Seeing that this fat man actually dared to make a move on himself, Yan Changqing couldn't help but snort coldly, the mana in his body surged, and when Director Zhang's handcuffs were still nearly twenty centimeters away from him, they were blocked by an invisible force.

"Huh?!"

Seeing that the handcuffs in his hand were actually blocked twenty centimeters away from the middle-aged man in front of him, Director Zhang's face suddenly showed surprise.

"Get out!"

Just when Director Zhang was about to raise his head and call others for help, Yan Changqing shouted angrily, and an invisible wave of qi directly shook Director Zhang back four or five steps away, and sat down on the ground.

Seeing this scene, several other policemen hurriedly rushed out of the police car and surrounded Yan Changqing in the middle, and the elderly criminal policeman even pulled out a pistol from his waist.

When he saw the muzzle of the black hole pointed directly at him, Yan Changqing's heart suddenly drummed, if it was fifty steps away, he could barely block the pistol bullet with his feng shui skills, but now the gun-wielding policeman was only five steps away from him, if he shot, he didn't have a chance.

"Don't move! Squat down with your head in your hands! ”

Several young policemen were a little cowered after seeing the old Taoist priest throwing Director Zhang away with one hand just now, and now after seeing Yan Changqing roar back Director Zhang.

Especially after hearing that a bizarre murder had just happened here, and it may not be man-made, my heart was even more clouded by this place.

However, after seeing the old policeman who led the team and took out their pistols, several people calmed down, clenched the batons in their hands one after another, and began to slowly force Yan Changqing in the encirclement.

Seeing this scene, Yan Changqing, even if he was still a little afraid of the pistol, he couldn't care so much at the moment, he had been going back and forth in Qinghe City for more than ten years, and even the mayor's house He was a frequent visitor, when had he ever been bullied like this.

Immediately, they had to use their mana to strike first, and the treaty stipulated that their cultivators should not easily kill mortals, but it did not mean that they could not fight back when they were attacked.

At this moment, a sudden breeze blew, and a faint voice like a breeze slowly drifted into the ears of Yan Changqing and several policemen who surrounded him.

"What's the matter, it's just one person, does it take that long to bring it here?"

When Yan Changqing heard this, he hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw that Wang Yue had appeared beside him at some point, although the words just now were said to him, his eyes did not look at him at all, but instead looked at the old policeman with a pistol.

"Senior Wang, I ......"

Yan Changqing was about to explain something, but Wang Yue directly raised his hand to interrupt: "Okay, go and take that old man away, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Yes!"

Yan Changqing agreed, so he stopped paying attention to the policemen around him, reached out and opened the car door directly, and pulled out the old man who looked ordinary and even embarrassed in the car.

"Ouch ouch...... Don't be so rude, old man, I'm all wounded. ”

The old Taoist priest bared his teeth and shouted as he obediently got out of the car.

Yan Changqing was quite surprised by the physical fitness of this old man, obviously he looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, and the injuries on his body seemed to be beaten lightly, but there was no inconvenience between actions, and he was still alive.

At this time, Director Zhang, who had been shocked by Yan Changqing before, also came back to his senses, rubbed his wrist again and rushed forward, snatched the baton from the hand of one of the policemen, turned on the switch, and suddenly the slightest arc "cracked!" Pulsing.

"You guys! How daring! Not only did he dare to beat the police, but now he dares to openly rob the murderer in front of the police! Now I will arrest you according to the law! ”

Seeing Director Zhang swinging his baton and about to smash it at Wang Yue at the front, Huang Huide hurriedly ran to Director Zhang's side, grabbed his arm holding the baton, and explained urgently: "Oh, Director Zhang, you misunderstood, the old gentleman you arrested is not a murderer, this case has been solved, this Mr. Yan's behavior just now is indeed a little excessive, I apologize to you for him, you just look at my face, right?" ”

"Your face?"

When Director Zhang heard this, he seemed to have heard some big joke, and after laughing, he glared at Huang Huide with a gloomy face and said angrily: "You dare to ask me for face?" You go and ask your county magistrate to see if he dares to ask me for this face?! Dare to beat Lao Tzu? If you don't pick up your skin today, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Zhang! ”

After speaking, Director Zhang's thick arm waved and directly threw Huang Huide aside, and then picked up the baton flashing with an arc in his hand and smashed it down on Wang Yue's head.

Director Zhang watched the baton in his hand fall with a hideous smile on his face, and he could already imagine the scene of Wang Yue falling to the ground and howling miserably after being hit by the stick.

