Supreme Medicinal God

Without giving the Fat Dragon any reaction time, Ye Feng was like a real whirlwind, rushing into the crowd with bare hands.

"Haha, do you still want to win the white blade empty-handed? Boy, today you are waiting to be called Lord!"

The fat dragon laughed wildly.

Although he knew that Ye Feng did have two brushes, but as the saying goes, his fists are hard to beat four hands, and Ye Feng now faces more than four hands?

Not only that, but the hands that surrounded him also held sharp blades.

If so many people are holding so many things at their fingertips, and Ye Feng can't clean up, then he can only die.

But at the next moment, the development of the situation on the court made Fat Long's eyes widen.

According to what he thought, Ye Feng, who was supposed to be packed like a sheep, rushed into the crowd like a tiger into a flock. He did not give any chance to those who eat sticks and mountain swords. Two.

And while the two fell to the ground, one arm and one calf, like noodles, twisted in a weird posture.That is terrible, it makes people shudder.

But these two people were so painful that they couldn't even hum, but their faces were pale, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat, and their mouths were breathing cold like eating noodles.

And these two people are just the beginning. After just a blink of an eye, the seven or eight people originally shouted five and six, and one of them was going to unload Ye Feng's eight pieces, one by one, as soft as a loach, all over the body. Straight.

From the beginning to the end of the fierce battle, there was not even two minutes.

This speed is as if everything has not begun, it has ended.

Can't it be planted again this time?

Fatty Dragon's calf kept pumping and his face was pale.

At this moment, looking at Ye Feng with a fierce expression, he suddenly felt a sour feeling between his legs, as if there was a bubble of hot urine about to catch out.

Not only the fat dragon, but the three guys on the roof who are debunking, one dare to debunk one by one, and clinging to the cracks in the wall, it is not reluctant to let the body trembling because of fear roll down from the roof. .

"Did you come down yourself, or should I ask you to come down?"

Ye Fengli didn't pay attention to the fat dragon, and looked at the three guys lying on the roof coldly, his voice cold and cold.

Listening to Ye Feng's voice, the three of them screamed repeatedly.

Pretending to pull the tiles off is cool, but when the Lord returns, pulls the list, and calculates the general ledger, this taste is really unbearable.

But the more they are, the more they dare not come down, fearing that they will be miserable by Ye Feng.

"Since you don't want to come down, then I can only help you!" Ye Feng sneered, his eyes full of cold.

If this bastard thinks he can’t do anything on the roof, it’s really wrong.

Zhao Dafu had a cult of Ye Feng originally. At this moment, Ye Feng was firmly in the upper hand, and he did not worry about being retaliated by these gangsters. The two farts were carried back from the outside just after the fire, ready to break open The green bamboo that made the fence.

"Ye Feng, are you planning to poke them down?"

After handing the green bamboo to Ye Feng, Zhao Dafu looked forward.

"Poke down, it's not too cheap for them!"

Ye Feng sneered, slammed, and stomped the bamboo shoots into shreds, with a playful taste on his face: "The child is not good, and he went to the house to expose the tiles without being beaten for three days. It should be spanked."

call!

The words fell, Ye Feng's hand flicked up, and the green bamboo that had been ripped off by him, with a hissing sound of hollowing, pumped heavily towards the backs of the three bastards on the roof.

The green bamboo is flexible, especially after the fire, the flexibility is even higher; and the densely scattered bamboo strips are like a whip scattered into countless strands, even a steel knife can be caught.

In the Ming Dynasty, the swords in the hands of the Japanese pirates were sharp, and the Ming army equipment could not keep up. The anti-Japanese pirate hero Qi Jiguang thought of a way to attack the Japanese pirates after smashing them with fire-baked green bamboo.

In this way, the Japanese pirates who had been incapable of living forever on the southeast coast were soon wiped out at sea.

The Japanese pirate who licked the blood through the knife edge could not find a way to fight against this green bamboo, not to mention the little bastard.

boom!

With just one touch, the three gangsters howled suddenly, and then along the T-shirts on their backs, there were countless fine bloodstains.

In the blink of an eye, the T-shirt was dyed into a blood coat.

Then, like three rag pockets, the three men rolled off the roof and smashed with their companions.

hiss!

The fat dragon saw his legs, his legs tremble, and after a few drops of urine in his crotch, he instinctively prepared to drill into the crowd to escape the disaster.

"Want to go? You demolished the man's house. Did you fuck get away?"

But his every move, how can he escape Ye Feng's eyes, before he stepped out, Ye Feng waved his hand, dense bamboo strips wrapped around his feet, and then it seemed like a fisherman caught Like a fish, Ye Fengsheng was pulled from the crowd.

As if to cheer Ye Feng, Xiao Bai also rushed out of the backpack, biting fiercely on the fat dragon's calf that was covered with blood by the bamboo strips and bulged high.

Although Xiaobai is small, her teeth are excellent, but she almost did not pull off a piece of meat.

"What's special, Ye Feng, don't you kid, don't you run wild, do you know who I am? Has Brother Beibe heard about it, I am his man! You dare to move me, just look down on Brother Beibei, just wait for being He will slowly die!"

Although the pain was unbearable and the catastrophe was imminent, the fat dragon still threatened Ye Feng with anger, hoping to use Hao Beige's reputation to win himself a chance to be protected from medicine.

"Brother Hao Bei, what about fucking Brother Hao Nan? What kind of stuff!"

Feng took a big step forward with the yam, and looked at the fat dragon like a herbal medicine, just as if he was thinking about which piece of the fat dragon should be the right ——

"The last time I beat you, it still seems that you haven't learned enough lessons, and you have to leave you with a lifetime of unforgettable memories!"

Ye Feng's words fell coldly, and the fat dragon's soul was almost frightened. He repeatedly tried to beg for mercy, and his nose burst into tears: "Brother Ye, no, Ye Ye, I am also doing things for others. I am."

"You can just take the lord's sword and do things for someone else. What are you thinking of me, soft persimmon?"

Ye Feng sneered, and a hand that grabbed the fat dragon was thrown on the yoke, and he stepped on the cold voice with his feet: "Say, which hand did you use to demolish the house just now?"

Upon hearing this, the fat dragon suddenly became pale, and the whole person shuddered, his eyes full of endless fear, and he knelt in front of Ye Feng with a thump.

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