"not enough."

Chen Yang shook his head very seriously.

He looked at Zhimeng: "You did this, right?"

"Tao Daoyuan to deal with me, do you think I will not attack you?"

Chen Yang said as he approached him.

Zhimeng sucked in a gentle breath and said, "It has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with you? Sorry, what you said doesn't count. I think it has something to do with you, it has something to do with you."

"If it has nothing to do with you, wouldn't I have a waste of my trip today?"

Chen Yang smiled slightly and was just saying to him, no matter whether it has anything to do with you or not, I will teach you a lesson today.

"I don't know about this."

"It was my disciple who did it. It is natural for you to come to him."

"but!"

"He is my disciple. Even if he wants to teach a lesson, he should be the master. Who are you, Chen Xuanyang? What qualifications do you have to take action on my behalf?"

Zhimeng shouted softly: "You still want to attack me? Come on, I will stand here and let you do it. Today, Chen Xuanyang is a man, so I beat me to death. Even if I die, Zhimeng will have to open these eyes and ask God, is there no justice in this world?"

He opened his hands and stared at Chen Yang, as if you were to do whatever you wanted, I'll let you hit.

He dared to promise that Chen Yang would never dare to take action.

He knows people's hearts so well.

The more this happens, the less dare the other party dares to take action.

Chen Yang paused slightly and said, "You are really good at speaking with your mouth, but unfortunately, I don't want to eat your set."

"You will die today. Believe me, you will die."

After saying this, Chen Yang suddenly followed in two steps, quickly shortening the distance between the two, and whisks in his hand twitched towards his abdomen.

The wind brought out by the whisk shocked Zhimeng.

Why doesn't this guy play by the rules?

He really wants to do it?

If he was hit by this whisk, he would probably not be much better than Dao.

If you don't die then, you will be half-dead.

Moreover, he really heard the murderous aura from Chen Yang's tone just now.

He really wants to kill himself today?

He always felt that the things he did were not too much, and it was far from the point where Chen Yang took the ruthless killing him.

But he really wants to kill himself.

Are young people nowadays so unstimulating?

Why haven't the real person come yet?

Zhimeng was uneasy and glanced out the door quickly, and found that the gate of the Taoist temple was closed at some point.

The whisk was about to whip him, Zhimeng moved his feet and took a step back to avoid the whisk.

Chen Yang took a break.

He did not continue to do it.

Instead, he stood there and looked at him with a smile.

"Isn't it that I won't hide, let me fight?"

"Aren't you not afraid of death, you have to look at God with your eyes open?"

"So, what are you hiding?"

Chen Yang asked a series of questions, even though Zhimeng was thick-skinned, he felt blushing at this moment.

"But even if you hide, I will hit you. Whether to hide or not, I will teach you a lesson today."

"Chen Xuanyang..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yang moved again.

As he stepped on Bu Gang, the whisk in his hand waved repeatedly. The power was so great that even Zhimeng could hear the soft whisk trembling, the air trembled slightly.

Zhimeng still wanted to hide, but was shocked to find that he could not keep up with Chen Yang's speed.

"Bang!"

The whisk sucked on his face, and it hurts so much.

When I reached out and touched, half of my face was slashed, and my hands were covered with blood.

The fine and soft whisk cut his skin, Zhimeng clearly felt the flesh on his face, the almost unbearable tingling pain that was cut.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, the left face was also sucked.

Chen Yang was strolling in the garden, but Zhimeng rushed to dodge.

My legs and feet were all messy, and no matter how my hands were blocked, they couldn't stop them.

But a few rounds and turns, his Taoist uniform with high-end fabric had been torn into strips and hung on his body, feeling embarrassed.

Peng Sheng and others frowned, but no one spoke.

This is not the matter of Huang Daxian in Purple Mountain. Chen Yang is famous for his post, and it is another name.

What's more, the mistake is in the dream.

As Chen Yang said, things did not happen to them, and of course they could stand and say sarcastic words.

"Bang!"

Chen Yang kicked him over with one kick, and the whisk poked out like a dragon, wrapping around his neck.

Zhimeng was lying on the ground, her neck was rolled up by a whisk.

Chen Yang held the whisk, his head lifted from the ground with the whisk, and his whole body was kept in an arc.

He grabbed the whisk with both hands and tried to pull it apart, but the more he pulled it, the tighter the whisk rolled it.

The suffocation made his vision gradually blur, and the heaven and earth began to rotate and reversal.

The strength on his body became weaker and weaker, and his cheeks were stained with blood and became even more redder.

"Squeak."

The door of the Taoist temple was suddenly pushed open.

Two Taoist priests, one old and one young, walked in.

The young Taoist priest still had a smile on his face. When he saw Zhimeng dragging him on the ground like a dead dog by a whisk, the young Taoist priest's smile disappeared, and instead he was distorted.

"Chen Xuanyang, let go of my master!"

Daoyang roared loudly and rushed over quickly.

He rushed back and invited the Nanya real person to come back.

The master said, don’t worry, it’s okay to be a little late.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Xuanyang beating his master.

How did things turn out like this?

Why did the more than 30 Taoist priests invited stand aside and watch the fun without saying anything?

Is there still humanity?

"Bang!"

Daoyang rushed up very quickly and flew out very quickly.

Chen Yang retracted his kicking foot, and Daoyang's inertia force of being kicked also dissipated, and he smashed on the ground and rolled half a circle.

"Chen Xuanyang, please let go of my master and let him go!"

Daoyang sat on the ground and shouted.

Chen Yang ignored him and looked at the Nanya real man who was walking slowly through the door.

"Can I give me a face?"

Nanya real person asked.

He didn't ask what the conflict was between the two.

No need to ask.
To be continued...