Martial arts long journey

Chapter 117

In the eyes of other warriors, Zhou Yan is just a stunned young man who just came out of the arena.

Only passionate young people like them can't understand this kind of molesting of women.

But any old fritters who have been hanging out in the martial arts world for a period of time will never go against others for no reason.

Of course, it is precisely because these warriors have such a mind that they can never achieve great things, and can only make a living at the bottom of the martial arts world.

However, Zhou Yan was not like what those low-level warriors thought in their hearts. He only came out after not watching the warrior surnamed Chen molesting the girl. Zhou Yan was just different from person to person.

Although Zhou Yan's temper could not be said to be indifferent, he would definitely not meddle in other people's affairs.

If it were someone else who had nothing to do with Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan would definitely not get involved in this kind of shit.

But that girl was different, she had just given Zhou Yan a jar of spiritual wine with extraordinary healing properties, how could Zhou Yan continue to watch from the sidelines?

Since the girl was restricted and unable to display her true martial arts strength, Zhou Yan naturally didn't mind helping her out, and at the same time showing some kindness.

Although Zhou Yan's injuries hadn't fully healed yet, he still had no problem dealing with the two drunkards.

At the same time, the old man who had been sleeping soundly couldn't help stretching, and climbed up from the counter sleepily.

However, the old man did not help the girl, but instead watched Zhou Yan with interest.

And after that girl saw Zhou Yan in his early years, her beautiful face also showed a gleam of joy.

For that girl, being able to solve the trouble without revealing her strength is naturally a very good thing.

Although the girl's heart was full of joy, the mood of the martial artist surnamed Chen was not so beautiful.

"Hey?! There is really a stunned head!"

I saw that martial artist surnamed Chen first turned around and looked around the restaurant, then shrugged his shoulders, sneered at Zhou Yan and said, "Little brother, my grandfather is seventy-nine this year, and he can still eat three big bowls for every meal." Fan, do you know why?!"

"Oh? Why?!"

Hearing the voice of the martial artist surnamed Chen, although Zhou Yan's face was still extremely dull, he still spoke very cooperatively.

"Little brother, haven't you heard of what it means to not mind your own business and eat three bowls of food?!"

While speaking, the martial artist surnamed Chen couldn't help showing a gloomy look in his eyes. He immediately abandoned the girl and grabbed Zhou Yan with his hands and claws.

"I've never heard of what it means to not mind your own business and eat three bowls of food, but I know that you probably won't live to your grandfather's age!"

Seeing such a situation, the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth couldn't help curling into a smile that was not a smile,

After that, he suddenly extended a sword finger from his right hand, avoiding the eagle claws caught by the martial artist surnamed Chen for a moment, and then hit the martial artist surnamed Chen's wrist first.

Although Zhou Yan is still injured, he is definitely not something that a warrior who has just stepped into the blood quenching realm can compete with.

What's more, the power of Zhou Yan's practice of spring and winter is terrifying.

"Crack!"

But there was a crisp sound of bone cracking suddenly, and the wrist of the martial artist surnamed Chen was broken by Zhou Yan's finger.

"what!"

The martial artist surnamed Chen immediately let out a miserable cry of pain, and was thrown back by Zhou Yan's tyrannical force, smashing the wooden table behind him to pieces.

"Brother Chen, don't panic, I, Qian, will avenge you right now!"

And the martial artist who was at the same table with the martial artist surnamed Chen, after seeing his friend fall in front of him, picked up the iron mace standing on the side of the long wooden bench with one hand, and slashed towards Zhou Yan head-on.

If it was at other times, even if the wrist of the warrior's father surnamed Qian was broken, he would not have the guts to attack Zhou Yan at all, let alone a friend who is a drunkard.

Because anyone with a little discernment would know that Zhou Yan was definitely not something that he and the martial artist surnamed Chen, two mere warriors in the blood quenching realm, could compete with.

It's a pity that at this moment, this martial artist surnamed Qian is at the time when the spirit of alcohol is on the rise.

Not to mention Zhou Yan, I'm afraid it's the Heavenly King Lao Tzu who is here, and this martial artist surnamed Qian has the guts to use his mace and draw a couple of blows.

However, Zhou Yan naturally couldn't give him this chance at all, and Zhou Yan's steps moved instantly.

Zhou Yan didn't even use his weapon, and immediately missed the iron mace of the warrior surnamed Qian like a dragon, and stamped it on the warrior surnamed Qian's chest with a fleshy palm.

"Push!"

Zhou Yan's hidden strong inner strength immediately shattered the heart of the martial artist surnamed Qian, and slapped him directly back to the martial artist surnamed Chen.

At this moment, the martial artist surnamed Chen with a broken wrist had already sobered up due to the severe pain, and he didn't know that he was causing trouble.

Especially after seeing his friend being killed by Zhou Yan's palm with his own eyes, a deep sense of horror and fear suddenly rose in his heart.

"Master, it's the little one who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai. The little one drank a few catties of cat urine and got a little confused and provoked you, sir. I also ask you, sir, not to remember the villain's mistakes, and spare the little dog's life."

Afterwards, the martial artist surnamed Chen didn't care about the severe pain coming from his wrist, he fell to his knees in front of Zhou Yan with a plop, begging tremblingly.

Seeing such a situation, the corners of Zhou Yan's mouth couldn't help but playfully curled up.

For example, martial artists surnamed Chen, who are at the lowest level in the martial arts world, never take their own face into consideration. As long as they can survive, they can give up anything.

Moreover, in the view of the warrior surnamed Chen, if Zhou Yan has such profound strength at such a young age, he must be a disciple of a great sect.

For example, a disciple of this kind of great sect has always had a good face. As long as he lowers his posture, he should not be embarrassed any more.

It's a pity that the martial artist surnamed Chen didn't know that Zhou Yan had never been a soft-hearted person.

"You just told me a truth, how about I teach you a truth too?"

I saw Zhou Yan slowly reaching out to caress the Tianling cover of the martial artist surnamed Chen, and speaking in a calm tone.

"Master, you said, the little one must be remembered!"

The martial artist surnamed Chen raised his head cautiously and said with a smile.

"Remember it well, the truth I gave you today is...you will be blamed if you don't die if you beat a snake!"

A trace of coldness appeared in Zhou Yan's eyes, and a tyrannical inner strength gushed out of Zhou Yan's palm, and directly imprinted fiercely on the Tianling Gai of the martial artist surnamed Chen.

The martial artist surnamed Chen didn't struggle at all, and went limp in an instant, and even at the moment of death, his face was full of flattering expressions.

(End of this chapter)