My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Chu Feng's death caught everyone by surprise.

A strong master of the dignified grandmaster level, who should have ruled the world, who would have thought that he would have died tragically at the hands of a young man of late innate stage.

There is no doubt that Chu Feng is definitely the most miserable master-level powerhouse in Chinese history.

But only Ye Chen knew that his luck in killing Chu Feng accounted for a big part.

Although Chu Feng broke through to the Grandmaster Realm, he didn't have a firm cultivation base. He hadn't comprehended all the supernatural powers of the Grandmaster Realm. It was just that the zhenqi in his body became much stronger.

So Chu Feng was actually just an innate master with the strength of true energy reaching the master level.

If Chu Feng were to stay in seclusion for a few months, it would be very difficult for Ye Chen to kill him.

Following the fall of Chu Feng, there was a roar not far away, and the Bai Hong slamming towards Ye Chen accelerated instantly and directly hit Ye Chen's back.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and turned his side slightly, avoiding the critical point, but was still taken away.

An old man suddenly appeared in the court, his face extremely gloomy.

Although this old man looked very old, his spirit was extremely powerful, especially the aura exuding from his body far exceeded that of Chu Feng.

He is the grand elder of the Yang family, and Yang Zian's uncle, Yang Herong.

"Uncle, you have to call the shots for us, this kid wants to destroy the Yang family."

When Yang Zian saw Yang Herong, he breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to Ye Chen and shouted loudly.

As the only surviving elder of Yang Lingfeng's grandfather, Yang Herong is extremely powerful, even in Yanjing, it is enough to rank in the forefront of the grandmaster realm.

It is precisely because of Yang Herong's deterrent power that the Yang family has grown gradually over the years.

"Boy, I'm not too old, and the methods are so harsh."

Yang Herong looked at Ye Chen who had risen from the ground not far away, and said with a stern expression.

Finally, there was a great master in the family who was killed by the young man in front of him, and Yang Herong's face turned blue.

"Old guy, you are not easy, you are so old, and you still learn to attack others, the Yang family is really shameless."

Ye Chen took a breath, gritted his teeth and said.

The old man in front of him is definitely the top powerhouse in the Grandmaster realm. With this white rainbow, Ye Chen's internal organs trembled a little.

If Ye Chen's body wasn't strong enough, he would have to lose his combat effectiveness if he didn't die.

"The sharp-toothed kid, killed the elder of my Yang family. Today, no matter who you are, you have to pay for my life."

A dark and cold color flashed in Yang Herong's eyes, and the whole body was enveloped, and the white qi condensed into a white long whip, and flew towards Ye Chen.

A solemn color flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he blasted out with a punch.

With a snap, Ye Chen's face turned pale, and he was shaken a few meters away by a strong counter shock, and his arms began to tremble slightly.

"So strong."

A look of vigilance flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

The powerful strength that Yang Herong showed far exceeded Ye Chen's expectations.

I am afraid that there is no need to get out of the fairy worm, today Ye Chen is afraid that it is impossible to kill Yang Lingfeng.

As Ye Chen's only trump card, the woodworm still didn't want to use it easily.

"It's a good physical body, it's a good treasure to use the later cultivation base to block me."

Yang Herong stared at Ye Chen's body, and a greedy color flashed in his eyes: "If you get this body, you can completely refine a puppet comparable to a master."

"If you want to use me to refine a puppet, it depends on your ability."

Ye Chen squinted his eyes, and with a movement, he appeared behind Yang Herong in an instant, and blasted out with a punch.

A look of astonishment flashed across Yang Herong's face, and he rushed forward without thinking, twisting his body in midair, and a white gas spit out from his hand, hitting Ye Chen's fist.

With this strength, Yang Herong's figure moved and stood indifferently.

"This breath seems to be the power of the Western Lord God. It's a bit interesting. The Chinese people actually use the unique laws of the Western Lord God. It seems that you have a lot of secrets."

Yang Herong squinted his eyes, looked at Ye Chen with interest, and suddenly said: "As long as you defect to my Yang family, I can save you from death because you are a genius."

"Just because your Yang family wants to buy me?"

Ye Chen sneered and said with disdain.

"Since you are obsessed with understanding, you can't blame me."

A chill flashed in Yang Herong's eyes, and he raised his palm and patted Ye Chen.

Yang Herong's hand didn't look like a man's hand at all. The whole body exuded a glaze-like light, and it looked like a gemstone, with brilliant brilliance.

Ye Chen's heart suddenly shook at this time, and an unprecedented life and death crisis appeared in Ye Chen's heart.

"Shank the sky."

Ye Chen let out a low growl, and the Yuan and Divine Power in his body blended with each other to form a very peculiar gray energy, and then a gray sky-turning mark was formed on Yang Herong's head.

Compared with the sky-shaking seal used by Ye Chen before, the power of this trick has been greatly increased, and an extremely profound sense of wildness rushes over his face.

Yang Herong looked indifferent, slapped a palm on top of the Heaven-shaking Seal, and smashed the photograph directly with a slap, and patted Ye Chen without losing his power.

"Quiet."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, roared, and directly used the strongest move.

"Xiantian is Xiantian after all. Do you think that if you kill Chu Feng, you are qualified to compete with the master? Arrogant."

A sneer flashed in Yang Herong's eyes, and he slapped Ye Chen's fist with a palm.

With a bang, Ye Chen's face turned pale, and Yang Herong directly slapped him away.

"What kind of martial skill is this, it is so strong."

With Ye Chen's terrifying body, under the palm of Yang Herong, he felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't resist it.

Unless Ye Chen gets through the seventh door in his body, otherwise, Ye Chen has no chance of winning against Yang Herong.

"Success to death."

A touch of indifference flashed in Yang Herong's eyes, his figure moved, and he slapped Ye Chen's head with a palm.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, and just about to take out the sword gourd to release his sword energy, a familiar breath suddenly burst out.

"Yang Herong, how old is he still bullying the younger with a big deal? Even Liuli's hand is used, and he is not afraid to make a joke?"

A loud laughter exploded in the sky, and then a figure weirdly appeared in front of Ye Chen, and hit Yang Herong's palm with a punch.

With his fists facing each other, Yang Herong's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps.

The figure that suddenly appeared was not someone else, but the leader of the dragon soul, the Dragon King.

"Senior Dragon King, why are you here?"

Ye Chen said with a surprised look.

"I won't come again, you kid still don't know how big things are going to happen."

The Dragon King glanced at Ye Chen and said angrily.

Ye Chen coughed twice, with a smirk on his face.

"Dragon King, forcibly break into my Yang family compound, what do you mean?"

Yang Herong stared at Dragon King, his face extremely gloomy.