Supreme Violent Young Master

In the forest, every kind of bird and bird could be found. In front of Zhang Hao and the other capital's rich descendants whose roots were at the verge of turning red, an even more capable person actually came. As soon as he said it, the popinjay's voice came out. Chen Yuyang glanced at it with contempt. He felt a little helpless and thought: The rich descendants I have now is getting more and more outrageous.    

    

A few young boys, yes, only boys could describe them, for they were probably only fourteen or fifteen years old.    

    

These people were all wearing famous brands, and their ways of doing things made people feel very uncomfortable. The way he walked made him look especially cocky. Chen Yuyang, Ji Wushuang and Xiao Xiao shook their heads, showing their dissatisfaction. However, they were just a group of children after all, so Chen Yuyang didn't want to make life difficult for them.    

    

Arriving in front of the black clothed man, Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "Sir, we seem to be blocking the path of others. I wonder if the young miss would like to invite all of us to have a hot bowl of beef soup?"    

    

The black clothed man squinted his eyes and took a step back. The years of bloodshed had made them very sensitive to the aura emitted from a person. He knew that this handsome young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. It was an animal's keen sense.    

    

After some thought, the man in black said, "Sir, please follow me!"    

    

Chen Yuyang smiled and nodded, but Li Sisi was a little displeased: "Why do we have to accept an invitation from an unfamiliar person? Besides, they didn't necessarily have good intentions. Let's not go! "    

    

Zhang Hao, however, did not want to mess around and said, "Go, there's someone to treat you to a meal, why don't you go!"    

    

However, Chen Yuyang and the others felt that something was amiss. When they turned around, they saw that a few popinjays were following them.    

    

Chen Yuyang quipped: "Little friends, what are you doing following us?"    

    

A small boy suddenly stood out from between the youngsters. Although he had a childish face, he said in an aged voice, "Brat, the few girls beside you are not bad, we have taken a fancy to them and obediently let them accompany us tonight. Otherwise, I will let you all lie down and leave this street today!"    

    

After saying that, the young man gave a thumbs up, making a gesture like a King of Zhou, but this action reminded Chen Yuyang and the others of something.    

    

Zhang Hao laughed in boredom: "Good boy, you still managed to follow the rap route. You're a child now!"    

    

Xiao Xiao also snorted, and said disdainfully: "You haven't even grown hair, and you already know how to play with women. A bunch of brainless trash, where did you get this from?!"    

    

"You actually dare to look down on me. I've played with dozens of women, and I don't even have a hundred. If someone gives me the nickname 'Golden Spear', I won't fall for it. You'd better be sensible and not let us fight you!"    

    

With that, the youth took out a sharp fruit knife and gestured in front of him. He coldly laughed, "How is it? Are you afraid?"    

    

Chen Yuyang patted his head helplessly and said: "Haozi, I'll leave it to you!"    

    

Zhang Hao laughed: "Alright, but a group of children is really boring." With that, Zhang Hao arrived in front of the group of children, his speed was extremely fast, he snatched the fruit knife over, holding both ends, he gently used his strength, with a cracking sound, the fruit knife broke into two: "Kids, what are you playing with, go back to your mother, I will tell you the fairy tale!"    

    

Zhang Hao, who thought he had intimidated this group of children, turned around and was about to leave, but a tender voice stopped him: "Stop!"    

    

Zhang Hao turned around, and the youth called Young Master Yan was already standing in front of him. "You want to leave after insulting my brother?    

    

Zhang Hao unscrupulously looked at the child in front of him and laughed: "Then what do you want to do?"    

    

"Kneel down and kowtow to apologize. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"    

    

Zhang Hao had his hand on his waist, and laughed coldly: "Little brat, I want to see how you're going to be rude!"    

    

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hao could see that this Young Master Yan had already struck out his fist. His speed was extremely fast, of course, for ordinary people. The fist power contained inner force. Even the man in black couldn't help but be scared. It wasn't because of this youth's strength, but because he had cultivated inner strength at such a young age. What kind of terrifying clan was behind him?    

    

These men in black had been licking the blood off of their blades for a long time. Of course, they knew that people with inner strength were much more terrifying than ordinary people. These were all inhuman forces. Unfortunately, this Young Master Yan met a group of people that were different from the others.    

    

Facing this "weak" fist, Zhang Hao did not dodge at all. The tall man from before said proudly: "Young Master Yan's fist is so strong, it can penetrate a big tree, this guy is most likely going to die!"    

    

"Of course, of course, Young Master Yan is invincible!" The children echoed him.    

    

However, something unexpected happened, upon striking Zhang Hao with this punch, Zhang Hao did not seem to have any reaction, it was actually Young Master Yan who retracted his fist all of a sudden, looking at the red and swollen fist, he could not help but say: "Kid, what did you eat? How come your body is harder than steel!"    

    

Yang Xiaoyun chuckled: "Little brother, you should go back and drink some more milk. You can't beat him!"    

