Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

Mr. Long waved his hand, a proud smile appeared on his face, and he instructed the man in front of Ye Chen: "Ah Meng, keep some sense of proportion, don't hurt his life." In

Mr. Long's eyes, although Ye Chen's kick just now erupted with a huge force close to a thousand catties, at best, he was only a yellow-level peak martial artist, and he couldn't enter his magic eyes.

Compared with ordinary people like Yang Chao, he is a good seedling, as long as he is given favors and cultivated a little, he is very likely to become a Xuan-level martial artist.

Ah Meng twisted his neck, then looked at Ye Chen, and said contemptuously: "Master just asked me to spare your life, but don't expect my subordinates to show mercy." "

Ah Meng is a yellow-level peak martial artist, and his martial arts have reached the point of entering the hall, and he can punch a thirty-centimeter-thick steel plate without using his true qi.

Even against two yellow-level martial artists of the same realm, he could be invincible, so he didn't take Ye Chen in his eyes at all.

"I won't bully you either, let you make three moves first. Ah Meng threw off his arms and said arrogantly.

Ye Chen had already seen the other party's way, and when he saw that he wanted to make three moves, he just smiled indifferently and said, "Are you sure?"

Ah Meng patted his chest, and said impatiently: "The big husband has said everything, and the horse is difficult to chase, what are you doing slowly!"

But before the words fell, a cool breeze hit.

"Bang!"

I saw Ye Chen appear in front of Ah Meng in an instant, and a punch hit him in the chest, and under the impact of a thousand catties of huge force, Ah Meng flew out more than ten meters upside down, and smashed heavily on an excavator, causing the shell of the excavator to dent down.

Fortunately, Ah Meng's kung fu practice is good, he shook his head, jumped out of the excavator, pointed at Ye Chen and roared: "Young man, you don't talk about martial arts."

Feeling the faint pain in his chest, Ah Meng's face turned red, he never thought that this guy with thin arms and legs could burst out with such powerful strength.

Ye Chen smiled indifferently: "There are two more moves!" Seeing

Ah Meng swing out of formation, ready to meet Ye Chen's second wave of attacks, Mr. Long on the roof of the building was stunned: "Ah Meng, don't underestimate the enemy."

When Ye Chen punched, Mr. Long watched his every move, and found that Ye Chen didn't use his calves and waist and abdomen to exert force at all, and completely relied on the explosion of arm muscle power to blast Ah into the air, which showed that his control of power was very exquisite.

"Yes, master!" Ah

Meng took the fist, his feet violently exerted, and the strength of his whole body gathered on his fists, and the shadow of the fist invaded him like raindrops.

In the face of Ah Meng's stormy attack, Ye Chen's expression was indifferent, and he secretly urged the Yimu sword body, like a strong pine standing in place.

In the midst of the sound of "whirring" breaking through the air, Ye Chen bent over like a bow and punched like an arrow.

"Bang!"

the fists collided with a pop that rippled through the air around them.

"Ka Cha!" The

sound of bones shattering came from Ah Meng's arm, and under the collision of violent power, the sleeve of his right hand exploded directly, only to see the bones of his forearm break at the waist.

At this moment, Ah Meng's feet had sunk into the concrete floor and he couldn't move the slightest.

He looked at Ye Chen in a daze, and his pupils were full of fear.

The young man actually broke his arm with a punch, so that he had no power to fight back.

Ah Meng knew in his heart that the other party did not use all his strength at all, otherwise, his entire arm would be useless.

Seeing that Senior Brother A Meng was not Ye Chen's opponent, Yang Chao's gaze at Ye Chen was full of fear, he never thought that he was so powerful.

Thinking of his repeated provocations, Yang Chao was afraid.

Ye Chen slowly retracted his fists, turned to look at the roof of the villa, pointed to the thousand-year-old ginseng in Mr. Long's hand, and said coldly: "You can't take my things."

At this time, the calmness on Mr. Long's face had disappeared, and he looked at Ye Chen in shock: "You are a Xuan-level martial artist!"