At the same time, Nangong Qiyu drove his newly bought Lamborghini bull slowly to the manor.

The person sitting in his co-pilot was Hua Yuerong, and at this time, both of them had a faint smile on their faces.

When Nangong Qiyu drove the car to the gate, he happened to see Yan Zheng standing at the door wearing a monk's robe.

He frowned slightly, opened his mouth and said to Yan Zheng: "Hey! Monk, if you want to beg for food, this is not the place you should come."

Yan Zheng, who had a smile on his face, suddenly turned gloomy.

At this time, Hua Yuerong whispered: "Young Master, don't say it so badly, it's called begging for alms, not begging for food."

Nangong Qiyu said distractedly: "Isn't begging for alms the same as begging for food? Moreover, people say a few good things to say, or even kneel down and kowtow a few times. At most, this monk begging for alms is to say a few words of Amitabha."

As he said that, he said to Yan Zheng again: "Hey, that monk, have you heard it? Get out of here quickly. Turn straight ahead and turn left. There is a shop. Go there to ask for it..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly his eyes went dark, and Yan Zheng's tall figure appeared in front of him, and asked with a strange smile on his face:

"Amitabha, donor, what did you say just now? I have not heard it clearly, so please say more."

Yan Zheng pressed his hand on Daniu's car door with one hand, and he saw his fingers slightly exerting force.

The car door made of carbon fiber and materials instantly showed five deep finger marks.

When Nangong Qiyu saw the five finger marks, he was stunned at first, and then he became angry and instantly got angry.

"My grass, you smelly monk, the big cow I just bought, you dare to break it for me?"

Nangong Qiyu, who was angry, did not expect how much power it would take to pinch the fingerprints of the car door made of carbon fiber and materials.

Just thinking that the new car I finally asked my mother to buy was broken, and the anger in my heart surged.

Yan Zheng's martial arts talent is far beyond ordinary people, and he is an extremely arrogant person himself.

Unexpectedly, today I was not only treated as a beggar, but also scolded, and a surge of anger ignited in my heart.

"Amitabha, the donor violated the three poisons of the Buddha. As a disciple of my Buddhist Buddhism, I am willing to try poison with my body and eliminate it for the donor."

Hua Yuerong, who was standing beside him, was shocked when she heard this and hurriedly said, "Master, wait."

However, Yan Zheng had already taken action with a sneer.

I saw him clawing his left hand, pinching Nangong Qiyu's neck and lifting him out of the car.

But at this moment, Hua Yuerong's manual was done.

"The mage stops."

With a delicate shout, a white light instantly cut out from her hand, shooting towards Yan Zheng, who was pinching Nangong Qiyu's left hand.

"snort!"

Yan Zheng snorted coldly, stretched his right hand forward, and clamped the attacking white light.

Hua Yuerong saw that her sword was actually pinched by the other party's bare hands, and suddenly exerted force, trying to force it out.

But at this moment, a powerful force came from the tip of the sword.

"Um!"

With a soft cry, Hua Yuerong's delicate body hit her car door directly, making a muffled sound.

At the same time, Yan Zheng's eyes flashed, he raised his hand and slapped Nangong Qiyu and slapped him.

Bang...

A crisp sound made Nangong Qiyu's eyes appear and he almost fainted.

"Damn it!"

When she was beaten in front of her home or in front of the woman she liked, she didn't mention the anger in her heart and started cursing her.

"If I don't mess with you today, I won't call me Nangong Qiyu."

"It seems that the donor was deeply poisoned, and I need to remove the poison for you more deeply." Yan Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he raised his hand again.

"Master Yanzheng, let's do it slowly."

Suddenly a voice came out, and Nangong Jingyang's figure quickly flew towards this side.

Yan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his raised hands fell down fiercely again.

Bang...

This slap directly slapped Nangong Qiyu, who was already dizzy.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Jingyang's face turned ashen as his father.

He had already stopped him, but the other party did not give him any face at all and still took such a ruthless move, which made him very angry.

Moreover, the person who was beaten was his own son.

At that moment, he suddenly kicked hard under his feet, raised his hand and hit Yanzheng with a palm.

"Amitabha!"

Yan Zheng threw Nangong Qiyu out of his hand, chanted the Buddha's name, and took the opportunity to greet him with an impartial palm.

boom……

A sound like thunder exploded between the two.

Nangong Jingyang's figure that had just rushed over immediately flew backwards, and he took more than ten steps in a row before he could barely stabilize his body.

On the other hand, Yan Zheng was like a statue, standing still in place, with a white monk's robe whispering with the strong wind.

What a strong internal force!

Nangong Jingyang's eyes suddenly became solemn.

He had almost used 80% of his internal strength when he took action with anger just now.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the two came into contact, an extremely powerful force came from the opposite hand, which broke away his internal force, making him unable to resist at all.

However, Yan Zheng had already forced himself to the doorstep and injured his son. Nangong Jingyang had no chance of giving in at all.

With a pair of big eyes staring at Yan Zheng, Nangong Jingyang said coldly: "Master Yan Zheng, hurt my son in front of me. What do you mean? Is there no one in the Nangong family?"

Yan Zheng was not shocked by Nangong Jingyang's voice, and his face returned to his previous calm and gentle appearance, and he said slowly:

"Amitabha! I guess this is the donor of Nangong Jingyang! The little donor violated the anger precept of the three poisons of Buddhism. I am just doing it for his own good and clearing his anger. It is full of kindness!"

Nangong Jingyang's brows pounding, his face became a little ferocious because of his anger, and his aura began to rise.

Yan Zheng's smile remained unchanged, but if he looked closely, there was a hint of contemptuous mockery in his eyes.

At this time, Hua Yuerong walked over with her unconscious Nangong Qiyu, and said with red eyes:

"Second Master, the young master just said something wrong. I didn't expect that this monk would hurt the young master so much. You have to seek justice for him!"

"Hmm?" Nangong Jingyang asked with a frown, "What did Qi Yu say."

Hua Yuerong glanced at Yan Zheng and then told him about what happened to Nangong Qiyu.

After hearing her explanation, Nangong Jingyang's face changed again. Finally, he closed his eyes and the momentum began to slowly disappear.

The dignity of the strong cannot be offended.

Isn’t this arguing for your own fault with the cultivation level of the early stage of the Secret Power?

Nangong Jingyang felt that he should really put his heart on his son.

Otherwise, maybe one day I will really respond to Chu Lingyun's words, and that would be too late to regret.
Chapter completed!