The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 101 Dealing with this monk

Upon hearing the sound, both of them, who were deeply engrossed in their conversation, turned around and noticed.

"Oh, you're awake?" Chen Feng said.

The monk immediately felt cheated again: "Didn't you say you didn't know this female benefactor?"

"Who the hell said I don't know her? Did I say that?" Chen Feng dodged his stick, glanced at the shattered road on the ground, and then looked at him with disdain. "I just said she's not my wife. Besides, if I didn't know her, why would I be fighting with you? Have you lost your mind?"

The monk was brimming with fighting spirit. Even from a distance of more than ten meters, Yan Luo could feel the monk's desire to tear Chen Feng to pieces.

That's right, just with his mouth, he drew everyone's aggro to level ten before the fight even started.

Yan Luo stood up, a gleaming silver whip appearing in her hand. She roared, "You stinking monk, I'll make you pay for the blow you just struck me with!"

Her spiritual power wasn't strong, but the whip was a genuine spiritual weapon. When it struck, the monk, who was completely unprepared, only felt a sharp pain in his back.

Looking back, he realized that the whip had actually broken through his golden shield!

Seeing this, Chen Feng naturally wouldn't let the opportunity pass. He used the Xuanlong Weibu (a martial arts technique) and with a wave of his hand, he appeared behind the man, unleashing the Heavenly Dao Palm directly.

Caught off guard, the monk was sent flying more than ten meters away. Seeing this, Chen Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, before the monk could even stand up, the stick in his hand had already been thrown out.

The killing intent was sudden and unexpected, but it wasn't aimed at Chen Feng; instead, it was directed at Yan Luo.

Underestimate the enemy!

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he flew away swiftly, his every step like a blur, but the stick just brushed past his hand.

Yan Luo's body trembled as the stick struck her lower abdomen, silencing her with a mouthful of blood. She was sent flying.

In the blink of an eye, the wounded monk had unexpectedly appeared behind Chen Feng.

A hard fist landed on Chen Feng's face.

"Kill him!" the monk roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Chen Feng rolled several times when he landed, and the monk followed closely behind, like a golden afterimage.

This is the power of a person's growth!

And it's grown into such a powerful force in just two months!

Seeing the effect, the monk smiled with satisfaction: "Hahaha, as expected, directly seizing someone else's power is swift! Today, I can finally avenge my junior brother Xuan Sha! And I can also wipe away the humiliation you inflicted on me two months ago!"

To seize? That's definitely some kind of evil and wicked path!

But Chen Feng didn't accuse him now. Instead, he smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying, "Tsk tsk, you bald monk, no wonder you dared to come looking for me today. So you were prepared."

"You will surely die today!" The monk pointed at him, his eyes wide like copper bells, filled with boundless hatred. He then snatched back the stick, raised it high, swung it twice, and pointed it directly at Chen Feng, uttering each word with a thunderous voice: "Amitabha!"

"Tch. Baldy, you're forcing me to unleash my ultimate move." Chen Feng laughed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Although blood was streaming down his forehead, covering one eye, the moment he opened it, he still exuded an untamed arrogance that no ordinary person could control.

"My life is here, come and take it!"

The monk strikes from mid-air with a single blow, and the outcome will be decided in this one move, whether in terms of speed or power!

At that moment, the spiritual power that erupted instantly reached SS level!

"boom!"

"Ow!"

Two loud bangs rang out simultaneously. At that critical moment, a huge figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng, taking the blow for him.

The monk was shocked: "Where... did this come from?!" Such a huge tiger?

Completely black with three white "king" characters on its forehead and a pair of black and white wings on its back, this was clearly a spirit beast, and its appearance was very similar to that of an ancient ferocious beast.

Especially those golden tiger eyes that exude the power of a hundred beasts!

The monk met his gaze and was rendered speechless. In that instant, he became aware of his fear and the urge to submit.

"It's a bit underhanded, but we're evenly matched!"

He was stunned for a moment. Then he heard Chen Feng's smug voice behind him.

As if taking advantage of a loophole, Chen Feng, in a very petty manner, swung out a folding knife. The Golden Bell Shield, which his fist could no longer break through, was now pierced through his heart by the sharp blade of the folding knife, just like slicing a watermelon!

The monk roared, "Despicable..."

The tiger roared, and the sound wave sent him flying dozens of meters, leaving a large crater in the ground!

Chen Feng sighed and replied, "Tsk, what despicable. I told you I was going to unleash my ultimate move, but you insisted on rushing in yourself."

He paused, then added, "So you're allowed to have your trump card, but you're not allowed to fight a cat with it?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a huge tiger's tail lashed out.

Chen Feng hadn't been on guard at all and fell headfirst to the ground, almost suffering the same fate as the monk on the ground: "Damn...you're ruthless..."

"Boy, how many times have I told you, I am the Yin Tiger!" The majestic fat cat transformed into a tiger, and his pair of large wings really gave him face, but he was a bit difficult to please.

Then, seemingly exhausted of its spiritual power, it shrunk back into a fat cat with an invisible neck with a "pop".

Chen Feng struggled to get up and complained, "Tell me your real name when you're no longer a three-second tiger."

As he spoke, he picked it up by the tail and threw it over his shoulder. Then he looked at Yan Luo, who had already fainted after being hit by a stick. Fortunately, Chen Feng took a look and found that it was not a fatal injury.

But since he was the one who got involved, he couldn't just abandon everyone and run back to the Mu family for dinner, could he?

"Alright, I can't treat you badly." Chen Feng picked her up and had no choice but to head into the hotel.

Night falls. The Mu family.

The nanny looked at the table full of food with some embarrassment, but only Mu Qianxue was sitting there eating.

Chen Feng said he would come back, but it seems he's still doing the same thing.

Mu Qianxue angrily put down her chopsticks: "Forget it, instead of waiting for him here, I might as well just have the renovation company come and install my glass! That bastard!"

Grandpa said that Chen Feng was destined to be extraordinary; he had his own world to explore, while she was destined to be unable to keep up with their world of martial arts.

After placing Yan Luogang on the bed on the wine list and feeding him a medicinal pill, Chen Feng hadn't stopped when he heard a noise outside the door.

Sure enough, the door, which hadn't been closed, was opened, and Zhang Jingyi poked her head in: "Chen Feng, tonight's mission... Sigh, what's wrong with Yan Luo?"

"It's nothing, I'm just injured. It's a mission, right? I'll finish it quickly." Chen Feng calmly opened the door, a hint of determination in his eyes. "Please take care of me, Senior Sister. I'll be back in a bit."

Zhang Jingyi: Junior brother, is this... a seizure?