Chapter 437

In one corner of the table, Chen Jie sips the tea in the cup, with a cool look. In his wise eyes, there is a flash of light, as if he is thinking.

At the other corner of the table, Qingyan is eating. The food in front of her is being thrown into Qingyan's bottomless mouth at the same speed as the naked eye.

At this time, a man in the inn came to Chen Jie's table with a dish.

"My Lord, this is a free dish from a small shop. I hope you will accept it with a smile."

With a smile on his face, the man said to Chen Jie, holding out a hand to pass the food to Chen Jie, but his other hand was quietly sliding back.

Chen Jie's face suddenly sank and his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him. He didn't pick up the dish. The atmosphere was so quiet and terrible.

"And gifts? Your shop is really good. I'll come back next time. "

Hearing that there are still some dishes to give away, Qingyan immediately comes to the spirit. Her face is happy, her eyes are shining, she puts down the food in her hand, gets up and walks towards the man in front of Chen Jie.

Qingyan stretched out her hands and went to take the dish with a smile.

All of a sudden, the guy's aura suddenly surged, especially what was behind him. With the blessing of aura, the cold light was everywhere, and the scene was full of tension.

The man suddenly moved, and pulled out a blue dagger with his right hand, which was not on the back. The spirit rushed into it crazily, and the cold light surged at the tip of the dagger.

"Go to hell, son of a bitch."

The man's face became very twisted. His eyes were a little red. A touch of satisfaction appeared on his dark face. He put out a dagger and stabbed at Chen Jie's head.

"Cold ice dagger, the intermediate Lingbao, is ye QingHan, the seventh killer in Huangfeng city. His strength has already reached the Ninth level of Zhuji, and he once had a record of killing a quadrupole expert."

Suddenly, in the crowd, someone exclaimed.

Chen Jie didn't hurry and didn't move. His eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, as if staring at a corpse.

"I think he was scared. It seems he can finish work earlier today." Leaf light cold heart secretly happy, the color of satisfaction on the face more prosperous a few minutes.

Qingyan is shocked to one side by the aura in ye QingHan's body. She falls heavily on the ground and can only watch the cold stab at Chen Jie.

Cold ice dagger on the cold awn huff and puff, in a moment has been close at hand, and ye QingHan's face is more and more prosperous.

The cold ice dagger penetrates directly into Chen Jie's head and penetrates it deeply.

Strangely enough, there was no blood in his head. On the contrary, Chen Jie's body had a feeling of gradual dissipation.

The leaf is light cold, the complexion changes greatly, running the aura in the body, the body shape suddenly abruptly retreats.

"Now that they're all here, stay."

A thick voice mixed with aura spread all over the inn, and the weaker people suddenly felt dizzy.

A white palm seemed to stretch out from the void, gently imprinted on ye QingHan's chest, without any trace of aura fluctuation.

However, only those who understand it know that this is the only way that quadrupole masters can use. The aura is compressed and condensed in the palm of the hand. When it touches the opponent's body, it will explode suddenly. In this way, the aura will not overflow and disperse, and its effect is much more efficient than that of the aura.

The more he can't feel the fluctuation of aura in this white palm, the more scared ye QingHan is.

Bang——

A huge sound suddenly explodes at the center of the palm of Ye QingHan and Chen Jie's hand. A very strong energy wave rushes around madly. Everything around is destroyed, and Qingyan has already disappeared in the same place.

Ye QingHan's body is like a boat in a huge wave. Under the power of Chen Jie's palm, it turns into a dark shadow and shoots out backwards. The blood in his mouth is spouting one after another, and then stops heavily on a wall outside the two houses.

At this time, the leaf light cold chest concave into a large piece, the body's clothes have been all broken, turned into powder. His face was pale, and the blood from the corner of his mouth was still pouring out. The whole person was not arrogant and domineering just now.

A large and a small figure slowly appeared in front of Ye QingHan.

Or the white clothes, not stained with dust, and standing on the side of the green Yan face is some fear, looking at the breath in front of you like silk leaf light cold.

"Well... Well..."

Ye QingHan leaned against the wall, looking frightened, and his lips wriggled to make a sound. But because of the heavy injury on his body, his words were all faltering, and sometimes he spurted some blood from his mouth.

Chen Jie looks at ye QingHan in front of him coldly and squats down slowly. The green light on his broad palm flickers and a strange grain appears.

Chen Jie's hands are directly pressed on both sides of Ye QingHan's temples. Suddenly, green lines are all over his brain. Ye QingHan's body is constantly shaking, his eyes are rolling, and the blood in his mouth is constantly pouring out.

"Come on! Surround this place and don't let anyone run away! "

All of a sudden, a small sound of footsteps, combined with the sound of armor cold soldiers hitting each other, sounded around Chen Jie, gradually forming a encirclement.

Chen Jie quickly gets up, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth. With a wave of his arm, the intermediate Lingbao cold ice dagger on the ground is put into his hand. Then he takes Qingyan beside him, turns into a dark shadow and disappears into the sky.

Shortly after Chen Jie left, a group of soldiers in silver armour and holding a long iron halberd quickly surrounded ye QingHan lying on the ground. All the cold awns pointed to him.

A man sprang out of the armored knight, with a golden light on his hands. A sacred breath emanated from the soldier. The soldier folded his hands, closed his eyes and pressed on ye QingHan's head.

And the crowd separated a humanitarian, a soldier in gold armor is coming this way.

His face was steady, his eyes were indifferent, and his breath was completely different from those of the silver knights. He was not angry and powerful.

This man is Wang Yan, the son of Wang Mou, the head of the Wang family.

Seeing Wang Yan coming from the crowd and squatting on the ground to explore ye QingHan's condition, the silver armour soldiers quickly got up and reported respectfully to Wang Yan

"My Lord, this man has suffered a very serious internal injury. His meridians and viscera have been shaken to pieces, and his soul has also received a very powerful impact."

Wang Yan gently waved his hand, indicating that the knight of silver armor stepped down.

Wang Yan's eyes are not locked in ye QingHan's serious injury, but turn to look at somewhere in the sky.

Somewhere in the sky that day was the direction that Chen Jie left with Qingyan in his arms just now.

"Chen Jie..."

Wang Yan's look is still indifferent, but his eyes are full of killing.