Ning Chen raised it one step at a time, and withdrew it one step at a time.

Nalan Zhan's brows flickered, and a pair of wrinkled arms poked out of the wide sleeves, like an eagle's hook, grabbing Ning Chen's throat bone.

This is the key point, once it is clamped, it will kill you on the spot.

"Snort."

Ning Chen's shoulders shrugged, and in the face of Nalan Zhanfu's attack, his body only showed a certain arc of inclination.

When the other party's palm wind passed by, the whole body, like a swaying tumbler, instantly returned to its original position.

Back and forth, he didn't move, steady as Mount Tai.

"Boom."

Nalan Zhan missed a move, and several breaths grew in his chest.

Then, his palms turned into two fists and hammered towards Ning Chen's chest, this move was so powerful that the void was rubbed into a terrible explosion.

Ning Chen's slender eyebrows were slightly flushed.

The next moment, the body like a pendulum clock leaned forward, and it was worthy of hitting Nalan Zhanfu's fist.

Pair by pair.

There was a burst of noise at the scene, and it seemed that the void was carrying a huge impact, and the dust rolled in the sky, inch by inch, rising from the ground.

"You are no match for this king."

Ning Chen, who was in the center, stretched out his free left hand and gently patted the dust on his shoulder.

At this scene, Nalan Zhan was solemn when he watched it.

After two attacks, the other party didn't even have the heart to make a move, what kind of realm is this?

Thinking about his Nalan Zhanfu, he has been in Ulaanbaatar for decades, although he conceals his identity and deliberately dresses up sloppy, but after all, he is a top master in the rivers and lakes.

It stands to reason that even if they are defeated, it is impossible for them to have such a big gap.

However, the current situation is basically that he doesn't even have a chance to let Ning Chen go all out.

The huge psychological gap made Nalan Zhan recover, and a sense of frustration surged in his heart.

He has been cultivating for decades, and finally broke through the Supreme, thinking that he was very strong, but now it seems that this river and lake is really outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

"Boom."

Nalan Zhan was unwilling to die, and came with a hammer with both fists.

This time, Ning Chen's five fingers were stretched out, and the moment the opponent's fist was approaching, he held it stiffly, and with a little force, Nalan Zhanfu's fist was twisted and deformed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The whole scene was filled with the sound of broken bones.

"You ......" Nalan Zhanfu clenched his teeth and inhaled deeply.

"It's too weak."

Ning Chen's arm twitched, and Nalan Zhanfu flew into the air, and the latter's body was like a short-term kite, booming, and falling into the courtyard behind him.

In the courtyard, hundreds of dead soldiers on the second floor looked at this scene with a nervous expression.

Especially the white-haired man who impersonated Zhan Fu, his eyes widened on the spot, and he couldn't believe it.

The identity of this sloppy old man, except for Ning Chen, who was broken at a glance, is the only one in the whole of Ulaanbaatar who knows, and at the same time understands the true strength of this person, which is terrifying.

On the second floor, there is a Jianghu sect on the surface, but it is actually a vanguard force to help the Nalan royal family keep an eye on Ulaanbaatar.

And the real Nalan Zhanfu is the strongest core of this team.

I thought that this master of the rivers and lakes was extremely powerful, but now it seems that he is not Ning Chen's opponent at all.

Thinking about it again, he was ashamed to assure Cao Zhi just now that capturing Ning Hetu alive was like after probing for something, and his whole expression was so hot that he felt embarrassed.

He takes himself too seriously, and he doesn't take Ning Hetu seriously.

In the end, it will only be a worse death.

"Hiss."

The white-haired man was cold, he already had a premonition that it would be difficult to escape today, even if there were hundreds of dead people at the scene, he might not be able to escape.

"Click."

The vermilion gate slowly opened.

Dressed in a python robe, Ning Chen, who was imposing, quietly appeared in the courtyard.

With his hands behind his back, he quietly stared at all the dead soldiers on the second floor in front of him, as if smiling.

The moon is white and shining, slowly falling.

The soft halo rendered the young man in front of him like a god, holy and spotless, as if no words in the world could describe his peerless demeanor.

A fresh breeze blows through the hall.

The sturdy python embroidered on the white robe described as a living thing, soaring through the clouds and mist, shocking the world.

Nalan Zhanfu, the white-haired man looked at Ning Chen with a solemn expression, except for the gradual shortness of breath, he couldn't make any sound.

"When it's dark and kills people, when the wind is high and the fire is set on fire, everyone, it's easy to walk on Huangquan Road."

Ning Chen smiled lightly, revealing a mouth full of brilliant white teeth, and then took a step, and the moonlight above the stars dimmed.

At the same time, outside the long and quiet streets.

There was a little girl with a double ponytail and a local dog, jumping nearby.

The little girl was wearing loose clothes that did not fit, and her face was covered with dust, as if she had not washed it in days.

Depending on the age, it is the same size as the red medicine.

When she arrived at the second floor, the little girl wiped her nose stiffly, and then took out a begonia flower with a smile, pretending to pin it to her ears with shame.

"Bao, the old man seems to be in trouble, and I don't know if he's dead."

The little girl, who was called by Nalan Zhan, squatted on the ground, spoke indifferently to the earth dog, and talked to herself.

……

The inner courtyard of the Cao family.

Cao Zhi is quickly organizing his own family, although with his weight, he does not have so much financial resources and ability to form a private army, but the family can still attract one or two hundred people.

In the entire inner courtyard, torches were beating and people were boiling.

According to expectations, today's Zhanfu will raid Ning Hetu's team, and he, as an ally, will naturally have to contribute.

"As long as Ning Hetu dies, Ulaanbaatar in the future will be Lao Tzu's final say, and you Shu Bo and others will go to hell with you."

Cao Zhi took a sip of tea lightly, his expression hideous.

Famous families have always been very ambitious, with his Cao Zhi's intentions, after all the development in Ulaanbaatar for so many years, it is time to take a few more steps forward and become the only master of the city.

And Shufu, which is far away on another street, is also closely following the dynamics of Ulaanbaatar and Ningchen.

The news he got was much more careful than Cao Zhi, who was still in the dark.

For example, Ning Hetu found the second floor alone.

For example, hundreds of dead people on the second floor were surrounded in the courtyard.

"This guy is really a master of art and bold, and he went alone?"

After Shu Bo learned these news, he was dumbfounded on the spot, knowing that the strength of the second-story Zhanfu was superb, and it was far from being able to deal with ordinary people.

Raising his head and looking at the peach blossoms outside the courtyard, which were unintentionally destroyed by the breeze, Shu Bo took a deep breath for no reason, and a few minutes later, another message made his whole face pale.

"Ninghetu, Ninghetu, your style of acting is really decisive, which is breathtaking."

(End of chapter)