In an instant, seven or eight punches were thrown, and the punches penetrated the flesh. The majestic deacon of Zhaojiazhuang was like a human sandbag, being beaten alive in mid-air. The last punch even knocked his fat body away. Beyond the cliff. Situ Reading М Just like Zhao Hang, no bones remain. Hold your fist and turn around. Ye Feng was calm and calm, standing proudly with his seven-foot body, looking at Zhao Lun who was stunned a few feet away, twitching the corner of his mouth and revealing a sneer. "How dare you disobey my orders!" Like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on, Zhao Lun roared angrily, his face distorted to an unimaginable degree. "so what!" After looking at him, Ye Feng turned and left. Tart tart tart… Each step was slow and heavy, as if a giant hammer was constantly beating Zhao Lun's heart. The muscles on his face were tense, and the hand on the sword at his waist trembled slightly, as if he was giving him a harsh lesson. Ye Feng's impulse.
But Zhao Lun did not have the courage after all. After casually killing Zhao Tianle, Ye Feng's strength moved him. In one-on-one situations, Zhao Lun felt that he was not sure of victory. Even if he did win, it would definitely be a tragic victory. The major event of Feiyun Sect opening a sect and recruiting disciples was imminent. No matter what, he didn't want to get hurt at this moment in his life. "Trash, Ye Feng, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life, I will definitely..." Zhao Lun's forehead had veins popping up and he was furious. He never thought that this little loser would be so arrogant that he would even ignore him. "Take action if you can..." Ye Feng did not look back and dropped these words coldly. If he doesn't take action now, it means that Zhao Lun will lose his last chance and will never be able to defeat him in the future. It's a pity that Zhao Lun, who has a fierce temperament and a soft heart, can only vent his dissatisfaction with roaring. A young man like this has never experienced any major setbacks and cannot correct his position at all. Ye Feng no longer takes him seriously. Most people in the world subconsciously think that they are different, even the losers think so. Zhao Lun felt that he was different and would definitely leave the countryside of Zhaojiazhuang, join the sect and become a peerless master. So he still reluctantly comforted himself in his heart, as long as he held back this breath, and when his cultivation improved, he would turn around and deal with Ye Feng, making Ye Feng pay a heavy price for what he did today. Unfortunately, while you are making progress, others are also making progress, and their progress is far faster than you imagine... … Zhaojiazhuang. Outside the door of the dilapidated house where Ye Feng lived, there was a crowd of people. Hundreds of people from the Zhao tribe gathered together in a menacing manner. "Ye Feng, you killed the deacon, Zhao Hang, Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong in a sneak attack. You deserve death!" "Get out of here, or we'll burn your doghouse down." "Trash, trash..." "Debts must be repaid with blood." Zhao Hang and others disappeared before, and people in Zhaojiazhuang were panicked, thinking that some powerful monster had escaped from the big black forest.
Unexpectedly, news came just now that it was Ye Feng who killed them. Ye Feng even killed Deacon Zhao, but Young Master Zhao Lun saw it with his own eyes. At this moment, the entire Zhaojiazhuang exploded. In less than an hour, hundreds of people with the surname Zhao gathered. The crowd was so excited that they wanted to tear him into pieces. In the broken house, Hua Ling looked nervous and held Ye Feng's arm tightly with his two small hands. However, Ye Feng's face was very calm, as if what the group of people named Zhao outside the door said had nothing to do with him. "Brother, was it really you who killed Zhao Tianle?" Hearing the girl's question, Ye Feng smiled slightly, turned to look at Hua Ling and said, "He deserves to die! Hua Ling, you don't blame your brother for being too cruel, do you?" "No! Then Zhao Tianle bullied others too much. Ling'er also wanted to kill him, but Ling'er didn't have the skills of his elder brother." A flash of joy flashed in Hua Ling's heart, and she nodded seriously. But immediately, a deep worry appeared on her fair and beautiful face. Hua Ling let go of Ye Feng's arm, took two steps at a time, and ran to the window to take a look at the situation behind the house. Behind the house is a weed field, close to the tall mountains, and beyond that are endless mountains that lead directly to the Great Black Forest. Lifting up a corner of the window and observing carefully for a while, Hua Ling finally let out a breath. She grabbed a few buns from the old stove and wrapped them in a rag. "Brother, there is no one in the back mountain. You can walk now. Come up." Once you reach the mountain, they will definitely not be able to catch you." Hua Ling hurriedly gave Ye Feng the bun in his hand, and Hua Ling's tone was very urgent. "Silly Ling'er, why would my brother leave you alone?" Ye Feng stood up, hugged Hua Ling, with a determined look in his eyes, "I, Ye Feng, dare to kill even Zhao Tianle who is in the blood exchange realm, how can I still be afraid of this person outside? A bunch of local chickens and dogs? Hua Ling, my brother will take you away from Zhaojiazhuang. I want to see who among them can stop me." A trace of hesitation flashed across Hua Ling's face, and then she smiled. With a hint of excitement, she took Ye Feng's arm and said, "Okay, brother, even if we die, we will die together." Ye Feng also smiled slightly, moved forward, and opened the wooden door with Hua Ling in his arms. "They're coming out." "Ye Feng, the owner of the village was thinking about the old friendship and the sworn relationship with your dead father, which allowed you two to live comfortably until today. But you, a loser, actually attacked me, a child of the Zhao family, and even had the audacity to attack the deacon secretly. , can you plead guilty?” "If I were you, I would just hit him to death, so as not to implicate your sister!" Hundreds of people surnamed Zhao were in a passionate mood and cursed bitterly. "Ye Feng must die, huh, death can't atone for his sins. His sister Hua Ling must be sold into a prostitute to pay for her sins." Standing at the front, the most ferocious Zhao Qi, jumping like a grasshopper, spoke wildly. Zhao Qi got the instructions from the young master Zhao Lun to spread the news and bring people to kill him aggressively. Ye Feng ignored him, causing Zhao Lun to suffer 10,000 points of damage in his heart, but Zhao Lun did not have the guts to fight Ye Feng in a lose-lose fight, so he came up with such a vicious move. At this moment, he was hiding not far away, watching this scene with proud eyes. He wanted Ye Feng to die. Death alone is not enough, Ye Feng must also be humiliated and humiliated. … Hearing the vicious words spoken by Zhao Qi, Ye Feng couldn't help clenching his fists, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "You, damn it! Say it again if you have the guts." His eyes were cold, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning. In fact, Ye Feng understood that if he really took action against this group of ignorant people named Zhao, it would be tantamount to declaring war on Zhao Village. The village had the unpredictable owner Zhao Dapeng, and he would never be an opponent. But if he insulted his sister Hua Ling, even if he died in battle today, Ye Feng would never frown.
