Broken Night

Chapter Seventy-Three – Who else

It’s just that he was caught off guard when he was attacked.

When he came to his senses, the Nairobi carriage had gone away.

But Chen Shugen knew that they couldn’t go far. That kind of fluctuation can’t deceive people. In particular, he is a tattoo artist, who has carved tattoos for countless tattoo artists into the palace. He knew very well the fluctuations that the tattoo artist was about to break through. Because of the dynamic pattern technique, the unstable pattern force on his body is like a river lacking embankments, and it is out of control.

Roar!

A dragon roar resounded through the sky!

call! !

The wind was blowing loudly in the sky, and the clouds gathered in one direction like a vortex.

At this moment, the world changes color!

“This is…” Chen Shugen also looked shocked, and then the figure shot away in that direction.

…………

Just after the last two strokes, Xu Yan passed out.

However, a figure hugged Xu Yan at the right time and gently placed it on the hay.

The animal claw tattoos on his arms are lifelike, and on his chest there is a dragon head that roars up to the sky and glares with anger, as if it is about to fly away.

This person is Zuo Chengzhe.

His eyes were complicated, looking at the dragon pattern on his chest.

He actually understands the [Coiling Dragon] pattern that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Zuo family, the pattern master who is not even in the realm of the pattern, and uses the stone to enter the pattern… This kid… What kind of monster is he! ?

Whoosh!

A burst of wind came.

At the entrance of the cave, a figure appeared.

The figure is thin and old, and under the strong wind, it looks like a dead tree that will be blown down at any time.

Zuo Chengzhe glanced at him and said to Bai Yun, “President, please take care of him.”

Then he went out like that.

Chen Shugen and Zuo Chengzhe faced each other again, his eyes fell on the ferocious dragon on Zuo Chengzhe’s body, his always calm face, this time he made no secret of his surprise: “Who is it?”

Zuo Chengzhe knew what he was asking: “Who else?”

“Who else could it be?”

When Zuo Chengzhe said the second sentence, his figure had turned into a black shadow.

To be precise, it was not a black shadow, but a shadow that was as pitch-black as ink, condensing and not dispersing.

Shadow, turned into a black dragon.

That’s a punch.

Chen Shugen’s last gaze was the pitch-black dragon head, the giant mouth… and the fist.

At the last moment, Chen Shugen’s old eyes full of death were full of disbelief. What he asked was who could carve his tattoos into the palace in this barren mountain. And Zuo Chengzhe’s two sentences answered him… Who else?

It’s Xu Yan, it’s that hateful kid!

What kind of monster do you want to kill… what kind of monster…

boom! !

With one punch, Chen Shugen’s entire head burst open.

There was no time to react, and he punched him.

Zuo Chengzhe glanced at the corpse on the ground and slowly shook his head.

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North, Four Seasons Mountain.

Four Seasons is in the Four Seasons Mountain. As one of the biggest forces in the north, the Four Seasons Mountain is naturally unbreakable.

Although it is famous as Four Seasons Mountain, it is not just a mountain.

To be precise, Four Seasons Mountain is a continuous mountain, not just a single mountain.

There are five peaks in the Four Seasons Mountain.

Its names are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter Four Peaks. Among them, Xiafeng is the main peak, and it is also the place where Yang Xia, the current mountain owner of the Four Seasons, lives. It’s just that at the top of Xiafeng at this moment, there are bursts of shouts echoing.

“You unworthy son! How dare you call your father by his first name! Look at me today, I beat your **** to bloom!” With a beard that is not trimmed, he looks like a man in the rivers and lakes. But at this moment, he was holding a long feather duster in his hand, waving it around like a dog.

And not far in front of him, there is a young man with a long stick to parry: “Fuck! Want me to call you a father, dream!”

His stick skills are extremely mysterious, and he seems to be embarrassed to parry, but it is always dangerous and dangerous to sweep away the coveted chicken feather duster.

“Hmph! I thought I would be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu after breaking through the first palace!” The big man who had been chasing after him heard the young man’s words slowly, and his anger grew. His arms began to glow with dreamy rays of light.

It was a fiery red halo.

“You’re a big boss! How dare you use the power on me, you are not ashamed!” His footsteps are also mysterious and unpredictable, and while chasing him in a hurry, he is measured. The bursts of light smoke gradually rose as he quickened his pace! Seeing this kind of footwork, the big man who had been chasing after him was secretly shocked: “How did this little **** learn such mysterious footwork!”

It’s just that his face is calm: “You are dead!”

The red light of the arm surrounded the feather duster, and slammed it horizontally towards the figure in front. The red light was swung out by him like this.

The arc-shaped red light of the moon was flying between the flights, and some phantoms seemed to be seen in it.

Among the red lights, is the hot sun, the sound of the clear ocean waves, and the sound of the canopy being blown, that is, the sound of summer.

It’s hard to imagine that there are all kinds of changes in one attack.

The boy who fled in embarrassment in front was even more frightened and screamed: “You bastard! You even used tattoo skills!”

Although he screamed strangely, the boy’s response was not in a hurry.

An arc was drawn under his feet, and he turned from his back to the big man to his front to face the big man and the red arc, but his speed was not slow at all. The left arm lit up with bursts of pink light, and as his light rose, the stick body was also filled with that pink light.

With that pink halo, the boy danced the long stick in his hand.

The long stick was danced into a phantom by him, which was a half-arc-shaped pink mask in the shape of a shield.

As soon as he saw the mask, the big man became angry: “Big brother even taught you [Chun Mian Wu Jue Xiao]!”

Originally, his blow was just to control the bastard. After all, it was his son, so naturally he would not use his full strength. If he strikes with all his strength, even the space and the earth will be smashed into pieces by him. But he still never imagined that his son would actually learn the tattoo skills that they have passed down from generation to generation in the four seasons [Spring Sleep]!

How long has it been since he stepped into the First Palace? !

“Smelly old man!” The boy screamed strangely, and the shield-like pink light shield and red light arc dissipated at the same time. He made a face at the big man and ran down the mountain quickly!

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It is also the north, but here it has a strong dreamy atmosphere.

The luxurious palace that stretches for thousands of miles, the mist that persists for many years.

This is a great power, but at the same time it is a well-known and dangerous place in the big 6—the Chaoxia Palace.

At the core of Chaoxia Palace, there is another courtyard belonging to the Palace Master.

The courtyard is not too luxurious, with a slight embellishment in the simplicity, without a sense of luxury.

It is hard to imagine that this is where the world-famous tattoo artist, Wanqianhong, lives.

Wan Qianhong sat in the gazebo, holding long needles in both hands, sewing something.

Outside the pavilion, a young man stood silently.

He didn’t move, but his body was shaking slightly.

Because he was squatting right away, and this was more than that. There was a mound on the ten fingers he held flatly.

In addition to the horse steps, the ten small mounds were the most painful part.

The so-called ten-finger pain returns to the heart, although this exercise does not intentionally cause ten-finger pain, it makes the entire arm and even the fingers extremely tired. This is a very hard training, in addition to the exercise is more spiritual.

“Time’s up.” Wan Qianhong smiled slightly, and the movements of his subordinates also stopped.