The Immortal Pit was called the Valley of the Wicked by Ye Chen, and along the way, Tang Luotong didn't agree with him to describe this place like this.

After all, it is the place where he grew up, and after coming here, looking at the lush vegetation and picturesque ghostly workmanship, he can't contact the word villain.

But before she could jump out of the car, why did she rush up and beat someone.

"Eighteen grandpa, I haven't slept all night, can't I wait!"

Ye Chen sighed with a wry smile, but there was no response to his words.

The crane-haired and child-faced old man looked like he was over eighty years old, but he still looked like a naughty boy, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The fists shook, directly covering Ye Chen, and the corners of his clothes were brought up by the fist wind, without a trace of mercy.

Ye Chen could only dodge quickly, begging for mercy in his mouth, but the old man fought even harder.

"Boy, I haven't seen you for three years, you must have itchy skin, come on, I'll stretch my bones today!"

The old man, known as the eighteenth grandfather, is not deaf and blind, his movements are clean and neat, and his steps are even more agile.

kept circling around Ye Chen, and that fist never left Ye Chen's vital point.

Fortunately, after all, he is old, and Ye Chen, who is in the prime of life, is still far from each other in terms of physical fitness, and in less than ten minutes, his sweat will come down.

"I said eighteen, you can't do it, look at me!"

At this moment, an old man with a white beard on the side reached out and grabbed a black dagger and pounced on it.

The black dagger flashed with black light, extremely sharp, and hit Ye Chen's waist, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he spoke as if chatting, but he was not light at all.

"Sixth grandfather, you also come to join in the fun, don't play with knives at such an old age, and cut yourself again!"

Ye Chen rolled on the spot with a wry smile, where the blade passed, with a chill, if it was stabbed, it would either be dead or injured.

It's not a good thing that you're still messing around like this in your nineties.

"Boy, don't you look down on my old bones, come on, come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

The sixth grandfather laughed, with a touch of his wrist, his body rotated quickly like a spinning top, and the eighteenth grandfather on the other side was not lazy, and there was no hesitation in striking left and right.

"Take me one, watch the stick!"

There was a gust of wind in his ears, and Ye Chen hurriedly flipped back, followed by the place where he landed just now, and he had already been smashed out of a pit with a wooden stick.

Immediately after, an old man in his eighties also rushed forward, with an eyebrow-level short stick in his hand that was extremely powerful, with a power that was undoubtedly matched.

"Eighth grandfather, you're still alive!"

Turning over, Ye Chen's cat waist dodged the opponent's long stick, and at the same time turned forward, dodging the attacking dagger.

With both hands probed, his palms clapped on his fists, it looked like he couldn't fight today, but when he came back that time, it seemed that he was treated like this.

"Good boy, this mouth is still so tricky, let the old lady give you a long memory today!"

While speaking, a seventy-year-old woman also rushed in, and greeted Ye Chen's face with a wave of her palms.

"Sixth grandma, you also do it, have you eaten breakfast!"

One turned around to avoid the sixth grandmother's palms, and Ye Chen also regained his hippie smiling face.

However, this is not the end, one after another old men flocked to Ye Chen, as if they had some deep hatred, and all kinds of weapons were all beckoned.

This frightened Tang Luotong on the side, no wonder this is the Valley of the Wicked, why are the uncles and aunts here so fierce.

If it's just a combination of fists and feet, it's okay, but now the sticks are all light, the sharp dagger is swirling against Ye Chen, and the heavy ghost head knife is even more powerful.

There are also all kinds of long guns and short sticks, and there is an eighty-year-old man wielding a Guan Gong knife, and more than a dozen old men and old ladies surround Ye Chen, mercilessly.

If they were in the city, these uncles and aunts would probably be frequent visitors to the square dance in the park at night, but now looking at the momentum, Tang Luotong really didn't dare to watch it.

I'm afraid that when I see Ye Chen being dismantled, she won't know how to cry when she cries.

The struggle continued, and more than a dozen old men and old ladies really seemed to see the enemy, if it weren't for Ye Chen's shouting from his grandparents one by one, he really thought that there was some deep hatred.

For more than 20 minutes, Ye Chen was still shuttling, and Tang Luotong, who didn't know kung fu, could only watch anxiously.

But just when she thought that these martial arts masters would be a little measured, suddenly Ye Chen screamed.

Tang Luotong saw it clearly, the eyebrow short stick just now hit him directly in the back, and at the same time, Ye Chen's mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Before Tang Luotong could react, those old men and old ladies had already rushed up and punched and kicked Ye Chen who fell to the ground.

"I said I would come back once a year, but I didn't show up for three years, and I thought you were dead!"

While fighting, several old men and old ladies shouted, it felt really like chatting, but there was no intention to stop in their hands.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting, let's kill again! ”

These old people are not ordinary, seeing Ye Chen huddled on the ground with his head in his arms and being punched and kicked, Tang Luotong hurriedly ran over in a panic.

"This kid is so good, he can't be killed, Luo Qiao, don't worry!"

With a kind smile on her face, the sixth grandmother turned her head to Tang Luotong and said, but she called her sister's name out of her mouth.

"That's it, if you don't fight today, he's itchy all over, and he hasn't been beaten for three years, and today is a combination of the first three times!"

Grandpa Eighteen also laughed and said, not forgetting to kick twice when he spoke.

"Grandpa, grandma, really don't fight, he'll really die if he beats again!"

Tang Luotong was worried, just now she saw Ye Chen's mouthful of blood gushing out, this Valley of the Wicked is really a terrible place.

"Locho, when did you become so considerate, didn't you always think we didn't fight hard enough!"

The sixth grandmother smiled kindly, but her subordinates were not slacking off at all, and the kick was loud.

"That's it, Lo Qiao, I don't want to see you for a few years and I don't want us, so speaking of which, you should also fight!"

Grandpa Eighteen said to Tang Luotong with a smile, but as he spoke, he shook his fists and smashed at Tang Luotong's head and face.

"Ahh

I didn't expect that she would be beaten, Tang Luotong didn't know how to dodge, and when she saw her fist smashing, she closed her eyes screaming.

But just as the fist was about to hit her in the door, it suddenly stopped.

"You're not Locho!"

Grandpa Eighteen's face was grim, and he looked at Tang Luotong with his eyes closed, if it was Luo Qiao, she would have avoided it a long time ago.

And this sentence suddenly made all the old men and old ladies stop, and looked at Tang Luotong with a surprised expression.