Xiao Chen's expression froze: "Tell me clearly! What's going on!"

"Prince Zhao and the others! They were captured by Ye Shaochong!" Wang Yue said anxiously.

"What..." Xiao Chen made a move with his hand, and the Wugui Sword roared, and came out of the broken window in the house, flew into his hand. Then he waved his foot and ran out of the yard.

"Young Master!" Xiao Ruo shouted anxiously from behind, but he could no longer see Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen used the Lingxian Step under his feet, increasing his speed to the limit. After a stick of incense, he came to Wangxia Valley and saw everyone gathering in the middle area between the north and south, forming a ball, pointing and talking endlessly.

There were a few big trees in the middle, the third prince and the three others were tied up and hung on the trunk of the tree. There was a group of people standing below. The leader seemed to be Ye Shaochong. He sneered: "Good? Come to my place to sell medicine, don't you have to say hello to me?"

"Bah!" Prince Zhao spitted a mouthful of blood at him and said angrily: "Ye Shaochong! If you have the guts today, you will be beaten to death! I will not practice immortality in the future. I will definitely kill you and kill the nine clans!"

"Drive the nine clans?" Ye Shaochong smiled contemptuously and punched him in the abdomen.

"Puff!" Prince Zhao spurted out his blood plasma again, and he was speechless. The second prince Qi Yan next to him was already so scared that his face was pale and he dared not speak.

"Hehe! Take off his hands for me! Let him understand that here, Mr. Chong is the King of Hell!" After Ye Shaochong said that, he waved his hand and immediately walked up to the two young men. The two pulled out their swords from their waists and slashed at Prince Zhao's arm with one sword.

Just as the crowd was exclaiming, a white light flew into the sky in the distance, and with two clangs, they directly cut off the swords of the two. Then, like a living creature, they flew around the three big trees and cut off the ropes tied to the third prince.

Then a sharp shadow flashed, caught Prince Zhao who fell from the air, and broke the rope on his body with a palm.

Prince Zhao opened his eyes slightly and said with a angrily voice: "Senior Brother Xiao..."

"Don't talk!" Xiao Chen immediately poured his true energy into his body. At this moment, his ears, nose and mouth were all covered with blood, and it was obvious that his spleen had been cracked.

Then Xiao Chen quickly took out the healing medicine left to him by Mu Chengxue and sent one to Prince Zhao's mouth.

"Boy, is it you again?" Ye Shaochong swayed over.

Xiao Chen pinched his finger bones and carefully put Prince Zhao down, slowly turned his head away, his eyes chilled, which made everyone nearby shudder.

Ye Shaochong smiled: "Haha, Mr. Chong said that since some people don't want to live until the fifth update, then..." However, before they finished speaking, they suddenly flew backwards.

"Oh!" Everyone gasped, it was almost a blink of an eye.

"Go to die!" Xiao Chen shouted fiercely, kicked him in the abdomen in mid-air, kicking him away several feet away, and landed on the ground and vomited blood.

At this time, dozens of newcomers in the distance also ran up. Some went to untie the ropes on the second prince Qi Yan, and some went to help Prince Zhao up. Xiao Chen saw a black air between his eyebrows appearing faintly, and his pupils gradually turned into dark purple. Twelve black true energy was transformed into his body, with a faint reversal.

The wind whimpered, and everyone felt a terrible aura spreading from him. Whether it was the new and old disciples, they were silent at this moment. At this moment, Xiao Chen reminded them of an ancient taboo word - Demon!

"Kill him for me!" Ye Shaochong shouted loudly, and more than a dozen young men immediately held their long swords and quickly attacked Xiao Chen.

"Hehe..." Xiao Chen sneered, and the Wugui Sword instantly turned into a white light and shuttled through the crowd. He screamed in an instant, and blood was everywhere. Seven or eight of the dozen people had their ears cut off, and a few had their arms cut off.

Ye Shaochong's pupils dilated, and his face was filled with fear. For the first time, he felt so scared and regretted that he shouldn't have provoked this person after hearing that person's words.

"Go to hell with peace of mind!" Xiao Chen shouted in a deep voice, like a ray of lightning, instantly rushed to him and punched him in the face.

Ye Shaochong quickly raised his hands to resist, but his second level of Qi Refining was obtained by taking Qi Refining Pill. How could he withstand Xiao Chen's punch? There was only a crisp creaking sound, which was caused by the bones on his wrist.

With one punch and one punch, Xiao Chen spared no effort to hit him in the face, making his face covered in blood. The people around him were already scared and no one dared to make a sound.

