The strangely appeared blond man, Chen Feiyu, who looked solemn and ready, and the atmosphere of a golden sword and iron horse, could no matter who could detect the critical situation.

Liu Xiaoyue was still a little worried: "Chen Fei, you..."

"Go away quickly." Chen Feiyu frowned and said, "Go to the hotel and wait for me, I will rush over."

The tone is serious and cannot be refused.

Lin Yuehuang did not dare to neglect her, so she quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Hilton Hotel.

Liu Xiaoyue passed through the rearview mirror and saw Chen Feiyu and the blond man facing each other from afar. She was shocked and worried and asked: "Who can stand firmly on the front of the car must be a martial arts master. Chen Fei will not die in the hands of the other party, right?"

"Chen Fei is better not to die." Lin Yuehuang said in a deep voice: "Sister Qianjia, does that person have a grudge against Chen Fei?"

Although she usually likes to quarrel with Chen Fei, in fact, her worries are no less than those in Liu Xiaoyue.

"I don't know him, and I don't know his relationship with Chen Fei, but I know that Chen Fei will never have any trouble." Terai Chika was full of confidence in Chen Feiyu, but when she thought of Chen Feiyu's solemn expression before leaving, she became inexplicably worried.

Liu Xiaoyue and Lin Yuehuang looked at each other, and saw the doubts in each other's eyes, and asked in unison: "Is Chen Fei also a martial arts person?"

Chika Terai didn't answer, took out her cell phone and dialed Su Wenjiang's phone number, intending to ask Su Wenjiang to support Chen Feiyu.

But in the secluded alley, Chen Feiyu and the blonde and blue-eyed Western man were facing each other from afar. Under the illumination of the street lights next to him, their shadows were dragging on the road.

"Are you Chen Feiyu?" asked the Western man in broken Chinese.

Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I know it's me, but I dare to come and cause trouble for me?"

"I'm not here to cause trouble for you." A Western man's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lips, as if a rare prey standing in front of him was a rare prey, and he smiled and said, "But here to hunt you."

"Just you?" Chen Feiyu smiled contemptuously: "You have good strength and have reached the 'early stage of legend'. Such strength should be a famous strong man in the West.

However, such strength is far from my opponent. Just call out all your companions, otherwise you will not be able to take my move."

That's right, relying on the Western man in front of him alone is not enough to make Chen Feiyu show a solemn expression. The fundamental reason is that Chen Feiyu keenly realized that there were three people coming to the other party, and each of them was a strong man in the "Legendary" realm.

Even Chen Feiyu felt that this lineup was difficult, so he was ready to go, so that the three girls Liu Xiaoyue left as soon as possible, so as not to stay here and encounter danger.

A Western man said: "When I was in the West, I heard that Chen Feiyu of China was arrogant. When I saw him today, he was even more arrogant than the legendary one. My name is Jacob Beckett, the leader of the Golden Knights of the Western Holy See."

At the same time, a crappy Chinese voice sounded from behind Chen Feiyu: "Dear Lord Jacob, if you can also kill the Japanese sword saint Musashi Wanli, I guess you are even more arrogant than Chen Feiyu."

Chen Feiyu suddenly turned his head and saw a Western strong man with an ordinary appearance but a burly burly than Jacob Beckett appeared five or six meters behind him. The other party was two or two or three meters tall, with a pair of thick arms exposed outside, bulging high muscles, as if they contained endless destructive power.
Chapter completed!