There Are Too Many Girls, Which Greatly Delays My Cultivation Of Immortality.

Nangong Feixue said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about? Since I have seen it, how can you ignore it?"

Ye Qingchen said to the coachman: "I'll go and see. You first get the carriage out of the alley."

As he moved closer to the scene of the incident, he discovered a very strange phenomenon.

The four people who were pushed to the ground and beaten were obviously people with high internal strength, but the internal strength of the people who beat them was very shallow, and there were even two people who had no internal strength at all.

If the few people who were being beaten resisted, they could knock these people down in minutes, but they were willing to be beaten with bruises and bruises on their noses and faces without saying a word.

Look at the young man standing on the side giving instructions. He is only about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has a fat face, a big belly, and is as fat as a ball. It can be seen from the bright clothes and jade belt that he comes from a prominent family background.

"Stop!" Ye Qingchen shouted loudly.

The men who were beating him stopped and looked at him in surprise, as if they didn't believe that anyone would come to stop him.

The little fat man with big head and big ears narrowed his eyes and looked this way. He sneered disdainfully and asked, "Boy, are you tired of living? Do you dare to interfere in my own business?"

Ye Qingchen was about to ask a question when he suddenly heard a man lying on the ground shout in surprise: "Master Ye!"

Ye Qingchen took a closer look and saw a bald man with blood pouring from his head and face.

"Fan Yuanqing?" Ye Qingchen asked uncertainly.

In this Linzhou City, the people who know Ye Qingchen should be the people from the Kuaishou Men Yangweitang. Among the people who followed Yan Guinan to Qian Kingdom, there was indeed a bald man named Fan Yuanqing.

"Master Ye actually remembers Fan's name!" The man's bloody face showed gratitude.

Ye Qingchen stepped forward to help Fan Yuanqing, but a man stopped him with a stick and said arrogantly: "Stop, the young master is asking you a question."

Ye Qingchen sneered, with murderous intent on his face, and was about to take action.

Fan Yuanqing shouted in horror: "Young Master Ye, no!"

He struggled to get up from the ground, but someone beside him swung a stick and knocked him to the ground with a plop.

Fan Yuanqing immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, but lay on the ground and looked at Ye Qingchen, shaking his head to signal him not to act rashly. Obviously, they did not dare to offend the little fat man because of his family background, so they allowed them to bully him.

Anger rose in Ye Qingchen's heart. He wanted to take the lives of these bully dogs, but it was just a matter of waving his hand.

But from Fan Yuanqing's eyes, he saw that things might not be simple. Killing people feels good for a while, but it is very likely to plunge the Yan family into a deeper crisis.

After all, Ye Qingchen was just passing by and would eventually leave here with Nangong Feixue for Jinling.

He could protect the Yan family for a while, but he couldn't protect it for the rest of his life.

If he tries his best now, but after he leaves, the Yan family is unable to protect itself and suffers disaster, then his sin will be great.

The little fat man came forward and looked at him with his head tilted, as if he could see that he was not a kind person.

"Do you know them?" the little fat man asked with his head held high, "Tell me, who are you? I'll weigh it to see if it's worth giving me face."

One of the minions put a wooden stick with a thick wrist against Ye Qingchen's chest and said arrogantly: "Are you fucking mute? The young master is asking you a question!"

Ye Qingchen smiled faintly, looked at the man and said: "Although I know them, I have no intention of helping them get revenge so far. But now you are pushing a stick against my chest. This is the dispute between you and me." Got it!"

"Haha..." The man pushed the stick forward, pushed it harder, raised his eyebrows and smiled contemptuously, "There are already many people who have issues with me, Liu Laoer, and it doesn't matter if I add you. .”

Ye Qingchen nodded and glanced at the man who called himself Liu Laoer with pity.

He was temporarily forbearing just now because he didn't know the strength of his opponent, and he was afraid that he would implicate the Yan family and put his friends in danger. If the opponent's power is indeed so great that it can cover the sky with one hand, from the Yan family's point of view, they would definitely rather suffer a small loss than provoke it.

