Chapter 31 The act of an ironic clown

Everyone looked at it and saw that this man had a cold and resolute cheek, indifferent eyes as water, blue clothes, long hair casually scattered his shoulders, and a trace of restrained charm in his free and easy.

This is a teenager!

Did the depression just come from him? Xingtai Hong was in a trance and was stunned to find that he could not see the strength of this teenager! Is he a monk in the late Jindan period?

Tan Taihong is the cultivation of Jindan's mid-term cultivation. It can't detect Zhang Yan's strength, but it does not mean that his eyesight is bad. On the contrary, he almost instantly concluded that the panic in his heart must have come from this beautiful teenager!

He was going to intervene in this matter. Hun Taihong was sure of this point. As soon as Zhang Yan's voice fell, when the daughters of Shuiyuezong and Liu Nuoxuan had not recovered, he quickly swept towards Liu Nuoxuan. At the same time, he stretched out his right palm, clenched his fingers into claws, and grabbed Liu Nuoxuan's shoulder.

His reaction was not unpleasant, and his speed was even faster than lightning. He saw that he was about to catch Liu Nuoxuan, but he saw a hand suddenly stand in front of him, and a golden wrapped hand emanating a magnificent hand.

His eyes shrank, and Taihong shouted loudly. He couldn't care about grab Liu Nuoxuan and pushed his hands forward. Two fire dragons suddenly gushed out of his palm and rushed towards the sudden golden palm.

A cold hum exploded in his ear, and he saw the figure in front of him shaking. The teenager did not avoid it and stamped his palm on the fire dragon head fiercely.

Touch! With a muffled sound, Tan Taihong's body flew out obliquely, landed on the ground more than 20 feet away, and retreated seven or eight steps back again. His face turned red like blood and suddenly protruded a mouthful of blood.

With a gentle palm, how powerful it is?

As early as when Han Taihong drank violently, the women woke up. When they saw a flower in front of them, they saw that Taihong spit blood 20 feet away. They couldn't help but look at the teenager beside them. When they looked at the teenager beside them, their eyes were full of unconcealed horror, and there was a trace of joy in their eyes slowly rising slowly and bright.

This person is Zhang Yan. It has been about ten days since he resolutely left Hanlou City. During this period, he did not fly away, nor did he show his strength in front of anyone. Even when he encountered the sneak attack of some low-level monsters, he was stunned and did not get any blood. Like a harmless and kind passer-by, he has not experienced the dewd things he has seen with cold eyes, but he has a feeling in his heart.

He is not in a hurry to travel. He only spends several hours trekking south during the day, only in the clear sky, and only when he is in a good mood. The rest of the time is chewing and digesting the past, present, and the feelings and experiences that will be touched.

The practice of human feelings is an article, consciously refining the mind, transforming layer by layer, and finally there will be a day when the cocoon is broken into a butterfly and dancing. And Zhang Yan asked himself to do it: not be flattered.

No one in the world dares to say that anyone can be proud and humiliated in the face of anyone at any time. Can Zhang Yan do it?

Zhang Yan didn't know whether he could do it or not, but he knew that he was trying to get closer step by step in that direction. It's like this incident when I came to Qionglin Grassland. Long before Taihong came, he found Shuiyuezong and his party thousands of feet away. He ignored what they did, who were in the carriage, and why they were all nuns...

This is not a cold-blooded selfishness that has nothing to do with. It's really not. Zhang Yan believes that three women in one play and 30 women together is a terrible explosion point. No matter how high their cultivation is, there will be the possibility of active or passively being killed anytime and anywhere, together with a hornet's nest. The nature cannot be touched.

So when Fan Taihong appeared with rampant arrogance and asked Liu Nuoxuan to hand over things, Zhang Yan was still indifferent thousands of feet away and was a stone-hearted passer-by.

But if people are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? Zhang Yan is a stubborn and strong person, and such people are generally more or less male chauvinist. Regardless of the quality of male chauvinism, at least when such people encounter the same situation as Zhang Yan, they will also stand up for the so-called justice.

It is said that it is inappropriate for heroes to save beauty, and it is even more inappropriate to draw a knife to help. What can barely be explained is Zhang Yan's words, 'I can't stand a big man bullying a lot of women, regardless of good or bad'.

The meaning of this sentence is that even if this woman is wrong, even if this man is wronged, when this aggrieved man bullies the wrong woman, he is also unaccustomed to Zhang Yan and will also take care of it. As for the future development, Zhang Yan is not a person who helps Zhou to abuse him. As long as he comforts Your own values are enough and will not contribute to its arrogance.

I have to say that when Zhang Yan deals with this problem, the angle, starting point, and even practice he stands are very different from ordinary people. In the eyes of outsiders, it is easy to be misunderstood as a feminist, a bitch, and a scum among men...

