The general was awed by the sharpness in Chen Yan's eyes. He regretted his recklessness for a moment. However, he thought that the prince's delicacy must not be able to bind a chicken. Moreover, the prince Rong had been dissatisfied because of this boy.

"Competition means competition. Although I'm just a small general, I'm much better than the little white face who has no power to bind a chicken." The man looked arrogant, and Chen Yan was speechless.

Chen Yan was very curious. Who gave these people the courage to kick his nose and face at the prince of a country? Even if this was an army, they would not accept him, could they not be so careless?

However, Chen Yan glanced back roughly and saw Chen Suqing's face, and suddenly realized that it was Chen Suqing's face for you.

Chen Yan's eyes grew colder.

He made a gesture to the man to attack him first.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. It seemed that Chen Yan's "little white face" was so arrogant that he had the intention to teach him a lesson. He gave a big drink and rushed up, making a straight fist and facing his face.

As fast as the speed is, if it is an ordinary person, this blow will fly him. In Chen Yan's eyes, that person's move is as slow as ten times. Chen Yan's cold mouth spits out a sentence of "looking for death". With a speed as fast as a ghost, he quickly evades the fist, and then seizes the man's shoulder, as if he were pulling a chicken, and then he backward Shake, bend your knees and hit the man in the stomach.

After a second, the world seemed to be quiet. Then, only a "puff" was heard. The man had been severely thrown on the ground by Chen Yan, and the flying dust was brought up because of the man. The man was so painful that he couldn't make any sound. He was lying on the ground and wriggled painfully. He could only breathe in his voice.

The world is quiet

All the other officers and men were frightened. No one thought that the prince, who had been in the barracks for nearly ten years, would have been knocked down by the prince.

Chen Yan raised his eyebrows coldly, "does anyone want to fight with me?" If they do not show their true strength, they will certainly not accept him, and may even prefer Chen Suqing's side.

A black faced military general with scar on his face, full of flesh and build like a hill, said gruffly: "his grandmother, I don't believe it today!"

After that, he stormed over and raised his fist. If his fist was hard as iron, he could kill an ox without exaggeration.

However, Chen Yan just held out his hand. The black faced man's fist hit Chen Yan's palm, and he could not move any more. Everyone could not believe that this was a strange scene, but a more strange one happened.

Chen Yan slowly closed his hand and pulled the black faced general's wrist down. Then he heard a crisp bone fracture. Even though he was not afraid of pain, he could not help but howl.

"Click." There was a crisp bone sound again. The man was sweating with pain. But he pulled his arm back and found that his arm which had been torn by Chen Yan had been taken back by him.

At the scene, people can't help feeling a little cold on the soles of their feet.

The prince It seems different from the rumo

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