The seventh son of the Chen family is Chen Yufan, the fifth, and Chen Tiangang, the sixth. The person standing in front of Chen Yufan now is Chen Tiangang. Chen Tiangang is not from the lineage of the old man Chen Zhenghe, but from the old man Chen Zhengling. So he does not have much regard for Chen Yufan.

There was too much feeling, no closeness, let alone disgust. But young people are young people after all, and the feeling of awe and admiration for the strong is indispensable, especially the moment they saw Chen Yufan. That’s why I came forward.

Saying hello to Chen Yufan also expresses an attitude. It is an attitude of recognition.

However, Chen Tiangang's call of "Fifth Brother" made the little girl next to Chen Yufan a little confused. She said confusedly: "The eldest brother is Sister Longwu's cousin, so his surname should be Long. How could he be Brother Tiangang's fifth brother again?"

Where is brother?"

Chen Yufan smiled lightly and explained: "Qingqing, you are still young, you will understand these things when you grow up!"

"Can I change my last name when I grow up?" The little girl rubbed her head, still confused.

Long Wu had also arrived in front of Chen Yufan at this moment, his cold appearance did not change a little, and he said coldly: "What should we do now?"

Chen Yufan laughed mockingly and said, "Of course, everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother!"

"Just go back like this?" Long Wu said in surprise: "Isn't it too cheap for the old guy from the Deng family?"

"Then what do you want?" Chen Yufan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

At this moment, Mao Jianxin in the crowd was trembling and said: "This is a place of right and wrong, everyone should not stay for a long time!"

The few people who were closer to Mao Jianxin nodded, and then they discussed it and, led by Mao Jianxin, took advantage of the Death Scythe to be entangled by Ximen Jue and Haotian and ran away without even saying hello.

Chen Yufan hit one. They looked like a bereaved dog, walking away dejectedly. Qingqing looked at their retreating figures and shouted: "Hey, why are you leaving~"

Chen Tiangang looked at them coldly, remembering them all secretly in his heart, and thought to himself: These people should not have close friendships.

But Long Wu snorted coldly and said: "Shu Zi is not enough to make plans!"

More than a dozen people, except Chen Tiangang, Qingqing and Long Wu, fled in a hurry. Chen Yufan looked at the people who stayed. The leader was a young man, in his twenties, who was older than Chen Yufan.

He is older. With a resolute face, one can tell at a glance that he is a military figure. Chen Yufan smiled and said, "Why don't you leave?"

The man did not answer immediately, but unexpectedly walked to the wine cabinet not far away, took out a goblet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and then took a sip to feel the mellow taste in his mouth.

He Nuanlan smiled and said: "We are men in the army, there is absolutely no reason to leave our comrades behind and leave alone!"

"Master Li is right, we want to see the last moment of the battle and then leave with you!"

Chen Yufan smiled lightly and said: "There is blood!"

The next moment, a strange scene appeared. In the living room of this villa, five or six young people were holding wine glasses together. Although the colors of the wine in the wine glasses were different, their actions added a lot to the battlefield where the strong men were fighting.

Strange feeling.

Qingqing pulled Chen Yufan's sleeve and said, "Brother, I want to drink too!"

Chen Yufan smiled slightly and handed his cup to the little girl. Long Wu, who was beside him, rolled his eyes at Chen Yufan and said, "She is still a child!"

"Does it matter?" Chen Yufan spread his hands and said, "Who said children can't drink? Besides, the little girl should be sixteen years old!"

Qingqing held the wine glass, her eyes kept blinking, and she took a sip, and suddenly said: "It's so bitter, so bitter~!~~" As she said that, she kept sticking out the tip of her pink tongue, complaining: "Brother

, why do you drink such a bitter thing, it tastes so bad!"

Chen Yufan stared at Long Wu and chuckled, and said: "You have also seen that a child has the ability to distinguish. She knows what she likes and what she doesn't like. Blindly saying that it is good for her will only increase her

I’m curious, when the rebellious personality is suppressed for too long, it will burst out!”

"Humph!" Long Wu snorted coldly and stopped talking. She couldn't deny that what Chen Yufan said was indeed reasonable, but deep down in Long Wu's heart, she subconsciously believed that this was just a fallacy. Or rather, it was a strong argument.

Chen Yufan didn't care what she thought, and said impatiently: "Ximen, Haotian, didn't you two have dinner? It's taken so long to solve it!"

Although it was said that Ximen Jue and Haotian were suppressing the Death Scythe in the entire battlefield, the Death Scythe was not without the power to parry. Moreover, the power of the Death Scythe was even more terrifying than Ximen Jue had imagined. To be more precise, it should be weird.

In the definition of the Western world, there are two forces that are the most terrifying. One is the most powerful purifying light in the light system, and the other is the most powerful force in the darkness that opposes it, the divine power of judgment. And the judgment is

Divine power is exclusive to the God of Death, so the God of Death is also called the God of Judgment. The Death Scythe is known as the spokesperson of the God of Death in the world, so it should only be able to use the power of judgment, but the strange thing is that this weird guy can actually do it at the same time.

It is the use of purifying light.

"Judgment~~" Death Scythe raised the scythe in his hand and said in a cold voice.

A cross of light has whizzed past the sickle. Ximen Jue flicked his palm and said: "Vajra's angry eyes!"

There was a roar, and the two forces collided. Ximen Jue was forced to take two steps back, and the floor outside the living room was constantly trampled to pieces. Haotian stepped forward, and smashed the death sickle with his huge fist. Hao Tian

Tian didn't have any moves, only simple power and speed. With a clang, the Death Scythe was helplessly hit by the punch. But under his black robe, two rays of light flashed and a voice roared: "Peerless!

!”

Haotian suddenly felt bad and turned over to avoid it. At this moment, Ximen Jue stepped forward again. A pair of fleshy palms had already arrived in front of the Death Scythe. The wind roared in the palm, and the sound of wind and cranes could be heard everywhere. The Death Scythe kept retreating.

At this moment, Chen Yufan had disappeared from the spot, and appeared like an immortal behind Death Sickle. A black long sword in his hand had already reached Death Sickle's waist. Death Sickle snorted coldly, and suddenly

He stopped and held the sickle in his hand: "Judgment!"

The black power of judgment flashed across in an instant, forcing Ximen Jue back. At the same moment, the death scythe approached in large strides, avoiding Chen Yufan's sword edge.

The next moment, Death Scythe and Chen Yufan were looking at each other, and he said angrily: "I didn't expect you to recover so quickly!"
Chapter completed!