Ding Yingcai is gone.

Zhang Ling'er looked at Su Xing's back, her beautiful eyes full of obsession and admiration.

Just now, just when Ding Yingcai almost succeeded, Su Xing stood up to save her.

Moreover, through Ding Yingcai's words, she had already seen that Su Xing was probably a highly powerful martial artist.

Young, handsome, and powerful.

Isn’t this the lover that many women dream of?

Suddenly, Zhang Ling'er thought of something again and said anxiously: "Brother Su, please leave quickly! Ding Yingcai is the village chief's son. If you hurt him, the village chief Ding Deshui will not give up."

"College Ding is very powerful. I heard that everyone is a master of the third level of the Spirit Body."

"I'm too seriously injured, so it's not advisable to walk around more." Su Xing shook his head, saw the worry in Zhang Ling'er's eyes, and smiled and comforted: "It would be fine if your village chief Ding didn't come. If he dared to come, he would regret it."

After saying that, Su Xing returned to the room.

The medicinal power of the Nirvana Fruit in his body is fighting against the residual power of the space cutting force. What he needs to do now is to seize the time to heal the wound.

The space cutting force is very terrible and almost indelible. Even the medicinal power of the Nirvana fruit can only be temporarily suppressed.

"Restore your body first."

Su Xing began to concentrate on healing the body.

As long as the physical strength is restored, the mere ants with the third level of the Spirit-Reigning Body are nothing in front of him.

Noon.

After finishing the housework, Zhang Ling'er sat under the eaves, dragging her cheeks with her little hands, and admiring Su Xing, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her body was upright and straight, her eyebrows were beautiful, and she was extraordinary.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, the gate of the yard was kicked open by someone, and a group of people flocked into the yard.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a fat figure and a somewhat similar appearance to Ding Yingcai. It was village chief Ding Deshui.

Ding Yingcai also stood beside him.

In addition, there are more than a dozen guards lined up in a row, solemn and fierce.

Behind, there were many fellow villagers and elders who came to join in the fun.

"Father, that's him."

The door was open, and Ding Yingcai saw Su Xing sitting cross-legged on the bed at a glance, and his anger surged.

"Shut up!"

Ding Deshui scolded, and in front of his fellow villagers, Ding Yingcai wanted to show off his bad behavior of Zhang Ling'er, and then his son would never be the village chief.

Ding Deshui raised his head, stared at Su Xing, condensed slightly, and then relaxed again.

I thought I was a master, but I didn't even have any spiritual power.

Without spiritual power, there is no cultivation, and it is not the realm of the spirit control body, at most it is at the ninth level of body tempering.

"I'm really not good at it." Ding Deshui looked at his son with some hatred. He also did not condense his spiritual power, but was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back.

Immediately, Ding Deshui looked at Zhang Ling'er and said, "Zhang Ling'er, don't you know the rules in the village? It is a serious crime to rashly take in an unknown outsider. If something happens, can you afford it?"

Zhang Ling'er had never faced such a situation. She was scolded by the village chief Ding Deshui, who was usually majestic and strong. She was immediately scared and pale in her face. But she didn't know where the courage came from, so she tried to explain, saying, "Brother Su is not a bad person."

"Shut up!"

Ding Deshui didn't give Zhang Ling'er a chance at all, and shouted angrily, saying, "At a young age, ignorant and fearless, what do you know? Will bad people write the word "bad" on their faces?"

"Come on, go and take down that unknown boy for me and bring Zhang Ling'er back, and you must be severely punished."

As Ding Deshui finished speaking, more than a dozen guards around him immediately flocked out.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the crowd. It was Zhang Crook who had just arrived.

"Dad, why did you come back so early?" Zhang Ling'er was quite surprised. Usually, Zhang Lame went to the mountains to hunt, and he would come back when it was dark.

"Strangely, the mountains are very quiet today. Not to mention animals, there are not even insects, so my father came back early." After Zhang Crook explained, he looked at Ding Deshui and said, "Village Chief, what are you doing?"

Ding Deshui said: "Zhang Clep, you are here just in time. What should you be punished by your father and daughter who rashly accept an unknown outsider?"

After being caught, Zhang Crooker was speechless for a moment.

Ding Deshui continued: "Zhang Clep, please get out of the way. I will take that kid away. As for the sins of you father and daughter, I will come back to settle the score with you."

"Dad, don't let them take Brother Su away. Brother Su saved me in the morning..." Zhang Ling'er grabbed Zhang Crook's arm and briefly said what happened during the day.

After hearing this, Zhang Crooked his eyebrows suddenly raised and said, "Ding Deshui, you know very well what happened. Don't show the majesty of the village chief. If you want to take Su Xing away, there is no door."

Zhang Crook is very simple. Since Su Xing saved his daughter, he will never sit idly by the benefactor.

Ding Deshui's face darkened and he said, "Zhang Clepton, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being polite."

Boom!

Ding Deshui moved, and his big hand stretched out, his palms surged, and he slapped at Zhang Crook.

When Zhang Crook was young, he also got some opportunities to become a master of spirit control, but he was only one of the first-level body of the spirit control body, and one of his legs was lame, which made him unable to move.

Boom!

Although Zhang Crook raised his hand to resist, the power of the first level of the spiritual body was not the opponent of Ding Deshui, who was of the third level of the spiritual body. His body was directly knocked out and hit the wall heavily.

Puff!

Zhang Crooked out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Zhang Ling'er was so beautiful that she hurried over and asked, "Dad, how are you?"

Zhang Crook shook his head and struggled to get up.

Ding Deshui's face was darker and he said, "Zhang Crook, it seems that you will never die if you don't have the Yellow River."

Boom!

Ding Deshui took action again, and the light in his palm was brighter than before. He made up his mind to kill and prepared to kill Zhang Lamezi directly.

A palm print was half a meter wide, causing a strong wind to press towards Zhang Crook.

"Ling'er avoided!" Zhang Crook's expression changed drastically. He smelled the crisis of death from his palm print, pushed Zhang Ling'er away, ready to take it alone.

At the critical moment of life and death, a figure rushed out of the room.

He was so fast that no one saw his figure clearly. He only heard a bang, and Ding Deshui's palm prints disappeared.

"It's you." Ding Deshui stared at Su Xing, who supported Zhang Crook, with a gloomy expression. He didn't even see clearly how Su Xing took action just now.

Su Xing ignored Ding Deshui and looked up and down at Zhang Lazi. He found that the injury was not too serious, so he felt relieved.
Chapter completed!