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Chapter 656 He is the Martial Saint

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    Lang Yuanqing and the other three looked at Lin Chen with murderous intent.

    The aura of the Martial Master Realm surged unbridled throughout the entire street.

    On the long street, passers-by were almost scared out of their wits by the surging soul power. They hurriedly found a place to hide, or hid in shops on the roadside, or ran as far as they could.

    But there were still brave warriors who stayed, holding their breath and carefully observing the scenes on the street through the windows or door cracks.

    "Your son is inside."

    Lin Chen pointed towards the door of the restaurant behind him and said: "The three of them are lucky, at least one body was left intact."

    Boom!

    Lin Chen¡¯s words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, exploding directly in the minds of Lang Yuanqing and the others.

    "No, it's impossible."

    Lang Yuanqing swayed and almost fell to the ground, muttering to himself: "How could my son die here? He has a seventh-grade martial spirit, and I have high hopes for him, but he has not yet become a martial saint!"

    The other two people suddenly had earth-shattering murderous aura all over their bodies.

    The situation changes, as if the heaven and earth are moved by it.

    Lang Yuanqing took a deep breath, his eyes were filled with chills, and he said coldly: "Did you kill him?"

    "yes."

    Lin Chen nodded.

    Lang Yuanqing¡¯s face changed slightly and he roared angrily: ¡°You beast, you are new here and you dare to kill my son, tell me! Did Lin Chengwen ask you to do this?¡±

    The first thought that came to his mind was that Lin Chengwen was going to stir up trouble.

    In Lang Yuanqing¡¯s view, although Lin Chen was highly respected by Lin Chengwen, Lin Chen himself was not worth mentioning at all.

    At first, he thought that Lin Chen was from a certain powerful force, so Lin Chengwen was so polite to Lin Chen. However, after noticing Lin Chen's cultivation and thinking about it carefully, he thought it was impossible.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of the body-tempering realm cultivation level, it is absolutely impossible to come from a big force.

    For those young disciples of really big forces, the Body Tempering Realm is just a realm to lay the foundation for, and they can usually get through it quickly. How could they be so big and still in the Body Tempering Realm?

    "What does this have to do with Lin Chengwen?"

    Lin Chen frowned and said: "I didn't want to cause more trouble. Who told the three of them to come to trouble me? I already let them go once, but they came in again with Deputy Captain Zhao.  He wants to kill us all, if I don¡¯t fight back, wouldn¡¯t I be a fool?¡±

    "So, you just killed them all?"

    A man behind Lang Yuanqing looked at Lin Chen with a murderous look on his face.

    "Hundreds of soul-killing bows have been fired. If it were you, would you stand there and wait to die?"

    Lin Chen asked back: "Who is your Excellency?"

    "I am Han Bingfeng's father, Han Feng."

    Han Feng's eyes were about to burst and he shouted angrily: "It's your blessing that a pariah like you can be killed by my son. I didn't expect you to be so bold. Not only did you kill our descendants, but you also dared to  If you want to kill a court official like Deputy Captain Zhao, no matter who is here today, they can¡¯t even think of saving you!¡±

    "Suffer death!"

    Han Feng took the lead, drew his sword and rushed straight towards Lin Chen.

    The water was about to move, but Deng Zhong held him down. He held a long sword in his hand and faced Han Feng directly. He stabbed out with the sword, like lightning, and smashed the sword in Han Feng's hand with one sword.

    Snapped!

    The clear voice was harsh. Han Feng seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. His figure suddenly froze. He looked at the cracked sword in his hand in disbelief. In an instant, along the cracks, the entire sword fell directly from him.  The hand broke into countless pieces of iron, which fell to the ground with a crash.

    "What!"

    Lang Yuanqing was shocked, looked at Deng Zhong in disbelief, and shouted: "Who are you? If you have the guts, just state your name, don't be a nameless tortoise!"

    "Deng Zhong."

    Deng Zhong held the long sword in his hand, his eyes indifferent.

    Lang Yuanqing and the other three looked at each other with piercing eyes, searching frantically for Deng Zhong's name in their minds.

    But no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out where such a terrifying opponent appeared from.

    The person who felt the strongest feeling was Han Feng. He knew his sword best, which was a low-grade Taoist weapon.

    The Taoist weapon is indestructible and can split mountains and rocks with ease.

    But now, it¡¯s so broken!

      Even Han Feng didn't feel how his sword was broken at all, as if his low-grade Taoist war sword was tofu.

    "Why, do you still want to attack my master?"

    Deng Zhong¡¯s cold gaze swept across Lang Yuanqing and the other three, then turned to face Lin Chen, cupped his hands and said, ¡°Sir, do you want to kill?¡±

    Lang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart.

    There was no soul power fluctuation on the surface of Deng Zhong's body, but it was this feeling of returning to nature that frightened Lang Yuanqing.

    The low-grade Taoist weapon in the hands of Han Feng, who was at the fourth level of the Martial Master Realm, could be shattered by Deng Zhong's sword.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If that sword were to stab one of your own, what would it be like?

    "Leave them alive."

    Lin Chen said calmly: "Lang Yuanqing, I don't know if you sent your son and the others to come to trouble me, or if they came on their own, but no matter what, it's Lin Chengwen's time to employ people, and I can keep you here today."  I will give you one life to collect your son¡¯s body and bury it, and you are welcome to come to me for revenge at any time in the future.¡±

    "You fart!"

    Han Feng roared angrily: "Sparing our lives? Today, even if I risk my life, I still have to fight you, you thief!"

    After saying that, Han Feng took out a sword and started to move forward.

    "etc!"

    Lang Yuanqing's eyes turned cold, he pressed Han Feng's shoulders and said in a deep voice: "Lin Chen, I will write down today's revenge. After I bury my son, I will come to you personally to settle the score!"

    Han Feng and the other man were both stunned when they heard this.

    Han Feng's eyes were even more filled with anger. He pushed Lang Yuanqing away and roared: "Are you crazy? My son, your son, and Zhao Qing's son all died here today. If you don't fight with them,  , how can we gain a foothold in Canghai City in the future?"

    "Yes, Lang Yuanqing, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, we are not the same as you!"

    Zhao Qing also shouted angrily, waved his hand and took out a spear, intending to come up with Han Feng to fight Lin Chen and others.

    Lang Yuanqing's face darkened and his lips moved slightly, transmitting the sound into the secret.

    Han Feng and Zhao Qing's expressions suddenly changed, and they suddenly looked at Deng Zhong in disbelief.

    After a few breaths, the two of them put away their weapons without saying a word.

    Lang Yuanqing¡¯s voice transmission only said four words: ¡°He is the Martial Saint.¡±

    These four words are enough.

    "Afraid?"

    Lin Chen¡¯s face was full of surprise.

    The bodies of Han Feng and Zhao Qing trembled visibly to the naked eye, and anger almost burst out from their eyes.

    "Lin Chen, don't be arrogant."

    Han Feng gritted his teeth and said: "Those who rely on human power, if it weren't for Deng Zhong, you would definitely be walking around with nothing to eat today!"

    "Can you say that again?"

    Deng Zhong¡¯s eyes showed anger and he clenched his sword tightly.

    Han Feng turned pale and stopped talking.

    "Kneel down."

    Deng Zhong stared at Han Feng coldly and said: "Kneel down to my family and apologize." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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