"That's it...... The ...... in the baseball jersey"

Tu Qing's eyes swept around, and he soon locked on a figure.

When Ye Feng heard this, his eyes swept over, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Su Le is his brother, this person has injured Su Le, and he has already stepped on his bottom line!

"Ye Feng, don't kill!"

Seeing Ye Feng rushing towards the young man in a baseball shirt like a tiger descending from the mountain, while Tu Qing was silently mourning for the goods, his heart suddenly moved, and he said loudly to Ye Feng.

She was very worried, this guy was furious, and he didn't attack lightly or heavily, in case someone died, it would be troublesome!

"Which arm did you use to hurt Su Le?"

After a few ups and downs, Ye Feng stood in front of the young man in the baseball shirt, looked at his eyes coldly, and said coldly.

The young man in the baseball shirt was a little furious when Ye Feng saw it, and he opened his mouth and was about to call his companions around.

But it didn't matter if he turned his head, he sighed in his heart, a layer of white sweat appeared on his back, and his legs began to tremble.

I saw that his accomplices, who had been eyeing him before, could not even find a single intact person except him at this moment.

Someone leaned on a lamppost and vomited blood......

Someone was holding his arm that hung down like a noodle and screaming loudly......

Someone's face was covered with red transparent blisters, and he was constantly rolling wildly on the ground......

The flesh on the other body is falling down piece by piece like rags......

This...... What is going on? What is the origin of this group of Chinese people?

For a while, the young man in the baseball shirt had a dry mouth, and his brain was about to stop turning.

He couldn't understand how this group of Huaxia people, who seemed to be full of old and sick women, were so violent, and they were all seriously injured except for one person.

"Since you don't say it, then I'll default to two arms!"

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly snorted coldly and strode towards him.

The young man in the baseball shirt turned around and wanted to run away, but before his body could react, Ye Feng's hand had already attacked, and two oblique palms were cut off, and with the two crisp sounds of 'click, click', a piercing pain spread from his arm to him.

"I also feel angry when I cut off your two arms, how about breaking your two legs again?"

Before he could scream, Ye Feng spoke coldly again.

He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to beg for mercy, Ye Feng's feet had already kicked on the knees of his legs.

Click!

There were two more crisp sounds, and the young man in the baseball shirt immediately knelt on the ground with a pop.

And the moment he knelt on the ground, along his two knees, there was still red blood flowing to the ground.

"No, I don't think it's enough to cut off my legs and feet! You put a stick on his head, and I'll give you a stick on your head, so that I can return it to you with interest, are you okay?"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng's eyes swept away, he picked up his toes, hooked a baseball bat from the side and copied it in his hand.

"No...... Don't ......"

The young man in the baseball shirt wailed, bracing his elbows on the ground as he tried to crawl off the ground.

This guy is not a human at all, but a big demon king!

If you are beaten by this guy, I am afraid that you will have to live in a hospital bed for the rest of your life, right?

A miserable howl kept echoing in the streets, while Ye Feng was slowly walking behind with a baseball bat.

He was not in a hurry to make a move, he was going to torture this guy with fear, making him feel a thousand times the pain with Su Le.

At the same time, the Goryeo people on the street who were originally full of excitement and just waiting to see a good show, hoping that their hot-blooded youths could beat up these Huaxia people who dared to defeat the Korean doctors, finally became anxious when they saw that their hot-blooded youths were beaten by the Huaxia people at this moment and fled like water dogs, crawling on the ground on all fours.

"Stop!

"Huaxia people, I warn you, you stop quickly, otherwise, we will call the police!"

"Bully, you are too bullying!

"The Chinese people are beating people, come and ......"

One after another, many people threatened Ye Feng with a strong heart, and many people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures of Ye Feng holding a baseball bat at this moment, chasing the young man in a baseball shirt.

Although Ye Feng couldn't understand these bird words, looking at the appearance of that group of people, he could also guess the meaning of their words.

The noise was in his ears, the corners of his mouth were full of sneers, and his footsteps did not stop at all.

This group of people is so ridiculous, when this group of people stopped the car and beat people just now, they were indifferent, and they looked like they were watching a good show.

But now it's good, seeing that his own people can't beat him, he cries and shouts that others are bullying them, can he be a little more shameless?

"You don't have a chance in this life, remember when you are reincarnated in the next life, don't mess with the Chinese people!"

Striding forward, he walked coldly to the front and back of the young man in the baseball shirt, Ye Feng said indifferently, and then raised the baseball bat high.

Bang!

The words fell, and the baseball bat fell heavily with the sound of the howling wind.

With the muffled sound of a blunt object hitting the watermelon, the head of the young man in the baseball shirt hung limply on the ground, half of his head was almost deformed, and blood beads flew up from the bottom to the top like raindrops.

He...... He actually did it......

This...... This Demon King!

Blood was flying, and the Koreans on both sides of the street were stunned.

None of them thought that Ye Feng would really dare to do something to the young man in baseball shirt in front of so many people.

And as soon as he made a shot, he was so ruthless, and his blood was splashed!

This scene caused goosebumps all over their bodies, and the chill ran down the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"Blood debt and blood payment, let's go up together and kill him!"

"Stop these Huaxia people, don't let them run!"

"Avenge your compatriots!"

After a short silence, the Goryeo people on both sides of the street became angry and strode towards Ye Feng.

The crowd of black pressure approached, Tu Qing's scalp was numb, and he looked back at Ye Feng worriedly.

"Do you want to die?"

But Ye Feng didn't feel the slightest danger, put his hands in his pockets, held his head high, looked at the group of approaching Koreans, and said lightly.

One by one, it was like a dull thunder above the nine heavens, making people's heads buzz.

Although these Koreans couldn't understand the Chinese language, at this moment, they felt that Ye Feng was like a demon god who stood up to the sky and the earth, with life and death in his palms, and he was fierce and fierce.

In an instant, everyone's footsteps stopped, and it became silent, leaving only the miserable snort of the wounded and the strong bloody breath.

He...... He's a man, a demon, a god?!

Tu Qing looked back in amazement, looking at Ye Feng in a daze, with mixed feelings in her heart.