Supreme Medicinal God

"Just the one who wears the baseball shirt..."

Tu Qing looked around, and soon locked a figure.

Ye Feng heard the sound and glanced at it, revealing a murderous opportunity.

Su Le is his brother, this man hurt Su Le, he has 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 coming down the mountain, Tu Qing mourned for the goods at the same time, his heart suddenly moved and shouted to Ye Feng.

She was very worried, this guy was furious, and he didn't start off lightly. If someone died, it would be troublesome!

"Which arm did you hurt Sule?"

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

The young man in the baseball shirt felt a little hairy in Ye Feng's heart and opened his mouth to prepare to call his companion.

But it didn't matter that he turned his head, but there was a chuckle in his heart, a layer of white hair sweated in his back, and his legs began to tremble.

I saw his colleagues who had watched before, except for him, he could not even find an intact person.

Someone leaned on the lamppost and vomited blood in a big mouth...

Someone shouted loudly with arms hanging down like noodles...

Some people's faces are covered with red transparent blisters, and they are constantly madly rolling on the ground...

And the flesh on people is falling like rags, falling down piece by piece...

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

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

He couldn't understand how this group of Huaxia people, who seemed to be full of old and sick women, was so fierce. This was the only meeting. Except for wounding one person, everyone else was seriously injured.

"Since you don't say that, I default to two arms!"

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

The young man in a baseball shirt turned around and wanted to run away, but he hadn’t waited for his body to respond. Ye Feng’s hand had struck. Two diagonal palms were cut off. With the two clicks of ‘click and click’, there was a thorn in the heart. The pain spread from his arm to him.

"Broken your two arms, I also feel uneasy, how about breaking your two legs?"

Before waiting for his scream, Ye Feng spoke again coldly.

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

Click!Click!

There were two more crunches, and the young man in a baseball shirt immediately knelt on the ground.

And at the moment of kneeling to the ground, along with his two knees, there was Yin Hong's blood flowing to the ground.

"No, I don't think it's enough to break your legs and feet! You have a stick in his head, and I have a stick in your head, so I can give you back even if you have a profit, don't you have any idea?"

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

"no, do not want……"

The young man in a baseball shirt wailed and propped the ground with his elbows, trying to climb away from the ground.

This guy is not a person at all, but a big devil!

If this guy beats a stick, the next half of his life is afraid that he can only live on the bed?

With a wailing noise, the street continued to reverberate, and Ye Feng was bravely walking forward with a baseball bat.

He is not in a hurry to do it. He has to use to fear to torture this guy, let him feel the pain of thousands and hundreds of times and Su Le.

At the same time, the old people on the street who were all excited and just waited to see a good show, hoping that their blood-thirsty young people could beat up these Korean people who dare to defeat the Chinese medicine of Korean medicine. When they saw their blood-thirsty young people, At the moment, they were in turn beaten by the Chinese to flee like falling water dogs, and when they crawled on the ground with their limbs, they were finally anxious.

"Stop! Hurry up!"

"Hua Xia, I warn you, please stop, or we will call the police!"

"Bulling people, you are bullying too much! Are you bullying people like that?"

"Hua Xia people are beating, come soon..."

One after another, many people threatened Ye Feng's Li Neilian repeatedly, and many people took out their mobile phones to shoot Ye Feng holding a baseball bat and chasing the young man in a baseball shirt.

Although Ye Feng can't understand these birds' words, but looking at the group of people, he can guess the meaning of their words.

The noise was in his ears, his mouth was full of sneers, and his steps never stopped.

This group of people is so ridiculous. When this group of people just stopped and hit the car, they were indifferent and looked like a good show.

But it’s better now. Seeing that you can’t beat them, crying and shouting that others bullied them. In this way, can your mother be more shameless?

"You have no chance in this life, remember when you reborn in your next life, don't mess with Huaxia people!"

Striding forward, coldly approaching the youth in the baseball shirt, Ye Feng said indifferently, and then raised his baseball bat high.

boom!

The words fell, and the baseball bat fell heavily with a roaring wind.

With the muffled noise of a blunt object hitting the watermelon, the youth of the baseball shirt's head fell softly on the ground, almost half of his head was about to deform, and the blooddrops flew up like raindrops.

He... he actually did it...

This... this devil!

The blood was flying, and the Koreans on both sides of the street froze.

None of them thought that Ye Feng actually dared to face the youth of baseball shirts in front of so many people.

And once shot, it was so fierce, blood splattered three feet!

This scene made them goose bumps all over their bodies, and the cold rushed straight down the top of their heads along the bottom of their feet.

"Blood debts and blood, let's go together and kill him!"

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

"Revenge for fellow countrymen!"

After a brief silence, the Koreans on both sides of the street became angry and strode toward Ye Feng.

The black crushed crowd approached, Tu Qing's scalp tingled, and looked back at Ye Feng worriedly.

"You guys, want to die?"

But Ye Feng didn't feel the danger at all. He put his hands in his pockets and raised his head, looking at the group of nearby Koreans, and said lightly.

One sentence, like a dull thunder above nine days, made his head buzz.

Although these Koreans do not understand the Chinese language, at this moment, they feel that Ye Feng is like a heavenly demon, with life and death in the palm of his hand.

In an instant, everyone's footsteps stopped and became silent, leaving only the sorrow and bloody blood of the wounded.

He... he is a man, a demon, a god?!

Tu Qing looked back in amazement, staring at Ye Feng, his heart mixed.