Emperor Leiwu

Chapter 22 Yan Hai
"Senior Brother Yan, look, what a beautiful girl!"

"What the hell, I've grown up so much, it's the first time I've seen such a beautiful woman."

There were a total of eight people in the group, led by a young man in Chinese clothes and a skinny old man.

After discovering Chu Shaoyang and Chu Shaoyang, several of them stared at Ye Mei with salivating expressions.

Compared with the few people, the young man in fine clothes and the skinny old man, although their eyes flashed with amazement, they were much calmer.

"Shut up!"

After straightening out his clothes, the young man in Chinese clothes waved his hands to stop the actions of his companions, and walked towards Ye Mei with a smile on his face.

"Under Yan Hai, don't you know the girl's name?"

Smiling at Ye Mei, the young man in fancy clothes tried his best to look gentle and refined.

But in the face of his hospitality, Ye Mei turned a deaf ear and didn't even raise her head, making the young man in Chinese clothes stand in place with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Boy, why are you asking so many questions? Don't tell me you want to trick my wife?"

At this moment, Chu Shaoyang's slightly provocative laughter suddenly sounded, which made Ye Mei and the young man in fancy clothes startled.

Ye Mei was fine, knowing that Chu Shaoyang couldn't understand the other party's behavior and wanted to play tricks on the other party, so she didn't care.

On the other hand, the young man in Chinese clothes, after hearing this, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his face became gloomy.

"What, this girl is this kid's wife? I'm not mistaken, right?"

"Fuck, this kid is only at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and to marry such a beautiful wife is like a flower stuck in cow dung!"

Compared to the two, everyone present was astonished after hearing Chu Shaoyang's words, and their faces were full of envy and hatred.

"You, a trash at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, are you worthy of having such a beautiful woman?"

After the atmosphere was suppressed for a few breaths, a cold voice came out from the mouth of the young man in Chinese clothes.

At first, he thought that Chu Shaoyang was the girl's follower. After all, a martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm is really hard to be taken seriously.

But he never thought that the two of them were actually a couple!

"Why, are you upset?"

Seeing the other party despise him so much, Chu Shaoyang's face darkened, and he stood up slowly.

"Boy, you'd better be respectful to my young master, otherwise you will be the one who suffers in the end."

Seeing Chu Shaoyang's actions, the skinny old man in the crowd who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

Looking at this person, Chu Shaoyang felt a dangerous aura emanating from him.

"A strong Yuanwu realm?"

His pupils shrank, and Chu Shaoyang realized that this skinny old man who looked frail turned out to be a strong man in the Yuan Wu realm.

But he wasn't afraid, because Ye Mei was also a strong Yuan Wujing, and according to Chu Shaoyang's deduction, she didn't seem to be weaker than the old man in front of him, so she looked very scared right now.

"I'm so scared, come and bite me!"

"you……"

Seeing that the other party didn't take himself seriously at such a young age, the skinny old man suddenly became furious.

"This old man, you'd better leave the matter of young people alone."

But before he could make a move, a cold girl's voice suddenly sounded, making the skinny old man look sideways.

"Ok?"

Staring at Ye Mei, the thin old man's deep pupils narrowed into a slit.

"Hehe, I never imagined that the little girl would have such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. I'm really mistaken."

After a little sensing, the skinny old man discovered that Ye Mei was also a strong Yuan Wujing, and his breath was only stronger than his, but not weaker, and his tone softened a bit.

"Old man, you are too much, I still say that, young people's affairs, young people should solve it by themselves, I'd better not get involved."

But facing the emaciated old man's submissiveness, Ye Mei just said indifferently.

"Old Yan, what's going on?"

Seeing that the skinny old man spoke so politely to Ye Mei, the young man in Chinese clothes looked puzzled.

"It's nothing, you and this kid, you can settle it yourself, I won't interfere."

Looking at Ye Mei with a look of apprehension, the skinny old man said.

"Hehe, don't worry, Mr. Yan, a mere sixth-level martial artist of the Spiritual Martial Realm is not worthy of your constant attack."

