Genius Daddy in the City

"impossible!"

Murong Yang looked at Ye Chen in disbelief and said hoarsely: "How could you be Ye Nankuang? This is absolutely impossible!"

If you look carefully, your whole body is trembling slightly when he says this.

Ye Nan is crazy!

These three words represent so many things!

It represents endless killing and decisiveness, and countless people have died in its hands, including ten or twenty martial arts masters alone.

Represents supreme combat power and status, martial arts master, Henglian master, number one on the Heavenly Ranking, and number one in China!

It can be said that these three words Ye Nankuang are the myth of the entire Chinese martial arts world, and they are also the nightmare of countless people.

Therefore, after hearing Ye Chen say that he was Ye Nankuang, Murong Yang and Fu Lao reacted so strongly, even with fear.

"Yes, there is no way this kid is Ye Nankuang. Master Murong, don't be fooled. He is deliberately scaring us."

Fu Lao suppressed the fear in his heart and looked at Ye Chen with murderous eyes: "Boy, die!"

The words fell.

I saw him quickly pinching out a strange seal. This seal was like a six-pointed star, containing six directions. When the seal was completed, a stream of evil energy roared from the six directions.

This evil spirit is so cold that even a small amount of it can cause a cold or fever to an ordinary person, or even death on the spot.

"Boy, let me show you my Six Yin Seizing Evil Formation. If you can die under it, you will be smiling!"

The endless evil energy gathered in the seal he formed, and finally turned into an overwhelming torrent rushing towards Ye Chen.

This is the method of the mystic.

Although he does not rely on the physical body to exert force like the ancient warriors, he can use mystical magic to form formations to defend against the enemy!

This Six Yin Evil Seizing Formation was the result of Fu Lao's hard training for more than 20 years. In addition, as he is in the late stage of Taoist Realm, when used with all his strength, the power is comparable to the full blow of an ancient warrior at the peak of Tongmai Realm.

If an ordinary person touches it, he will die immediately, but if an ancient warrior touches it, his body will be corroded by the evil spirit in an instant, and even his soul will be affected!

Thinking of this, Mr. Fu couldn't help but sneer and look proud, as if he had seen Ye Chen's tragic end.

But the next moment.

His face immediately showed the expression of seeing a ghost.

Facing the torrent of evil rushing towards him, Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth and sucked in, and a vortex of air suddenly formed in front of him.

Under this vortex of air, the rushing torrent of evil spirits was immediately sucked into Ye Chen's mouth.

"This...how is this possible!"

Fu Lao's eyes widened.

That was a sinister energy that could cause extremely serious damage to a living person's body. Instead of hiding, Ye Chen actually swallowed it?

Even Yao Huayuan from Spiritual Medicine Mountain, a master in the realm of divine connection, wouldn’t dare to do this, right?

Murong Yang on the side looked horrified.

"belch!"

Ye Chen blew out a breath of turbid air and burped: "Is this your method? It's not enough, it's far from enough. Is there anything more powerful?"

He is the body of an immortal, and even the most powerful thunder in heaven and earth cannot harm him at all, let alone a mere evil spirit.

"You...who are you?"

Fu Lao finally panicked.

"I told you, I am Ye Nankuang!"

Ye Chen walked towards him step by step.

"Ye Nankuang is an ancient warrior, how could you use such methods?" Mr. Fu roared angrily and said hurriedly: "Master Murong, why don't you take action? Otherwise we will all die today!"

As he roared like this.

Murong Yang suddenly woke up from his trance and pulled off the pendant in front of his neck. It was a purple gourd the size of a thumb with various patterns printed on it.

"You surnamed Ye, die!"

Murong Yang reached out and pulled out the stopper of the purple gourd!

"Whirring whirring……"

A gust of dark wind blew out of the gourd's mouth. The wind became stronger and stronger. Soon it completely enveloped the entire third floor of Mao's Hotel. Countless screams resounded endlessly, and shadows like ghosts rushed towards each other. Ye Chen.

"Is this a zombie gourd?!!"

Fu Lao's scalp felt numb.

He had heard before that in order to refine this magical weapon, Murong Yang slaughtered a village of dozens of people and collected countless grievances.

I didn't expect it to be true.

Facing the roaring black air, Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth and roared, using the Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon: "Get out of here!"

His voice was as vast as the rolling thunder from the sky, and full of supreme majesty like the roar of a real dragon.

The word "roll" fell.

All the black energy collapsed.

Then he disappeared!

"puff!"

Murong Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale, without any color at all.

Ye Chen not only broke its spell, but also broke his corpse gourd, and seriously hurt his mind with just one word.

"You are a small skill, but you dare to do everything in front of me. Today I will show you what a real ghost magic weapon is!"

Ye Chen chuckled, and a black flag suddenly appeared in his hand. As soon as the black flag appeared, the temperature in the room suddenly cooled down.

"Hundred ghosts emerge!"

He waved the black flag!

"boom!"

Endless black energy filled the air from the black flags, accompanied by extremely shrill cries, and the illusory and ferocious faces were filled with resentment.

In an instant.

The entire third floor of Mao's Hotel suddenly became a ghostly place, with hundreds of ghosts roaming around, and ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The hair all over Murong Yang's body exploded at that moment: "You...how could you possess such a terrifying magical weapon?"

"not good!"

Fu Lao's expression changed, and he lost his voice and said in horror: "We all guessed wrong, this kid is a powerful person in the realm of the gods, run, run!"

After saying that, he took the lead and jumped towards the door, but what stood in front of him was endless black energy.

As soon as he stretched out his left hand into the black air, there was the sound of something biting the flesh.

"Ahhh!"

Fu Lao screamed and hurriedly withdrew his hand, only to find that his left hand had turned into a section of white bones from shoulder to shoulder, with no trace of flesh and blood left.

Seeing this scene, Murong Yang almost lost his temper and subconsciously sat down on the ground: "Mr. Ye, no, don't kill me. My grandfather is a master in the realm of gods. You can't kill me..."

"If your grandfather dares to come to me, he will die too. You should take the first step!"

Ye Chen waved the Hundred Soul Flag again, and dozens of black energy rushed directly towards Murong Yang.

"Kakaka..."

Following the sound of chewing something, a white bone appeared on the ground.

"Plop!"

Fu Lao was so frightened that he knelt heavily on the ground, and knelt down to Ye Chen step by step, with fear again and again: "Mr. Ye, spare my life, spare my life, as long as you don't kill me, I am willing to go back and bring you the tiger bone flower!"

"I already gave you a chance!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, put a palm on his head, and forced to use the Soul Searching Technique. Fu Lao screamed in pain, but couldn't struggle away.

Not long after.

Ye Chen slowly retracted his hand, his expression changed several times, and finally he smiled coldly: "Yao Bingyue, you really returned to the Spiritual Medicine Mountain, you are lucky!"

"But do you think you can get away with this, Ye Chen? It's too simple to think. If that's the case, then you can pay with your life!"

(ps: This chapter is a missed chapter, and I still owe one more chapter.)