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"Okay, let me show you something. The reason my Zhang family is eager to find someone to take refuge in is because our three brothers are dying soon."

"Without the presence of our three brothers, the Zhang family can only be reduced to a first-rate or second-rate force."

While speaking, Zhang Shiquan slowly unbuttoned his clothes, and then a shocking fist mark appeared on his chest.

Seeing that fist mark, Ye Chen, who had always been calm, couldn't help but instantly become dignified.

Then he stood up and walked forward slowly, looking carefully.

With Ye Chen's current strength, there are very few things in the world that can move him, but the scene in front of him shocked him a little.

"What a strong fist."

"Your injury shouldn't be new, right?"

Ye Chen saw some clues. Although Zhang Shiquan's injury seemed to be caused recently, he could still tell that it was not a new injury with his eyesight.

To be able to cause such an injury, at least Zhang Shiquan's fist will be ten times stronger than it is now.

Because this punch has already destroyed the internal organs, if Zhang Shiquan has the strength of a martial artist and has been using his potential to suppress it, an ordinary person would have died long ago.

Zhang Shiquan nodded with a wry smile: "This injury was caused twenty years ago."

"Twenty years ago?"

Ye Chen was slightly surprised.

"The person who made the strike is very strong. For more than 20 years, he can still keep the fist in your body. The strength of this person is probably the best among martial arts saints."

"Who is this person? There are such strong people in the world?"

Curiosity arose in Ye Chen's heart, and then there was a tinge of excitement. If the person who shot Zhang Shiquan didn't die, then he might be able to discuss with this person in the future.

After all, it is lonely to be invincible all the time.

Zhang Shiquan glanced at Ye Chen's flash of fighting intent, and couldn't help but look weird.

"Young master Ye really can't see who the person who made the shot is?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "I can't tell, I have never met someone with such strength. Judging from your injuries, this person's boxing skills may have reached the peak level, and it is difficult to find a second person in the world."

Zhang Shiquan was a little puzzled, how could Ye Chen not even know his grandfather's strength.

But he didn't think too much, and said slowly: "The person who made the shot is your grandfather."

"My grandpa?"

Ye Chen was even more surprised, his grandfather was so strong more than 20 years ago?

While speaking, Zhang Shiquan suddenly turned pale, his throat rolled, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Chen shot like lightning, pointed like a sword, and tapped Zhang Shiquan's chest a few times.

Miraculously, Zhang Shiquan's face turned rosy after Ye Chen finished his shot.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lin was overjoyed.

The second and third child of the Zhang family also seemed to see hope, and looked at Ye Chen with burning eyes.

"Master Ye, can you save my grandfather and the others?"

Zhang Lin asked quickly.

Ye Chen shook his head: "It can't be saved, I can only help them relieve their injuries and save them from suffering."

"My grandfather's punch contains his true martial arts."

"Everyone's true martial arts intentions are different, and they have been injured for too long. The fist intent has already eroded their internal organs. Forcibly dissolving the fist intent can only speed up their death time."

Hearing that even Ye Chen, who was as strong as Ye Chen, could not save his grandfather, Zhang Lin's hopeful face turned disappointed.

"But since it was caused by my grandfather, there is always a glimmer of hope."

"how to say?"

Zhang Lin asked quickly again.

"To untie the bell, you need the person who tied it. If you can find my grandfather and let him take action, maybe you can dispel this punch."

"But now I don't even know where my grandfather is. I only know that my grandfather's disappearance is related to the so-called Tianmen."

"The problem is that Tianmen is too mysterious. I haven't investigated the hiding place of Tianmen yet."

"Tianmen?" Zhang Shiquan's expression couldn't help but change when he heard the name.

"If Mr. Ye's disappearance is related to Tianmen, then I'm afraid I have no hope."

Ye Chen glanced at Zhang Shiquan and asked, "Do you know Tianmen?"

Zhang Shiquan nodded: "I heard something."

"I used to fight against people from Tianmen."

"It should have been twenty-five years ago. At that time, before I was injured, a strong man who called himself Tianmen came to our Zhang family late at night."

"He meant to let my Zhang family join Tianmen, and he promised a lot of benefits."

"The man even said that as long as I agree to lead the Zhang family to join Tianmen, I can help the second and third brothers break through the realm of martial saints."

"I was very tempted at the time, but later I heard that they were going to deal with Huaxia, so I rejected it."

"Although the conditions are very attractive, I don't want to sell my country for glory."

"After tearing my face apart, I had a fight with that person."

"The strength of that person is comparable to mine. I didn't keep him. When he left, he told me that sooner or later, Tianmen will rule the whole world."

Ye Chen nodded slightly, this is Tianmen's style.

Tianmen has been doing shady things all the time, secretly coercing and luring, and winning over martial arts experts from all walks of life.

It turned out that Tianmen wanted to infiltrate China more than 20 years ago.

Ye Chen didn't continue talking about Tianmen, but took out his mobile phone and sent a video to his father.

If we talk about the world, who else knows grandpa best.

Maybe it's just my own father.

The video was connected, and Ye Hancheng's honest face appeared on the screen.

Seeing this face before, Ye Chen still felt that his father was an honest man.

But seeing it now, he always feels that his father is an acting school.

Maybe this is the so-called psychological effect.

"Xiaochen, what's the matter?"

"Your mother and I are still on the way, and we will arrive at your place almost tomorrow."

Ye Chen nodded: "Well, I know."

"Dad, how much do you know about my grandpa?"

Ye Hancheng was stunned for a moment: "I don't know much, what's wrong?"

"A person here is injured. It is said that he was injured by grandpa, but I can't save him. Please take a look for me."

"Who did your grandfather hurt?"

"Then why save him? The person your grandfather beat must have had a problem with our family. You saved that person, aren't you asking for trouble?"

cough cough! ! !

When the four of Zhang Shiquan heard Ye Hancheng's voice on the phone, they coughed in embarrassment.

Ye Chen was so unmoved that he wasn't embarrassed at all.

What my father said was right, no matter who grandpa injured, he was the enemy of their family.

Saving the enemy is indeed a fool's act.

But now the Zhang family worships themselves as the master, and if they can save it, that's okay.

After all, what he valued was Zhang Shiquan's strength, a strong martial saint, and it was still somewhat useful.

As for whether Zhang Shiquan will be betrayed after saving Zhang Shiquan.

First of all, it is impossible for the Zhang family to do such a thing, unless they don't even want their face.

Second, that is strength.

Not to mention one Zhang Shiquan, even if there were two more Zhang Shiquan, he could easily kill them.

This is the confidence brought by strength.

And he has many enemies now.

Xuanmen, Tianmen, Yinzu, and those big forces in the future world.

Once the battle breaks out, even if I have three heads and six arms, I won't be able to handle it.

Always have some powerful subordinates to help you share some pressure.

And he can't do everything himself.

Could it be that there are strong people here who want to go there by themselves, and there are strong people who want to go there by themselves.

It's not that I have to be busy to death for the shopkeeper.

It's not easy to be a martial saint, but now there is a ready-made one, don't let it go for nothing.