Hearing this, the young man in fancy clothes looked at Chu Shaoyang.

"Boy, if you're a man, just compete with me. Whoever loses will kneel down and kowtow three times!"

Glancing at the beautiful girl sitting under the tree, the young man in Chinese clothes looked at Chu Shaoyang proudly.

It is a kind of pleasure for him to trample under the feet of a beautiful woman who likes.

"Kneel down and kowtow?"

However, upon hearing this, Chu Shaoyang smiled coldly.

Looking at the haughty young man, he knew that this guy was the kind of guy who likes to show off in front of beautiful girls.

He smiled immediately and said, "I've grown up so much, and I haven't had that young master kneel down and kowtow to me. Since you want to kowtow to me so much, then I will help you."

After the words fell, Chu Shaoyang took a step forward, and actually took the initiative to attack the young man in Chinese clothes.

"Razer Blast!"

"Zi la la!"

If you don't make a move, then Chu Shaoyang will use his strongest martial skill, Thousand Thunder Palm!

The crimson electric current wrapped around Chu Shaoyang's palm, tore through the air, and angrily slashed towards the young man in Chinese clothes.

"Hmph, fancy but useless!"

"Furious Fist!"

Seeing that Chu Shaoyang's martial arts actually brought up waves of electricity, the young man in fine clothes smiled sarcastically and waved his arms. Immediately, a series of powerful fist shadows blasted the air and attacked Chu Shaoyang's vital parts.

"Hmph, this kid dares to fight against Senior Brother Yan with his cultivation at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. He is really looking for his own death!"

"Under Senior Brother Yan's berserk fist, he will definitely not be able to withstand three moves!"

"As soon as this kid dies, that beauty..."

Seeing the young man in Chinese clothes make a move, the companions who followed him were all excited.

It's just that compared to several people, the skinny old man looked at the crimson current brought by Chu Shaoyang, showing a dignified expression!

"Thunder attribute martial arts are among the many attribute martial arts with the strongest attack power. Anyone who can cultivate successfully has a strong talent."

"The young master is too underestimating the enemy!"

Different from his performance, although Ye Mei was also watching the competition in the arena, she seemed calm and breezy.

After getting along with each other these days, she has a clear understanding of Chu Shaoyang's strength.

She once saw Chu Shaoyang fight against three eighth-level monsters alone without defeat.

Among the monsters at the same level, they are much stronger than the human body. Even if the three eighth-level monsters can't do anything to Chu Shaoyang, she doesn't believe that an eighth-level spiritual martial artist on the other side can defeat Chu Shaoyang.

"boom!"

While she was watching the competition, Chu Shaoyang had already confronted the young man in Huafu three times, and the three times they were evenly divided.

"What the hell, how could this kid be so strong, at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he can withstand three attacks from Senior Brother Yan!"

"Pervert, this strength is simply pervert!"

Seeing that Chu Shaoyang and the young man in Huafu bombarded him three times in a row and they were even tied, everyone present was shocked.

"I thought how powerful the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm was, but now it seems that it's nothing more than that!"

After confronting each other again, Chu Shaoyang looked at the young man in fine clothes and smiled contemptuously.

"Boy, I have some strength, but it's over here."

Being insulted by a martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, the young man in Chinese clothes who has always been aloof, how can he bear it, he immediately waved his fist and blasted towards Chu Shaoyang!

"Frenzied Triple Strike!"

With a loud shout, three shadows of fists were seen, tearing through the air and blasting toward Chu Shaoyang.

"Is it over?"

"Yes, it's time to end!"

Looking at the opponent's powerful attack, red lightning bolts began to appear all over Chu Shaoyang's body, and the next moment, both palms were pushed out at the same time.

"Thunder sword pierces the heart!"

"Zi la la!"

With a shout, two scarlet thunder swords, under the shocked eyes of Ye Mei and the skinny old man, stabbed violently at the young man in Chinese clothes.

(End of this chapter)