the brunt, and it was directly turned into minced meat. The whole person smashed and could not find a trace.

The whole scene is dead.

Xue Daisha, Mengzhong, Qi Wangsun, and Liu Xiaojing, have heard a lot of movements, and the snow-fighters who came from all around have been stunned and looked at this scene.

It was as if there was a heavy truck that broke the wall and then smashed the flower beds, wooden pillars, steps, ornaments, and finally hit the rockery. From the foot of Chen Fan, it continued into the pool, and the place of twenty or thirty meters seemed to be plowed by the typhoon.

A sleeve of power, so far?

"Hey."

Those who rushed over to Xuedaisha, starting from the front, one knees soft, fell to the ground, respectful five-body cast, like worshipping the gods.

Such power, in their imagination, is only the gods.

Sitting in front of Chen Fan, Xue Daisha, who was only one meter away from his sleeve, even shivered. Just now, Chen Fan, just a little more than a meter, will make her a bunch of powder like a snow doll. Between these fingers, like the power of life and death like a fly, let the snow sofa tremble from the fear of the heart.

It's like when you pass by a car accident, the heart will be violently beating, as is the case with Xuedaisha.

And the bald big man has been heavily swayed by his mouth, and he can’t fit together:

"This is this?"

It is the sect of the genre that he once saw, and there is no such horror. It can cause such tremendous destructive power with one stroke. The internal strength is 30 meters away. There are only a handful of Chinese sects.

And with such age, it is so capable, and it happens to be in Jinling. Obviously there is only one.

"You just asked me who I am, do you know now?" Chen Fan retracted his hand and turned his head to lightly.

A heavy spirit, like a cold water splashing, instantly the whole person is like a spring, and the body's bow is 90 degrees to Chen Fan:

"The younger generation is very heavy and meets with the North Xuan Master!"

When facing the Megatron's Tianbang Grand Master, the cold sweat that was swayed from the back came out from behind. He is just an ordinary martial artist with a strong internal strength. In the face of such a master like Chen Beixuan, there is no room for resignation. The river is obviously stronger than him. He can't stop Chen Fan's sleeve, but what about his weight?

The guru can't be insulted. Who knows that Chen Zongshi will not account for the previous words, and slap him to death?

Thinking of this, the more respectful and respectful, the bald head almost reached the ground, but he did not dare to lift up the points.

"Go back and tell Yang Xiaohu, I said that I have kept the family. As for the marriage of Lao Qi, it is up to him to decide." Chen Fan said faintly.

"Yes, Chen Zongshi." He bowed his head and refused to look at Chen Fan.

"Old Qi, you bring Xiao Jing and he goes back..."

After the account was finished, Chen Fan waved his hand against Wang Sun.

Qi Wang Sun looked at Chen Fan in a complicated way, and silently stared at Liu Xiaojing, who was scared, and accompanied him to leave. He knows that Chen Fan is very strong, and he knows that Chen Fan has some magical spells, but he thinks that he is also the son of Dongsheng Group and the heir to the North. The future may not be worse than Jiang Bei’s master Chen and Zheng’s chairman. Today, the power of this sleeve, like a god, completely shocked Qi Wangsun.

Also let Qi Wangsun understand how big the gap between him and Chen Fan is.

It is not the gap between ordinary people and billionaires, but the gap between mortals and immortals. Buddhism has reached the realm of Chen Fan, what is the difference with the gods?

Thinking of this, Qi Wang Sun was full of bitterness, even getting rid of Xue Daisha, and saving Liu Xiaojing could not give him a hint of joy. Looking at the friends who were almost the same, they turned into the Buddha of the Nine Days. He only felt a faint emptiness in his heart.

Meng Zhong has been bowed his head, respectfully out of the Ginza clubhouse, and walked hundreds of meters away, only a long sigh of relief:

"My God, I just walked on the edge of life and death."

He turned his head and saw Qi Wang’s complex look. He couldn’t help but understand. He sighed and patted Qi Wang’s shoulder. “Lord, don’t think too much, Chen Zongshi and us, not a level character, you can I got to know Chen Zongshi, it’s already your great fortune, and the blessing of the family. This Chinese, I don’t know how many people, even seeing Chen Zongshi can’t be on the side.”

Qi Wang Sun Qiang Qiang squeezed a smile and cared:

"We are completely offended by the snow-generation family this time, that Yang Yuhu over there"

"What **** Yang Yuhu." A heavy sigh of relief. "The oldest man in the top of the list, Chen Laoqi, made a speech. He Yang Huhu ran back to the northeast with his tail, as long as he dared to move me with a hair. Lu Tianfeng, Lei Qianji, Yinshen Xius, Park Jinghuan is his A review of the car."

"Since Chen Zongshi has risen since the rise, he has probably killed more masters than he had seen him. He is the twelfth in the world, and he has the courage to dare to violate Chen’s orders."

"Does this?" Looking at the way he was not worried, Qi Wangsun secretly sighed, but the loss in his heart was even heavier. In Mengzhongkou, Yang Yuhu seems to be killed by Chen Fanyi at any time, but this is Yang Haohu, but he forced the Dongsheng Group and Qijia of Nuoda to the dead. Let his father, who has been in the north for decades, have to turn to the snow-generation family and even transfer the family's future power.

Then, how big is the gap between him and Chen Fan?

Qi Wangsun has been reluctant to think about it. He just hugged Liu Xiaojing and followed his weight heavily.

At this time, in the Ginza Clubhouse, Chen Fan is looking at Xuedaisha leisurely:

"You know, why do you still have a life after you speak out?"

Xue Daisha heard the words, and shivered, then hurryed and feared to be on the ground, trembled and said: "As long as you are willing to spare me a life, I am willing to dedicate everything to you. From now on you will be my supreme master. ”

"Hey, I don't want you else, as long as you have something on your body." Chen Fan's mouth showed a sneer, reaching out to the snow to get away from the sand:

"come out!"

Ps: The second is more, the author continues to write the third more o (n_n) o