Changyangke held the axe tightly with both hands and looked at Jian Chen with a vigilant look. Due to the lesson he had just learned, he never dared to underestimate Jian Chen again, so this time he was particularly cautious.

Jian Chen always had a faint smile on his face, and when he saw Changyangke's gaze, there was a joke that Changyangke still couldn't understand, he said, "San brother, can you start attacking?"

Changyangke tightened the axe in his hand. This time he mobilized the holy power in his body, and then rushed towards Jian Chen again, with a speed that was obviously much faster than before.

Jian Chen waved the branch, which was only half a meter long in his hand, and a wonderful feeling suddenly arose in his heart, as if his god had a very obscure connection with the branch. At the same time, in Jian Chen's mind, the scene of his magical power that he had only realized when he was about to die in his previous life. Finally, under the control of his "god", the sword in his hand flew a hundred meters away and pierced Dugu Qiubai's throat.

Thinking of this, Jian Chen had a thought and controlled the branches in his hand to stab at Changyangke.

"Swoosh!"

As soon as the thought arose, the branch held by Jian Chen in his hand seemed to have come alive. It flew out of Jian Chen's hand and stabbed towards Changyangke at an extremely fast speed. The entire branch was faintly wrapped in a faint white light, and a sharp sword energy emitted from it. The branch was very fast, as fast as lightning. The light flashed and it had already reached Changyangke's chest.

Feeling the speed of the branch flying and the sword energy that came from somewhere on the branch, Jian Chen was shocked and immediately stopped controlling the branch. At the speed of the branch piercing out and the sword energy that suddenly appeared on the branch, he had no doubt that this branch could definitely pierce Chang Yangke's body easily. Even if he could not die and was seriously injured, if such consequences were caused, Jian Chen would have caused a big disaster.

The branch finally stopped when it just arrived at Changyangke's chest. Despite this, the front end of the branch also pierced into Changyangke's chest. Fortunately, it was not penetrated deeply, but it was just pierced into the skin. If Jian Chen reacted a little slower, Changyangke's body would be pierced by this branch, and the consequences would be unimaginable at that time.

Jian Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His god had a very obscure connection with the branches. Through the sensing of the branches, Jian Chen understood that the branches had just pierced a little of Changyangke's skin, and there was nothing serious, which made Jian Chen feel a lot more relaxed.

The severe pain from his chest made Chang Yangke's white and fat little face turn pale. When he lowered his head and saw the blood on his chest, his face suddenly changed, and then he burst into tears with a "Wow..." and the tears in his eyes rolled out like a fountain.

"Blood...blood...blood...woo...Fourth brother...you...you hit me, woo...mother...mother...I want to tell mom...mother...four brother hit me..." At this moment, Changyangke seemed to have become a naughty child who loves to cry. He threw away the wooden axe in his hand and ran out of the garden crying. After all, Changyangke is just a child who is less than ten years old and is still growing up in a greenhouse.

Looking at Chang Yangke who was gradually disappearing from his sight, Jian Chen shook his head helplessly and walked towards his residence. He knew in his heart that he might be severely criticized next.

....

"What, Uncle Chang, you are not kidding me, are you?" In a study room, Chang Yangba, the head of Changyang Mansion, suddenly stood up from the chair, stared at an old man standing opposite him, and said in surprise.

The old man was the butler of Changyang Mansion, Bo Chang.

Uncle Chang nodded affirmatively and said with a serious expression: "Head of the family, I didn't believe this, but dozens of people in the kitchen saw it clearly. The Fourth Young Master did hurt a kitchen worker, and finally lifted the guy weighing more than 100 kilograms and threw it five meters away. And most importantly, this guy himself was a strength with three levels of holy power."

After hearing this, Changyang Ba's eyes became even more surprised, and he felt a little bit unbelievable.

Uncle Chang looked at Changyang Ba, hesitated for a while, and said again: "Head of the family, I just received the news that when the Fourth Young Master was competing with the Third Young Master in the garden, he beat the Third Young Master with just one branch to hurt him."

"What, Xiang'er and Ke'er competed, Xiang'er actually injured Ke'er." Chang Yangba's tone was filled with surprise again.

"Yes, the head of the family, and the fourth young master only uses a branch, while the third young master uses a wooden axe." Chang Bo added.

"How is this possible!" Chang Yangba stood up from the chair again and said, "Xiang'er cannot cultivate the power of the saint at all. On the other hand, Ke'er, not only is Ke'er three years older than Xiang'er, but the power of the saint has also reached the third level. In addition, he has been practicing martial arts every day during this period, how could he be defeated by Xiang'er who knows how to do martial arts?"

At this time, a half-meter-long branch suddenly appeared in Uncle Chang's hand and said, "The head of the family, the Fourth Young Master used this branch to defeat the Third Young Master."

Changyangba borrowed the branch that he handed over to Mr. Chang, which was a little thinner than his little finger, and on the other end of the branch, it was a little bit dipped.

Little blood.

When Chang Yangba's eyes fell on the dry blood at the broken branches, his face suddenly became solemn, and he said, "Bo Chang, Ke'er is fine."

