Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

"If you are ready, I will do it."

Da Xiong said in a muffled voice

Chang Qing showed no fear and smiled at him instead.

"You black man, you look stupid, but you are quite sensible."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and patted Da Xiong's chest muscles that were as strong as steel.

"Come on, man, hit me."

"Bang."

Before everyone could react, Chang Qing flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He rushed backwards, knocking down a pile of tables and chairs, and lay in the wreckage of the tables and chairs.

Suddenly, some people watching the excitement exclaimed.

"Master!"

Wei Yao hurried to Chang Qing and saw that Chang Qing was pressed under several chairs. She just moved a chair away, but was stopped by a voice from under the chair.

"Don't move."

Chang Qing's voice was still flat.

He pushed away the tables and chairs that were pressing on him and stood up.

He was a little embarrassed, his forehead was broken, leaving a deep wound.

He stretched out his hand, exerted a little force, and sprayed out the blood accumulated in his nasal cavity. Chang Qing said to Dan Ji in his heart.

"Okay, now, the chances of winning are 100%."

"Master, are you okay?"

Seeing that Chang Qing was fine, Wei Yao breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to help him up, but he was stopped by him.

"It has nothing to do with you, stay away."

Wei Yao paused, although puzzled, but also obediently stepped back a few steps, looking at him with a worried look.

Chang Qing slowly climbed up, looked at Da Xiong, and said.

"You are committing a crime and attacking the Lingyu family. Even if I kill you now, it will not violate the family rules."

His expression was calm, without any ripples, as if he was just unilaterally sentencing the other party to death.

Although it was a bit redundant, he still had to say this to everyone present.

According to the clan rules, if a servant of Daxiong's status dared to attack the members of the four major families, the members could kill him on the spot.

That's why he wanted Daxiong to punch him in front of everyone.

He didn't let Wei Yao intervene because he was afraid that someone with ulterior motives would use her low status to implicate her. After all, she was not named Lingyu and had no right to kill. If she helped Changqing, she would be an accomplice in Daxiong's death.

Yes, Changqing did all this just to kill people.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, and completely drive away these miscellaneous flies.

"You can die now."

He said coldly and rushed forward.

He was not fast, and his punches did not look like those of a martial artist. Daxiong did not take him seriously.

But when the two of them were close, Chang Qing suddenly exerted force and kicked his feet, cracking the bluestone slabs on the floor of the inn. He crashed into Da Xiong like a cannonball.

The huge force hit Da Xiong, startling him instinctively. He was knocked out before he could stand firm.

He broke the door of the inn and flew out of the inn.

Chang Qing almost crashed into his arms, and the two of them rolled to the open space outside the inn together.

Da Xiong obviously had kung fu skills and more stable basic skills. He climbed up after just a short breath.

But then he felt pain again and couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground.

He looked down and saw a half-broken chair leg stuck in his abdomen.

Originally, with his thick skin and flesh, ordinary sharp weapons could not hurt him.

But the speed that Chang Qing just burst out was too fast, so fast that it was unbelievable.

When he was knocked down on a pile of tables and chairs, he hid the broken chair leg in his sleeve.

The ordinary wooden thorn hidden in his sleeve became unstoppable under such a strong impact.

"You... despicable."

Daxiong roared, and just as he was about to pull out the wooden thorn in his abdomen, Changqing pounced on him like a mad dog.

Behind him, there was a long trail of blood.

That was the blood flowing out of the muscle of one of his calves.

The huge power just now was not without cost.

To make an analogy, his body was like a powerful hydraulic press, but the hammer of the hydraulic press was not steel, but ceramic.

Although the power was great, his body could not bear it.

But he could not feel such pain at all. As early as when he was practicing the six internal organs in Baihua Cave, his pain had become very insensitive.

He suddenly threw the bear, who had not yet stood up, to the ground. Chang Qing fell on him and punched him like a storm.

The bear struggled hard, trying to throw Chang Qing off him, but Chang Qing seemed to have taken root in him, and no matter how he struggled, he could not get away.

The bear was unwilling and angry.Roaring, he punched Chang Qing.

His strength was not small. In everyone's opinion, Chang Qing should have been thrown backwards after being punched.

But after being punched, Chang Qing was like a weed under a hurricane. Although he fell backward violently, he immediately bounced back like a tumbler.

He seemed to be shaky, but in fact, this move relieved a lot of strength.

On the other hand, although Da Xiong's body did not shake, every punch of Chang Qing was like a nail nailed to his body.

There was the ground behind him, so he could not relieve the force. Every punch caused real damage.

The two of them actually fought each other up and down, without any skills, only brute force.

No one else could see the strength of each punch of Chang Qing, only Da Xiong felt it clearly.

The seemingly weak boy in front of him was not weaker than himself!

What was even more terrifying was that he was like a madman, totally ignoring the punches hitting him. He would immediately fight back after each punch, without any breathing interval.

Wouldn't it hurt him!

Almost all the people who could watch here were monks. In their opinion, Chang Qing's attack was far less powerful than Da Xiong's, but what really made people feel cold was Chang Qing's state.

He was really weird, punching while being beaten.

Da Xiong would roar from time to time, but Chang Qing didn't say a word. Even under his punches, the blood spots of Da Xiong flew into his eyes, and he didn't even blink.

He was like a machine that could only punch.

For a while, there was not even a person who dared to step forward to stop him.

Da Xiong was ruthless and took a few punches from Chang Qing. He twisted his body, turned around and supported himself on the ground, and finally pressed Chang Qing under him.

His eyes bulged out, his eyes were wide open, and he stretched his hands to Chang Qing's neck.

Even though he was stupid, he could feel that the boy in front of him was like an immortal zombie, and he seemed to have no feeling no matter what kind of injury he suffered.

So he changed his strategy and directly grabbed his neck, trying to strangle Chang Qing to death.

Under the threat of his life, at this moment he didn't care about the young master's instructions to spare his life. Driven by instinct, he knew that the battle in front of him was completely different from his previous fights with others.

The opponent would not wail after being hit by a punch, nor would he surrender after being seriously injured.

It was a life-and-death struggle.