"Hehe, instead of staying here to harm others, it's better to be an ordinary person at ease!" Xiao Chen sneered, and used his true energy with his arms and hit his big hole.

There was a burst of exclamation around him: "He is going to destroy Ye Shaochong's spiritual veins!"

At this moment, two young men in white suddenly rushed up: "I can't do it! Junior brother stop!"

Look at the two of them, who should be the subordinates of Beishan Zhuo Wuhen, Xiao Chen looked gloomy and said coldly: "What? Are you here to help him?"

"No! Listen to me, this junior brother, you can break his arms, but you must not destroy his spiritual veins, otherwise you will be regarded as a person in the devil's way!"

"So that's it..." Xiao Chen stood up, his eyebrows were gone, and his pupils returned to their original colors. He glanced at Qi Yan and the others: "Boll it to death! I will save him when I am about to die! I will continue to fight after I save you!"

Qi Yan and the other two rushed up without saying anything, and started to greet me directly. Prince Zhao had improved after taking the pill. He rushed up and slapped Ye Shao Chong more than a dozen times in the face: "Bastard! My father has never slapped me, so you dare to slap me!" As he said that, he slapped dozens of times.

At this moment, Ye Shaochong was beaten unconscious and his life was in danger. Xiao Chen glanced at him coldly and flicked a pill into his mouth: "Continue to beat!"

Everyone around was stunned. This person was too cruel. The one on the ground was Ye Shao Chong, a domineering man in Nanshan!

With him standing here, the other dozen Ye Shaochong's men did not dare to move. After half a stick of incense, the third prince was probably tired of fighting and sat on the ground and gasped. Ye Shaochong's face was covered in blood, and he said, "Hurry up... look for my brother..." Before he finished speaking, he completely fainted.

A few young men came quickly outside and carried him to the distance. The wind whirred and several large pools of blood were left on the ground.

Someone whispered not far away: "This person is over, Ye Fei is about to come out of seclusion. Ye Fei should have the fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation..."

Xiao Chen stood forward and said coldly: "Listen! From today on, the middle will be my Xiao Chen's territory! Those who offend me Xiao Chen will be punished even if they are far away!"

The crowd quickly dispersed and did not dare to get closer to the middle. Someone whispered to his junior brother and sister beside him: "This person is too murderous, so he must not provoke him in the future!"

The third prince came up and Prince Zhao whispered: "Senior Brother Xiao, you looked so terrible just now..."

Xiao Chen took a deep breath. Why was the murderous intent so heavy just now? He never did this before, and the magic skill in his mind seemed to be operating independently...

"Let's go, go back, don't stay here again today."

In fact, there have been bloodshed in Wangxia Valley once or twice. In the past few years, there are people fighting hard almost every day in the two factions of the North and South. As long as they do not kill humans or destroy spiritual veins, it is not a big deal. If they break their hands and feet, they will take them back and pick them up.

At night, Xiao Chen was lying on the bed toss and turns and couldn't sleep. Scenes during the day still emerged in his mind. Why did he become so terrible?

Since the last time he accidentally saw the magic book, the Demon Heavenly Mystery Talisman in the ancient tomb of the Xiao family, a fierce aura would arise in his heart from time to time. He had tried to forget this technique several times, but this technique seemed to have been deeply embedded in his mind, and no matter what, it would not be gone.

The next morning, he sat up from the bedside sweating profusely, awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, he saw a person who looked exactly like himself. The man was wrapped in black mist and holding a magic halberd in his hand, killing the Xuanqing Sect blood flowing into a river!

"Master...Master!"

"Young Master, are you awake? You haven't gone to the inner sect to become a disciple yet." Xiao Ruo's voice came from outside.

Xiao Chen's face turned pale, he wiped his forehead and sweated coldly, and murmured: "So it's just a dream..."

He didn't go to Xiagu this day, and he was distracted all day long because the dream last night was too real, as if he was there. He saw the hall collapse and the mountain fell, and saw the brothers falling in a pool of blood, even the master...

"Young Master, what's wrong with you today? You just got the chopsticks backward..."

Xiao Chen came back to his senses and smiled: "It's okay, by the way, Xiaoruo, which day is it today?" He has been busy practicing these days and has not recorded his days, but he thinks it seems that he has been out for almost a month, right?

"It's April 26th today, hehe, it's almost a month since we came out before we knew it." Xiaoruo said with a smile.
Chapter completed!