    

"I don't believe it!" Young Master Yan was extremely unhappy with Yang Xiaoyun's little brother saying, as she spoke, she swung her leg downwards. The little brothers behind him cheered, "Come on Young Master Yan, Young Master Yan will win!"    

    

With a crisp clack, Zhang Hao still did not move an inch, and that delicate retreat on his shoulder seemed to have been fractured. Zhang Hao shrugged his shoulders lightly, and the youth flew out like a kite with its string cut. He crashed into a barbeque stall and cried out, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"    

    

When he looked again, that Young Master Yan's butt was already covered in a lot of charcoal, and sparks were flying everywhere.    

    

"Young Master Yan, Young Master Yan ?" The group of children immediately surrounded him.    

    

Seeing Young Master Yan running away, Zhang Hao laughed without restraint. On the other hand, Yang Xiaoyun looked at Zhang Hao with disdain, and said: "What kind of ability is this to bully children! I really don't know how you can laugh. "    

    

Zhang Hao said straightforwardly: "Who let him have any ideas about you, this is a small punishment!"    

    

By the side, Xiao Xiao looked at Yan Shao who was constantly rubbing his buttocks with a face full of death, and laughed sinisterly: "Burning his butt, not bad, not bad!"    

    

Yang Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment and then said, "You also eat a child's vinegar? You're not a man!" Although she said so, Yang Xiaoyun's heart was still as sweet as if she had been fed honey.    

    

That black-clothed man was stunned for a long time as he thought: That Young Master Yan's fist technique is very powerful, but in front of him, it's like a child playing with the house. What kind of people did Miss want to invite? How could they be so abnormal?    

    

Yan Zhengming was truly out of luck today. He had met a bunch of perverts, and the scar on his butt would probably follow him for the rest of his life, reminding him of this shame. Yan Zhengming was fourteen years old, a disciple of the Yan Clan with Luoyang. It could be said that the Yan Clan was not a big family, and from the ancestors until now, they had practiced martial arts. However, the ancient martial arts had declined and what the Yan Clan knew was only the surface.    

    

Yan Zhengming had cultivated inner strength at the age of twelve and was considered a rare genius in the ancient martial arts family. Therefore, the Yan family kept this son in their mouths for fear of losing him. Since he was young, this childe had never suffered such humiliation.    

    

The more Yan Zhengming thought about it, the more angry he became and the more upset he got. Beside him, the group of arrogant brats saw the invincible Young Master Yan being beaten to such a miserable state, they did not dare to say a word and only stared blankly at this young master.    

    

With a bang, Yan Zhengming fiercely crushed the cup in his hand. His voice was cold as he said, "Little bag, contact Brother Luo for me. If I don't avenge this grudge, I, Yan Zhengming, swear that I will not be a human being!"    

    

"Alright, Young Master Yan, just you wait!" The tall and big youth immediately picked up his phone and dialed a number.    

    

Soon, the phone was delivered to Yan Zhengming's hand. "Young Master Yan, Brother Luo wants to talk to you!"    

    

Yan Zhengming took the phone. A gentle voice sounded on the other end of the line, "Little Ming, what happened? Did someone bully you? "    

    

"Brother Luo, I'm at Xing Hua Street in the Old City. A few outsiders just now ?" Yan Zhengming explained the situation. The other side was silent for a moment, then continued to smile gently: "Little Ming, don't be anxious, keep an eye on them. I'll be there right away, if anyone dares to touch my Young Marshal's army, I, Luo Tu, will let him know the surname of this Luoyang city!"    

    

"Alright, Brother Luo, you have to help me vent my anger. Also, these guys might all be practitioners!" Brother Luo brought some experts! "    

    

"Mm, I understand. You keep an eye on them, don't let them escape!" Luo Tu said.    

    

After hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on Yan Zhengming's face as he said, "Little Bao, keep an eye on those outsiders. Don't let them leave. Even if they leave, you have to see where they are staying!"    

    

"Yes, Young Master Yan, I'll go now!" The small bag immediately stood up and jogged over.    

    

Luoyang, in the thirteen ancient capital, had some influence over the years. These forces were just like the rich descendants of the capital, they were able to stand above certain rules. And the biggest aristocratic family in Luoyang City was none other than the Luo Family. A family that followed the surname of Luoyang City, or another family that followed the surname of Luoyang.    

    

Speaking of the Luo Family, Zhejiang Dao also had a Luo Family, which was also one of the four city lords in Chen Yuyang's previous life. And that Luo Family was related to that Luo Family, except that they were a branch of that Luo Family. Back then, if Chen Yuyang had not been so domineering and used the military legend to intimidate the world, the situation in Zhejiang Province would probably have been different.    

    

In the huge awning, Chen Yuyang and the others were not many in number, but in an empty beef broth stall, they were very conspicuous, especially for the handsome man and woman that were all over the place.