The alien species of the city arrives

"You are so brave, you dare to call me stupid!" Fu Yan approached Zhang Hui, reaching out and grabbing Zhang Hui's hand.

Zhang Hui turned to the side and withdrew a few steps. He had already seen Fu Yan's way, and knew that Fu Yan had a slight verbal discomfort, so he had to do it.Looking at the situation, Fu Yan didn't remember that they had met at Beimang last year.

Fu Yan thought that Zhang Hui was just a child of an ordinary person in Changdu. If he hadn't met him by chance today, he would have been too lazy to find such an ordinary person in the crowd, but now he sees Zhang Hui's skill and seems to be able to understand him. In addition, when Zhang Hui spoke, he didn't feel like a native of Changdu, so he became curious about Zhang Hui: "Who are you on earth?"

"Lushan Zhang Hui." Zhang Hui replied decisively, taking a cold look at Fu Yan.

"Lushan disciple? Oh, it's terrible. No wonder you are so proud. I don't care where you come from. I don't care if you fight. If you don't fight, I don't know each other. I always know people by fighting." Fu Yan said. He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui retreated into an alley not far away, afraid of hurting passersby.He pulled out the Qingying Sword, and Fu Yan's eyes suddenly widened by the sword light.

"Hey, I remember this sword, I think about it..." Fu Yan fell into a moment of memory, "Ah, we saw it when we were in Beimang, you also brought this sword back then."

Zhang Hui nodded and said, "Ha, you remember."

"Then I want to fight this fight with you more. At that time, I wanted to try and compete with you, and the result...the Great God Seat is here." Fu Yan would be a little scared every time he talked about Yan Zhinan's expression.

Zhang Hui also remembered the situation at that time. When Yan Zhinan took Fu Yan back, it was like taking his own naughty child home.

Fu Yan was interested in the Green Sakura Sword in Zhang Hui's hand. He kept his eyes on the sword, and kept trying to attack Zhang Hui's sword holding hand, trying to take the sword away.

When Zhang Hui was in Beimang, he personally watched Fu Yan deal with a group of people who chased him. He felt that his reaction was quick and accurate. Moreover, Fu Yan’s ability to react is not like acquired through hard work, more like innate. Just have that kind of talent.

Now that Zhang Hui is able to fight Fu Yan, although Zhang Hui feels that he can't relax for a moment, he cries out in his heart.

Yun Dou looked anxiously at the two people in this alley who were playing really well. He wanted to rush up to stop them, seeing how fast they were, dazzling Yun Dou.

Zhang Hui's light work and reaction speed are far behind Fu Yan. Fu Yan walked through the alley at will, like a light swallow, able to change directions at any time, while Zhang Hui can only use the power of the Qing Ying Sword to make Fu Yan didn't dare to approach rashly.

Fu Yan didn't plan to defeat Zhang Hui with a few tricks. He seemed to enjoy the fighting process very much and hoped to play with Zhang Hui for a while.

Zhang Hui was hurriedly avoiding Fu Yan in the alley. At this time, he saw a 14-to-five-year-old boy hiding under a wall. A dilapidated door was placed diagonally on the wall, and it was built into the wall. A gap where people can hide.

The boy opened his eyes wide in fright and looked outside, standing close to the wall, looking stupefied.

Fu Yan hadn't noticed so much at all. Zhang Hui knew that Fu Yan would not sympathize with the weak, so he simply pretended not to find the child and led Fu Yan away from the boy.

Fu Yan thought Zhang Hui was playing tricks on him, so he didn't go that way, and forced Zhang Hui to be near the door where the boy was hiding.

Zhang Hui saw Fu Yan kicking towards the door panel. He was worried that if the door panel fell, it would hit the boy, so he quickly blocked the door panel.

Fu Yanfei came over and hooked Zhang Hui on the neck, kicking Zhang Hui black in front of him, and staggering a few times.

Fu Yan heard the sobbing of the child behind the door panel, and then realized that Zhang Hui just wanted to protect the child hiding behind.

"Where is the Mao boy, hiding here is getting in the way!" Fu Yan cursed, rushing over to the boy from the other side, and straightly took the boy out and hung the clothes on his back in the air.

The boy was so scared that he couldn't cry, he just cocked his mouth and made a croaking sound, but his hand was tightly holding a mouthful of saliva and black dust.

Fu Yan lifted the boy in the air and threw it in the air. The posture was no different from that of a rabbit.

"Don't hurt him." Zhang Hui looked at Fu Yan and begged earnestly.

Fu Yan put the boy on the ground, moved his hand from the boy's back to his neck, and pinched his neck a little bit harder: "Is it because I hurt him?"

"Why are you so inhuman, such a small child, and you have no grievances and no grudges against you!" Zhang Hui came forward and cursed.

Yun Dou also came up, pretending to be smiling and trying to get close to Fu Yan: "Master Fu Yan, this kid has only lived for so many years. It's a pity to die, and he has no ill will towards you."

"I don't understand, this kid has nothing to do with you, so why are you all begging for him?" Fu Yan looked at Zhang Hui and Yun Dou suspiciously.

What Fu Yan said made Zhang Hui feel chill. Only then did he really know that Fu Yan is really different from ordinary people. He didn't even have a little compassion for a child, and he couldn't even understand the compassion of others. , Zhang Hui was very curious about the environment in which Fu Yan grew up and how she became such a terrifying person.

Fu Yan pursed her mouth, shook her head helplessly, and pushed the boy aside: "Go away, nasty little thing, go home."

The boy’s trousers were wet, and it seemed that he was scared to pee. Yun Dou quickly went up and held him by the shoulder and led him to the side: "Brother won't hit you, don't be afraid, go back soon."

Fu Yan stuck in his waist and walked toward the alley: "It's boring, I won't fight anymore, I will ask you to fight next time if I am interested."

Zhang Hui and Yundou also followed towards the road. At this moment, there was a cry from a distance, mixed with shouts: "The emperor is dead!"

Zhang Hui looked to the front and knelt down on the street. Some people were still crying in the same place, crying like their parents.

Yun Dou said in shock: "How come your Majesty died so suddenly!"

This is also the first time in his life that Zhang Hui has experienced a national funeral. Amidst these cries and shouts, some sorrow was involuntarily born in his heart.

Only Fu Yan, as if watching a rarity, walked quickly toward the street and laughed: "Are you singing, crying so much, what does it matter to you when the emperor is dead? Why cry? Yo yo Oh, you shed tears, there are too many ridiculous things about you Qi people."

People on the street who saw Fu Yan knew that he was a demon king, so they didn't dare to talk to him, for fear that they would provoke the tongue. Those who didn't know him would only dare to say such rebellious things if he was a lunatic.