Ding Honglei wanted to kill Chen Qiye, strengthen Lin Chuxue, and seize the Lin family group, which was irrelevant to the mortal hatred. If it were placed in ancient times, it would be no exaggeration to kill the entire Ding family according to a master of Chen Qiye, let alone a small eight-armed arhat has died now?

Basong was moved by a temple and flew from a foreign land into the Ding family's guarding house to protect the yard, he should have the awareness of death.

This is the price of a master's fight, rather than putting on boxing gloves and clicking until it's time.

However, Ding Zhengyuan was almost crazy, Ba Songmi, and he lost a trump card and lost 100 million US dollars. How could he tolerate it?

"Chai Chengye, are you still unwilling to tell the truth? Who is Chen Qiye?" Ding Zhengyuan glared at Chai Chengye and shouted.

Ding Chai's two families fought for three generations. In the past, Chai Chengye wanted to let Ding Zhengyuan die, but now that the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked, Chai Chengye suddenly feels uncomfortable and has a hint of kindness. He glanced at Tang Yuanchen and saw that he did not refute, so he revealed Chen Qiye's true identity.

"Chen Qiye is the Eastern Sect? Myth, the Eastern Sect? Myth is Mr. Chen." After Chai Chengye said that, he fell into his proud head again and knelt down honestly.

The Ding family exploded!

Didn’t they think about entering Xinshi, but were frightened by the Eastern Sect? Mythology overwhelmed the Eight Heroes overnight. Now that the God of War actually hit the door himself, they were suddenly frightened.

"So Chen Qiye is the God of War in the East China Sea?"

"No wonder he is so powerful that even Master Basong is no match for him."

"What should we do? Now that people are coming to the door, even Master Basong is no match for him. Should we kneel down like the Chai family?"

The Ding family members had the desire to surrender for the first time, but Ding Zhengyuan knew that since he had sent Basong, this matter was no longer good.

"Chen Qiye, you are indeed very strong, but this is not an Eastern Sect? You are not a myth. No matter how strong you are, you are still a flesh and blood body." Ding Zhengyuan was born from his courage, applauded three times, pointed at Chen Qiye and roared angrily: "The bodyguards of the Ding family gave them all and killed this person."

As soon as they finished speaking, thirty strong men rushed out of the Ding Family's Haoyuan. These people were the foundation of the Ding Family. Each of them was a person with one block and blood stained with both hands. They might not be Basong's opponents when they fought alone, but if they went together, even Basong might die on the spot.

To put it bluntly, Ding Zhengyuan doesn’t believe that Chen Qiye is invincible!

As soon as the thirty people appeared, they first stood in front of Chen Qiye, then divided into two long dragons, looked at each other, and suddenly reached behind them, holding the half-meter-long steel knife in their hands, looking at Chen Qiye as if he was looking at a dead person.

They don’t care whether Chen Qiye is a human or a ghost, or how awesome it is in the Eastern Sect, but they believe that looking at the entire Anbei Province, no one can survive their thirty machetes.

This is the second ace of the Ding family, the machete group. This was originally intended to compete for territory with the Chai family, but who knew it was all used on Shen Qiye.

"It turns out that the Ding family has so many backup plans!"

"No wonder the Ding family is not interested in Xinshi. It turns out that they have always wanted to kill our Ding family."

"I'm paralyzed, how long have they planned? If Mr. Chen hadn't attacked the Ding family and forced Ding Zhengyuan to jump over the wall, our Chai family would have been in danger."

"I just don't know if Chen Qiye can still create myths."

When dozens of core members of the Chai family were angry at Ding Zhengyuan's back-up, they were even more worried about Chen Qiye's safety. After all, the enemy's enemy is a friend, and they suddenly hope that Chen Qiye can win.

At this time, Chen Qiye walked to a giant cauldron with his hands in his hands, kicked it lightly, and a crisp sound came to his face.

"Good tripod." Chen Qiye nodded and praised.

Thirty machetes are confused by Chen Qiye. You are about to die, so why are you praising the tripod? The two leading men looked at each other, and thirty people dragged the machetes to the ground and walked forward in small steps. They were confident that even if Chen Qiye was a mammoth, they would definitely die under thirty steel knives.

At this time, Chen Qiye still did not move, his eyes burning with the huge tripod in front of him.

Dingjiahao Garden is a house built in imitation of Jiangnan gardens. Since ancient times, Jiangnan construction has paid attention to Feng Shui, houses, red walls, and Feng Shui tripods, and none of them are indispensable.

