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"What about you, how many people did you kill? Tell me and I'll give you pointers." Ye Chen seemed not to care about killing people, and said casually.

If it was placed before Ye Chen had seen 32 flying swords in one hand, Pang Qingyuan would definitely express his disdain for this sentence of "pointing and pointing". It is a pity that the reality is here, and Pang Qingyuan will not admit it. Ye Chen His flying sword kung fu is far better than his own, and he immediately expressed humility and said: "Because of the five elements gathering evil formation, this junior has killed sixteen people."

"Only sixteen!" Ye Chen's expressionless, casual look made Pang Qingyuan think that he was definitely a murderous senior.The reason is very simple. When those defenders heard Pang Qingyuan say that he had killed sixteen people, they would definitely yell that inhumanity deserved to die——

Obviously, that's what Su Wangcheng scolded on the side.

"Senior, please tell me, how many have you killed?" Pang Qingyuan became more and more humble, trying to curry favor with Ye Chen. In order to learn more advanced flying sword skills, Pang Qingyuan was going all out to make himself ashamed.

"I've only killed one." Ye Chen usually focuses on shocking and intimidating, and he has never killed anyone. "That person is you."

Speaking of which, Ye Chen raised his arms up, a flying sword with a cold light, following Ye Chen's gestures, flying in the air, one by one like living creatures. "Go!" Ye Chen waved at Pang Qingyuan, this kind of person who treats human life as nothing is a disaster if he stays in the world.However, Ye Chen didn't think that he was killing harm for the people. Ye Chen only thought that if he killed Pang Qingyuan, he would not be able to trouble Su Wangcheng and Su Yingluo again.

"You can't kill me...I'm from the Red Devil...ah..."

Pang Qingyuan didn't expect that this "highly respected" murderer would kill without blinking an eye. He was chatting and laughing just now, but his expression changed in a blink of an eye.

Before finishing a sentence, 64 flying swords pierced through Pang Qingyuan's body almost at the same time. Pang Qingyuan snorted, 64 more transparent holes appeared on his body, and immediately blood gushed out like money.

"Gather!" Ye Chen gestured again, and the 64 flying swords flying in the air condensed into a shape of imperial edict, enveloping Pang Qingyuan's body, and then there was only a popping sound, a ball of flames without warning After burning for more than ten minutes, the only dagger fell from the air and fell to the ground, making a crisp dragon chant sound.

As for Pang Qingyuan's wreck, which had been pierced through more than 60 holes, there was not even a single bone left.

"He, he, he's dead? Ye Chen! Did you kill someone?!" Nan Murong thought that the boy who smashed basketballs in his past would turn out to be such a murderous guy, and immediately took two steps back in fright. The more than 60 transparent holes just now scared Nan Murong to tears. No matter how strong a woman is, she is still a woman—even if it is a man, I am afraid that I have never seen this when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.

"No..." Ye Chen spread his hands innocently: "Which eye of yours saw me kill someone? He should have run away by himself, right? You see, he knows kung fu and is so scary. How can I beat this kind of person?" What about people?" The goblin master's wife said, killing someone or something is not a big deal, and if you don't get caught, it's not a big deal.

In fact, Ye Chen felt that what the goblin master's wife said was not entirely true, even if it was seen by others, it was not a big deal.

"Yes, yes, I ran away. I saw it with my own eyes." Su Wangcheng has worked hard in the shopping mall for many years, and he has become a mature man, so he quickly covered it up for Ye Chen.

"Father-in-law, your eyesight is really good." Ye Chen said with admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"..."

Ye Chen walked over and picked up the only remaining flying sword from the ground, "Hey, what is this?"

Beside Feijian, there is also a small red leather notebook, about the size of a palm, with a big word "magic" written in fluttering characters on the cover.

Ye Chen picked it up and opened it, and it read, "Red Devil, Action Team, Pang Qingyuan. Number [-]."

In the upper right corner next to it, a one-inch bareheaded photo of Pang Qingyuan is attached.

"Red Devil? What kind of organization is this?" Ye Chen asked thoughtfully.

Even Su Wangcheng shook his head this time, he only knew that Pang Qingyuan and Pang Shiyuan brothers were not easy to mess with, but he didn't know what the organization Pang Qingyuan belonged to was Red Devils.

"Whatever, whatever it is, the person is already dead anyway." Ye Chen flicked his fingers, and Xiao Hongben flew into the air, and immediately there was a bang, a flame wrapped Xiaohongben, burning violently.

The other flying sword, Ye Chen knew it was a must-have mother sword for practicing the Flying Sword Sect's Palm Heart Sword, so he immediately put it away carefully and put it away.

"Father-in-law, you should believe that something will happen here this time, right? Hurry up and tear it down. It will save lives." Ye Chen didn't care at all who would die in the Five Elements Gathering Formation, whether to kill people or to clean up others , Ye Chen only saw one thing, and that was his mood.

He was not in a good mood today, so Pang Qingyuan had no choice but to be a living target.

"I... Let me discuss it." Many things, Su Wangcheng is not alone can decide.

"Ye Chen, how did you practice your flying sword skills?"

After bidding farewell to the vacillating Su Wangcheng from Wangyue Mountain Villa, Su Yingluo immediately resumed her twittering and affectionate appearance, asking non-stop along the way.

Nanmu also pricked up his ears, the question that Su Yingluo wanted to ask was indeed what Nanmu cared about.

"It doesn't need to be practiced, I am such a great genius boy..." Ye Chen started talking nonsense again.

"Do you believe what you said?" Nanmu said helplessly. This kid is too lazy to make up a lie. He is hopeless.

Ye Chen was briefly absent-minded about Nan Murong's question. "Hey, actually I don't believe it myself. But I'm really not born with this ability. I have practiced for two months."

"Teach us!" Su Yingluo suggested.

"It's fine for me to protect you. This kind of kung fu is not suitable for girls." Ye Chen directly rejected Su Yingluo's suggestion.

"You have to protect me too!" Nanmu leaned over.

"That won't work, you are too slow in development, you don't even have breasts, it's so embarrassing to think of you!"

"Then you can teach me Kung Fu." Nanmu actually didn't want Ye Chen to protect herself every day, she wanted to learn Kung Fu like a kung fu, which was her real goal.

"That's it,...that's fine. But there is one thing to say first, don't have any unreasonable thoughts about me." Ye Chen was cheap and behaved.

"Ye Chen! You will die miserably!" Nanmu gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.

Who knew that Ye Chen was going to teach it now, and took out a long piece of yellow paper from his jacket pocket, on which was a ghostly symbol drawn with cinnabar.Ye Chen stuffed the spell into Nanmu's arms, patted and said, "Okay, it's done!"

"Bring this? What I want to learn is flying sword!" Nanmu didn't think this piece of yellow paper would be of any use.