Dare to beat him Zhang Wanrong, in the past 30 years, in addition to his old man, it is the old guy surnamed Yan and the old beggar just now, since this kid in school uniform is in the same group as them, then there is nothing to say, let's teach a lesson first.

Several other policemen with batons and the middle-aged policeman with guns all looked away slightly, and couldn't bear to look at Wang Yue anymore, this teenager would inevitably end up miserable today.

Huang Huide also closed his eyes, if this stick smashed at Yan Changqing, he believed that Yan Changqing's ability would be enough to deal with it.

However, Wang Yue's words, he had no confidence at all, although Yan Changqing had always been respectful to Wang Yue, but Wang Yue was his student after all, and he had always been bullied at school, if he really had any strength, how could he not resist.

Among the people present, only Yan Changqing and the old Taoist priest's faces did not change at all, as if they were not worried about Wang Yue's comfort at all.

Yan Changqing has seen Wang Yue's skills, not to mention his martial arts cultivation, even with his cultivation of Dao realm real people, it is more than enough to deal with a mere baton.

The old Taoist priest didn't even look at it, he just closed his eyes and recuperated, a person who can even clean up an old ghost with enough strength to have the peak of the Dao realm, will be injured by a few ordinary people? As for the next thing here, I believe that with Yan Changqing's power in Qinghe City, it is enough to settle it, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

Wang Yue looked at the electric baton smashed at him, the cold glint in his eyes flashed, if this stick was smashed on the head of an ordinary person, I am afraid that if he didn't die, he would have to lose half his life.

He has always been the only one who kills, when will it be someone else's turn to kill him, since this fat man is looking for death by himself, then why should he be polite to him.

Immediately, the next moment when Zhang Wanrong made a move, Wang Yue also made a move, only to see that his right hand, which was originally behind him, suddenly retracted, and then slapped towards the electric baton that smashed on his head.

Seeing that this little rabbit cub actually dared to use his flesh palm to connect the electric baton that turned on the power supply, Zhang Wanrong's face suddenly showed a cruel smile and said secretly: "Since you are looking for death, then don't blame me!" ”

He has already made up his mind, first abolish this kid's right hand along with his right arm, and then bring it back to the bureau to clean up slowly, after all, there is still Huang Huide here, and he doesn't dare to really do anything to Wang Yue, as for abolishing his right arm, it was he who hit the electric baton himself, and it has nothing to do with him Zhang Wanrong.

However, between the lightning and flint, the electric baton in Zhang Wanrong's hand had already fallen less than half a meter in front of Wang Yue, and Wang Yue's right palm also hit the electric baton flashing with a faint blue arc at the same time.

The moment Wang Yue's white jade-like palm slapped on the electric baton, several other policemen closed their eyes at the same time, they were naturally very clear about the power of the electric baton, so in their opinion, the student's right hand was useless today.

Sure enough, just as they closed their eyes, a miserable howl came into their ears, accompanied by a miserable howl, and "Bang! A crisp and loud slap was born, and then, in less than two seconds, there was another "bang!" The sound of a heavy object falling and the sound of glass shattering.

"Ahh Yes...... My hand! Yes! My face...... It hurts! ”

After hearing the incessant screams, the policemen who had closed their eyes felt that something was wrong, how could this voice sound so familiar, not like the voice of the high school student.

Thinking of this, several policemen and Huang Huide hurriedly opened their eyes and saw a scene that made them stunned.

I saw that the picture they expected that the high school student should be smashed to the ground by a stick, holding his right arm and crying miserably, did not appear, and the kid was still standing in place, not even moving half a minute.

Several people couldn't help but move their gazes down and fell on Wang Yue's right hand, only to see that Wang Yue's right hand was casually hanging to his side at the moment, but it was still as smooth and delicate as white jade, and there was not even a trace of being burned by electricity.

Just when everyone's faces were stunned, another miserable howl sounded, pulling everyone's consciousness back.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw Zhang Wanrong lying on the hood of the police car he was riding in before for some reason, the windshield in front of the car had been smashed and completely cracked, and the fat on Zhang Wanrong's left cheek cracked a bloody mouth that was more than ten centimeters long, and blood gushed out of it, staining his entire face red, and the baton he was holding in his hand before now does not know where it has gone.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the heads of those policemen were a little confused, this result is unreasonable, shouldn't the student be beaten down with a stick? Why did Zhang Wanrong fly to the hood of the police car now.

However, they didn't have time to think about what was going on, so they didn't care about surrounding Wang Yue and them anymore, so they hurriedly ran to Zhang Wanrong's side and helped him down from the police car.