The bronze tripod in front of the Ding family is more refined and larger than the ordinary Fengshui tripod, eight feet high, six feet wide, and weighing forty-nine thousand nine hundred and nine hundred and nine hundred and ninety-nine cents. Chen Qiye looked at Taotie on the Fengshui tripod, and Taotie was also watching it, and the two could not see each other.

Ding Zhengyuan was puzzled, Chai Chengye was puzzled, and the thirty machetes behind Chen Qiye were also puzzled. Seeing them pounce on him, Chen Qiye was completely unprepared and left his back to them. What is the difference between this and dying?

"Brothers, come on."

"A fire of the Eastern Sect? Myth."

"As long as Shen Qiye is killed, we will be a myth in the future."

The shouts, roars, and screams rolled over to Chen Qiye like a tide. When the first big man held a steel knife in his hand, he finally moved.

He kicked the tripod, and the bronze giant tripod leaned back three points. Shen Qiye was thunderous and bowed under the giant tripod with a thunderous momentum. He pinched the tripod's ears and lifted the tripod's feet. It was like taking objects through a bag.

"rise!"

Chen Qiye Meng shouted and raised the bronze cauldron, just like the reincarnation of King Chu, with just a look. The first machete hand was frightened on the spot, and even the steel knife in his hand slid to the ground without any sense.

Chen Qiye was carrying the giant tripod, and the scene without a word was frozen, as if it was frozen, embedded in everyone's mind on the spot.

"God, God..."

"Mom, is there anyone in this world who can resist the tripod?"

"Chen Qiye is a myth, he is really a myth!"

Ding Zhengyuan's face turned pale, Chai Chengye's face turned pale, and the Ding family and the Chai family's two half-provincial families turned pale, and they saw Chen Qiye as if they were ghosts and gods.

The most shocking thing was Tang Yuanchen. He once fought against the Lin family to fight against the white marble lion, but compared with Chen Qiye's overlord resistance to the tripod, it was a thousand miles away.

"Master Chen, it should be a myth in this life!" Tang Yuanchen bowed respectfully, worshiping Chen Qiye as if he was paying homage to a living god.

Thirty machetes and twenty-nine machetes were all scared by Chen Qiye's force to pull mountains and rivers, and they fell to the ground with fear. They were silent. Look at me, and I look at you, but I don't know what to do next.

They are dead soldiers raised by the Ding family and are not afraid of the god of death, but the premise is that this opponent is not Chen Qiye. What is the difference between sending death meaninglessly and suicide?

At this time, Chen Qiye moved.

With a loud bang, Chen Qiye took one step forward, and the bluestone giant plate with a hundred pounds cracked on the spot. Thirty machetes took one step back together, and another loud bang. Chen Qiye took another step forward, and the thirty machetes took three steps back.

"If you fight against the cauldron and enter the Ding family, you will be a ten thousand men. You are talking about people like Chen Qiye..." In the sunset, Chai Yunqian looked at Chen Qiye and forced the thirty people in the Ding family, and her little heart was beating wildly for a while.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Chen Qiye walked nine steps against the bronze cauldron, and nine bluestone giant plates broke, like a Tyrannosaurus rex storming on the battlefield. At this time, the Thirty-Thousand Machetes had already curled up under the red walls of Ding Family Haoyuan, trembling like chickens, ducks and geese, but Chen Qiye threw them without saying a word, and no one knew what he wanted to express.

"My personal grudge between Ding Zhengyuan and his son does not want to implicate innocent people. If you still want to work hard for the Ding family, you will be such a wall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qiye took the tenth step, pushed his hands flat, and the huge tripod weighing 49,999 coins flew out like a large marble. With a loud bang, the red wall fell to the ground and smashed into powder.

Under this blow, let alone people, even a helicopter would be smashed into a sandwich biscuit. Ding Zhengyuan was trembling, Chai Chengye was trembling, and Ding family and Chai invited these two half-provincial families, and dozens of people were trembling.

The Dingjiahao Garden, which covers an area of ​​several acres, was instantly silent like a thousand-mile cemetery.

When Ding Honglei learned that Chen Qiye was the Eastern Sect? The God of War, he had already regretted his intestines and hugged in the room, covered with a quilt, trembling.

"Chen Zhenhua, don't kill me, don't kill me, you're all damn Han Dawei..."
Chapter completed!