In a daze, Su Chongming dreamed that he came to the ruins of the Su family villa, looking at the mess all over the ground with a terrifying expression: "Ye Nankuang, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!"

"Is that so? I'm here!"

A faint voice sounded behind him. Su Chongming suddenly turned around and saw a thin young man slowly walking towards him with his hands on his back.

"It's you, Ye Nankuang!"

In a rage, Su Chongming punched Ye Chen with red eyes, but Ye Chen immediately grabbed his punch.

As the sound of joint shattering sounded, Su Chongming's hand was twisted into a twisted shape. He screamed and couldn't help but kneel down to the ground.

"In reality, you are not my opponent, let alone in a dream!"

Ye Chen slapped his head with a palm.

In reality, a traffic police car drove over and stopped the traffic police car after seeing Highlander in a car accident on the side of the road.

Two traffic police officers walked over and found that Su Chongming was dead. They took out their phone number to contact the traffic police team, but found that the person who died in the car was the wanted criminal Su Chongming. The two traffic police officers also appreciated their value and were transferred to the criminal investigation team.

...

With Su Chongming's death, Ye Chen's spiritual consciousness returned to Niwan Palace. He had been sitting cross-legged in his place and slowly opened his eyes, a smile flashed in his eyes: "The Su family is destroyed!"

Less than an hour ago, he ignored the country and distance and directly destroyed the remaining thirty-five people of the Su family in his dream.

Of course, these thirty-five people refer to the bloodlines within three generations of the Su family. As for those outside the three generations, the bloodlines have long become thin and cannot be seen, and Ye Chen’s cultivation is insufficient and he cannot be killed one by one.

But this is enough. The bloodlines outside of the three generations are probably no longer regarded themselves as descendants of the Su family.

The only thing that puzzled him was that according to Su Tao, he had an older brother named Su Qilin. Logically speaking, the bloodline entering the dream should also include him, but Ye Chen did not see the blood cells about Su Qilin.

"In this case, there are only two explanations. First, this person is too far away, and it is very likely that he will not be in this world. For example, the small world that is living in the Cave Heaven and Blessing Land. Second, this person's cultivation is greater than that of me at present, and I cannot find him."

Ye Chen frowned. No matter which one is not a satisfactory result, he cannot kill Su Qilin, his existence is like a disease of scabies.

"Well, that's all!"

Ye Chen shook his head, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and asked Lin Tai to grab Su Tao and return to Yufenglou Garden.

The Old Ancestor Huangquan rushed into the room, hugged a guqin twice as big as him, and sat on the ground, with his claws plucking the strings, and suddenly poked out the song of the Smiling and Proud Wanderer.

Ye Chen couldn't help but look at him in surprise. This old monster is quite quick to learn things, and he actually has such a passionate side?

At this moment.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the ancestor and Ye Chen looked towards the gate of the Yufeng Tower together. A strong wind surged from outside, and sand and stones flew away for a moment.

The ancestor grinned and said, "Master, this time, four martial arts masters came to deal with you. I really respect you."

"No, there are five!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly.

His cultivation is higher than that of the ancestor, and his spiritual sense is stronger than that of the ancestor, so he can see further.

After the words came, five figures suddenly flashed at the door of Yufeng Tower, like ghosts.

Seeing five people.

The Old Ancestor Huangquan immediately clamped his tail and returned to his normal dog's appearance, but he was laughing in his heart.

These five guys don’t even mention their strength. Xiao Yezi is suffering now, so he will be beaten to death, so that I can turn over and sing the farmer.

The five stopped less than fifty steps away from Ye Chen. Obviously, they didn't expect Ye Chen to be outside in the middle of the night. They immediately subconsciously thought that Ye Chen was waiting for him to wait for others.

Ye Chen swept his spiritual sense and shook his head slightly because he found that the faces of the five people were relatively unfamiliar.

One of them was wearing a monk's robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, one with a national face, and was arrogant without anger, and the other had a cold temperament, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed. As for the remaining two, they were old men, about sixty years old.

The five of them are all masters of martial arts, and their energy is as majestic as the sea, no worse than Xue Xiao and others.

"Are you Ye Nankuang?" The middle-aged man with a national face among the five took a step forward and looked directly at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled faintly, asserted: "A few people who broke into my territory at night, should you introduce themselves first?"

The five people immediately understood the meaning of his words.

The middle-aged man with a national face turned his hands behind his back and smiled proudly: "We are in the Wei family, Wei Wuya."

"Wei Wuya, the ninth place on the Tian List?" Ye Chen asked.

Wei Wuya nodded lightly.

"You dare to break into Yufeng Tower if you are just ninth in the Heavenly List. Wei Wuya, are you impatient to live?" Ye Chen smiled disdainfully.

Wei Wuya was furious in an instant: "You..."

"What are you? If I were you, I should have found a place to hide it. After all, it is too embarrassing to be ninth in the Heavenly List." Ye Chen interrupted.

Wei Wuya was so angry that he almost died of anger.

"Brother Wei, why bother to be angry with a dying person?"

The middle-aged man with a cold temperament, like a sharp sword that was unsheathed, smiled, and then looked at Ye Chen: "Ye Nankuang, don't ask the sword!"

"But the Sword of the Sword?" Ye Chen asked.

“That’s right.”

Mo Wenjian nodded slightly.

Ye Chen shook his head slightly and asked, "You and Dong Ao Xijue Nan Tu Beisha are among the five masters. Now the other four are dead at my hands. Do you want to go down early to reunite with them?"

Mo Wenjian's face twitched violently, and he could only sneer: "It's worthy of being Ye Nankuang. As his name is, he is really not an ordinary crazy!"

"Are you going to kill me!" The old monk wearing a monk's robe and with kind-eyed face clasped his hands together.

"Avoid killing?"

Ye Chen chuckled: "I haven't heard of it. You should call me quit. My subordinates don't kill the nameless people. Give you a chance, go as far as you can!"

The blood of abstaining from murder suddenly surged: "Ye Nankuang, kill my best friend Master Jin Guang, I will come here to seek justice today."

"The sword in my hand is justified. Don't be so anxious if you want to die. I will help you."

Ye Chen waved his hand and turned his eyes to the last two old men: "The three of them have already claimed their names before they die. Where are you?"

Before dying?

When Mo Wenjian and others heard this, they felt that they could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts.

Today, the five of them came prepared. The five great masters were more than enough to fight against Ye Nankuang, but Ye Chen was arrogant, so how could they not be angry?

One of the two old men said hunchedly: "We two brothers are called Kurong and Old Masters, from the Wu Alliance. Today I will send you my way!"
Chapter completed!