In a word, because Fan Taihong wanted to kill Shui Yuezong and others in an alternative way, he was disowned by Zhang Yan, so he was slapped out fiercely by Zhang Yan when he stretched out his big hand.

There is nothing wrong with this group of women. This man is not wronged and arrogant. According to Zhang Yan's values of finding another way, this action is not only unpleasant, but also standing on justice.

Tan Taihong seemed to spit out a large mouthful of blood and his cheeks became pale. In fact, he was not seriously injured, but he was swung out 20 feet away with one palm. After all, it was an embarrassing thing, especially the originator was still an overly young teenager. Although he could not see Zhang Yan's strength, although he had vaguely guessed Zhang Yan's cultivation. Higher than himself, but people want a piece of skin. Can they run away in such a situation? No, you can't be pressed with the ugly title of pissing under a sling!

"Do you know who I am?" Taihong decided to deter the boy.

Zhang Yan shook his head.

"You don't know who I am, so you dare to intervene in this matter. Why?" Xing Taihong was obviously disappointed that Zhang Yan did not know his identity, but he would not explain it to Zhang Yan. As soon as he explained it, he became fierce. He understood.

"Is it for that too?" Ting Taihong couldn't help answering, and then he thought that this boy's purpose should be the same as his own, right?

Half silent, Zhang Yan opened his mouth in the curious and alert eyes of the daughters of Shuiyuezong and Liu Nuoxuan.

"I just don't like you."

Do you like me? In a stunned state, a touch of anger gushed out of the scar's face, which was perfunctory to me! This is laughing at my face! This is in...

All the women are also strange. It's hard to say the reason, but the Taihong is indeed ugly, and we also don't like him...

Seeing that everyone's eyes fell on his very masculine face, the rolling anger instantly drowned out Taihong's reason, and the twisted scars on his face came alive like countless earthworms. Qiang kept a trace of sobriety and shouted, "Ty me clearly, you don't think I'm going well, where is it not going well?"

"Face." Zhang Yan was so funny that he couldn't help laughing at him.

"Is it true that no one appreciates such a masculine face?" Yu Taihong's face became ashes and muttered to himself. It seems that he is usually proud of having a scar face.

Zhang Yan pulled the corners of his mouth and almost laughed. Why is this guy like this? He looked domineering and fierce just now, but now it's a little funny and pitiful.

Zhang Yan didn't laugh. The women of Shuiyuezong covered their mouths with one hand, squeezed their mouths and smiled. Looking at their shaking shoulders, if it hadn't been for the presence of Taihong, they would have laughed out loud.

"Do you think my face is not smooth?" Taihong couldn't help asking again.

Zhang Yan nodded immediately.

"Could your eyes be long and slanted?" Han Taihong looked into Zhang Yan's eyes with a hopeful face.

Zhang Yan shook his head.

"No, your eyes are oblique, or you will be conquered by my masculine face." Han Taihong was resolute, and the scars on his face stretched, like countless earthworms stretching their waists.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone couldn't help laughing, and the depressing atmosphere around them was swept away.

What's wrong with this Taihong? Is it that Zhang Yan's palm made his head stunned and he became stupid?

At this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly said, "Was pretending to be a clown to delay time? This trick is good."

The women were stunned, but saw the momentum of Taihong change. The whole person regained the violent breath just now, and his face became ugly. It turned out that all this was pretended by Han Taihong. When did Zhang Yan see it? Why did you expose him at this moment? Why did he delay Taihong's time?

But when he saw Taihong, he sneered and said, "Do you see it now? It's too late!"

Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "It's not too late. Killing one is also killing, and killing a group is also killing. There is no difference."

When his face changed, Taihong was surprised and said, "Can you see it?"

Zhang Yan ignored him and turned his head and swept around. His voice was not loud, but it clearly spread to the surrounding area. "If I don't come out again, I will personally find out these blind things!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the green grass dozens of feet away around suddenly explode. Seven figures suddenly rushed out of the ground and folded in mid-air. They were fast, with a fierce wind, and came behind Tan Taihong in the blink of an eye.

Tan Taihong did not turn his head. He knew that he must be the other elders of his family.

When I went out this time, the Dantai family actually sent eight Jindan monks to intercept me. What a big hand. Liu Nuoxuan had been observing. At this time, she suddenly saw seven more Jindan monks in the field. There were ripples on her pale face, and her surprise flashed away.

She still stood there handsomely, cold and plain in her eyes, without a trace of fear, but when her eyes had fallen on Zhang Yan's broad back, she had a little more unspeakable brilliance, very beautiful, like a bright diamond that suddenly emitted a beam of light.

(Hu~~ more than ten minutes late, won't you delay watching?)