But now, Liu Laoer's behavior has directly offended and threatened him. He doesn't want to endure it anymore, he doesn't want to endure it anymore, and he can't endure it anymore!

I didn't see any movement on his hands, I just saw him glaring at Liu Laoer's right hand holding the stick.

Boom!

There was an explosion, and the hand exploded into a ball of blood mist. The stick in his hand also fell to the ground.

Liu Laoer was stunned, looking at his broken arm with blood spurting out with a look of shock and confusion. It seemed that the pain of losing his right hand had not yet reached his brain.

The blood mist mixed with meat residue from the explosion in his right hand splashed on his own face and the little fat man's face.

At the same time, Ye Qingchen blew a gentle breath to prevent the blood from floating on himself.

"Ah, ah..." Only then did Liu Laoer react. He pinched his severed arm with his left hand and let out a heartbreaking scream.

The people on the street were stunned and ran away in fear.

The little fat man turned pale with fright and took a few steps back involuntarily. His minions gathered around him and stood beside him.

"Master Ye, don't be impulsive!" Fan Yuanqing begged and shouted again.

Ye Qingchen asked in confusion: "Who is this little fat man? Why are you afraid of him?"

Fan Yuanqing said with a grimace: "He is Jiang Qinghou, the son of Lord Jiang Jingwei, the supervisor of Linzhou."

Supervisor?

Ye Qingchen had never heard of this official position, and it must be unique to the Chu State. Judging from the reactions of Fan Yuanqing and others, it seems that the power of the supervisor is extremely great, and he can even control the life and death of the Yan family.

The little fat man's face had turned pale with fear just now, but now his face suddenly gained a bit of fearless confidence.

And the people under him gradually calmed down, and their arrogance reappeared.

Ye Qingchen smiled faintly. Just now, he didn't know what kind of force the other party was, and he was still worried about the Yan family. Now that he knows the details of the other party, he doesn't care anymore.

He didn't know how big Linzhou's supervisor was. At most, he was on an equal footing with the prefect Tu Wenbo, right?

But no matter how big he is, he is just a local official. Can he be bigger than the one sitting in Ye Qingchen's carriage?

It seems that Nangong Feixue's first fire after returning to China will be lit in Linzhou Mansion.

Thinking of this, a plan came to mind.

Jiang Qinghou said: "My surname is Ye, I can see that you are indeed quite capable. I will give you a face today and spare these four people."

He waved his hand to his men and said, "Let's go!"

"Wait!" Ye Qingchen said, "I haven't agreed to let you go yet."

A tall, dark-skinned man in front of Jiang Qinghou said: "Master Jiang doesn't care about you, what else do you want? In Linzhou City, whoever offends Master Jiang will never survive until tomorrow. If you don't believe it, just ask These people lying on the ground!”

Another man with a scar on his upper lip echoed: "That's right, you don't have to drink wine as a penalty. If the incident alarms Mr. Jiang, not only you, but also the entire Yan family will not be able to have an easy time."

"Master Ye, forget it!" Fan Yuanqing, who had already gotten up, begged, clutching his chest.

Ye Qingchen said: "Forget it, but Mr. Jiang has to leave something behind."

Jiang Qinghou knew that this man was powerful and did not dare to confront him head-on. Now he just wanted to lose money and avoid disaster and escape, so that he could go back and find someone to settle the accounts slowly. Without saying anything, he took out a banknote from his arms.

"Five hundred taels, is that enough?"

Ye Qingchen took the bank note and said, "This is to compensate the Yan family. What I want you to keep is an ear."

"What?" Jiang Qinghou was shocked.

Just when he was about to turn around and run away, Ye Qingchen made his right hand look like an eagle's claw and grabbed him. Jiang Qinghou's fat body flew into the air.

Ye Qingchen caught him, pushed him to the ground, unsheathed the Dragon Sword, and cut off his left ear with lightning speed.

"Ah..." Jiang Qinghou's blood flowed all over the ground and he howled like a slaughtering pig.