"The Third Young Master is fine, he just broke a little bit of skin." Uncle Chang replied.

Chang Yangba nodded slightly, his face became more and more beautiful. Then he held the branch in his hand and looked carefully several times. The expression in his eyes became more and more confused. Finally, he couldn't help but speak, "Brother Chang, this is just an ordinary branch that cannot be more ordinary, and the tip is extremely flat. With Xiang'er's power, it is impossible to hurt Ke'er with this branch."

After hearing this, Chang Bo nodded slightly, but a trace of splendor gradually appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Master, I have a bold guess. The Fourth Young Master may not be a useless person who cannot cultivate the power of the saint. Judging from the performance of the Fourth Young Master today, perhaps the Fourth Young Master has already cultivated the power of the saint, and at least it is the power of the fourth level of strength. Otherwise, the Fourth Young Master would not have defeated Qiu Er, who has three levels of saint power."

Upon hearing this, Changyang Ba's face turned slightly happy, and a look of excitement gradually appeared in his eyes. This has always been the biggest regret in Changyang Ba's heart for this fourth son who has been extremely talented since childhood but cannot practice.

"Bo Chang, what you mean is that Xiang'er can not only cultivate the power of the holy, but also a genius in cultivation." Chang Yangba's tone trembled slightly, full of excitement. He reached the fourth level of the Saint Power at the age of seven, and this is indeed a rare genius on the Tianyuan Continent. After all, under normal circumstances, it is usually only a **-year-old age to reach the fourth level of the Saint Power.

Bo Chang nodded slightly and said, "Fourth Young Master, I watched him grow up. I can see his extraordinary talent clearly. For the Fourth Young Master, I have always had great expectations in my heart. I feel that in the near future, the Fourth Young Master's achievements will definitely surpass me."

Hearing the words from Uncle Chang, Changyang Ba couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his eyes showed a look of disbelief and ecstasy.

Chang Bo continued, "When I learned that the Fourth Young Master was a useless person who could not cultivate the power of the saint, I felt very strange. I always felt that this seemed a little wrong, but I never understood what the specific problem was. Until today, judging from the two things that the Fourth Young Master did, I confirmed that my previous guess was correct. The Fourth Young Master was not a person who could not cultivate the power of the saint, but was a genius of cultivation."

Chang Yangba took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his excitement. Just as he was about to say something, a servant suddenly ran in and said respectfully to Chang Yangba: "Head of the family, the third young master is injured. The third lady asks the head of the family to come over."

"I understand, you go back." Chang Yangba waved his hand and said in a calm tone.

"Yes!" The servant responded respectfully and slowly retreated.

Changyang Ba looked at the butler, Uncle Chang, and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Chang, why don't we go over and take a look together, and you will also care about Xiang'er. Xiang'er has indeed been neglected during this period." When he said this, Changyang Ba paused slightly and said in a serious tone: "Uncle Chang, those two kitchen mates who bullied Xiang'er, please drive them out of my Changyang Mansion. Humph, the two servants actually bullied my Changyang Ba's son."

Bo Chang smiled slightly and said, "Head of the family, I have driven them out of the mansion. Although one of them was introduced by the eldest lady Linglong, and the other was the younger brother of Qiu Ling, the captain of the mansion's guard team, since they dared to bully the Fourth Master on their own initiative, there is no need for them to continue to stay in the mansion, otherwise, where is my face in Changyang Mansion?"

...

In a large and very luxurious room, Chang Yangke, who was injured by Jian Chen, was lying on the bed, his face slightly pale, and the wound on his chest was carefully bandaged.

On the head of the bed, Changyangke's mother Yu Fengyan looked at her son with heartache. Not far away, Jian Chen and his mother Bi Yuntian, as well as their eldest aunt Linglong, second aunt Bai Yushuang, and second sister Changyang Mingyue were all standing in the room.

Yu Fengyan turned around and stared at Bi Yuntian with an angry face, and said in a gloomy tone: "Fourth sister, your baby son is getting more and more bold. He actually used a weapon to injure Ke'er. Fortunately, I, Ke'er, have a great life and are not seriously injured. Otherwise, I really don't know what consequences would be."

After hearing this, Jian Chen frowned and said unconvincedly: "It's no wonder that I was the third brother who took the initiative to ask me to compete with him. Moreover, it is inevitable that I will suffer some minor injuries when fighting between the two sides. In addition, I am not using a weapon, it's just a branch. If you want to blame me, you can only blame my third brother for not being good at learning skills."

Yu Fengyan was so angry that her face turned pale when Jian Chen said, but Jian Chen's words made a lot of sense, which made Yu Fengyan unable to find something to say.

When Yu Fengyan thought that he was stumped by a child of a few years old, an unknown anger arose in his heart, especially Jian Chen's last sentence "If you want to blame, you can only blame the third brother for not being good at learning skills", which made Yu Fengyan's face turn blue and white. Isn't this clear that his son is not as good as a useless man who cannot cultivate the power of the saint?
Chapter completed!