At this moment, a slightly imperfect voice was spat out from the opposite side by Ye Fengsheng's voice, reaching his eardrums, stimulating his heart:

"Hurry up, when will you stop?"

Feeling a bit anxious, Master Zhang looked into Ye Fengsheng's eyes and said politely: "Who is your master? Which school are you a disciple of?"

He didn't want to start anything. Today's matter was none of his business. If he couldn't make any money, he wouldn't drag himself into this.

Not long after, the Martial Blade fell from the front. If during these times, he got hurt because of these strange things, it really wouldn't be worth it!

He never thought that Ye Fengsheng was not planning to catch such things. In his possessions today, the trashy things were entirely the old man's own.

Are you kidding, those who are alive and dead hide on the road, turning themselves into a big brother? Can my ancient legacy mix with your societal dregs?

You don't want to be a big brother, so you want me to do it? What's wrong with giving Ding Zhen the three positions of robbery?

Seeing you refused, and even deliberately set up such a trap, trying every possible way to lead me over, attempting to harm me.

Very well!

So now I'm here. Can you still walk out alive?

"Don't you know who I am?"

Ye Fengsheng looked at the master in front of him, sipped another cup of tea. Sri took a sip and slowly raised his eyebrows, looking at Zhang. "Don't try to create a connection. Today, if you don't die here, I'll drop the tea leaves and let Fengsheng write it down in 15 minutes!"

"You're too arrogant!"

Moreover, they are all people used to martial arts. Where can they hide? They took a big sip of wine, Master Zhang stepped on the ground, pushed hard backward, and charged towards Ye Fengsheng.

Although he knew he was not a match for Ye Fengsheng, he still had to wash without hesitation now.

Looking calmly at the master's moment, Ye Fengsheng merely glanced at the tea in his hand, then walked straight and upright into the old racket.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

When they touched the picture, they were completely glued together. On one hand, Xiong Qi and others could only see the shadows of two places still retreating. At the same time, after breaking the air with fists and feet, there was a dull sound of them colliding with bodies.

Wherever they went, it was a mess. Whether it was tables, chairs, benches, or picturesque buildings, as long as they were stained with a star and a half of a star, they would immediately turn into fragments, and the impact of the bullet would embed into the surrounding walls.

Xiong Qi had walked a long way, his face still smashed by fragments, the wounds so small they were invisible to the naked eye.

Xiong Qi felt the pain that stimulated the nerves on his face, involuntarily spat out saliva, watching the two people clashing before him.

Have you never seen such amazing things?

When he was young, he always carried a watermelon knife, chasing after the werewolf character bought by a dozen people. In the past, others greatly respected him because his reputation was really cut out by a knife. But now what can he see? Where can he draw on his own?

Listen, whether it's iron or copper, in the eyes of these two people, it is the same sandpaper, which will shatter upon contact. Is this something people can do?

Until now, he didn't understand that outside meetings, some people, someday in the sky, his past "Hercules War" seemed utterly insignificant!

"Are they all human?"

He involuntarily opened his mouth to speak, and then the brother beside Xiong Qi nodded in agreement.

Hoping Master Zhang can win! Xiong Qi swears that as long as he encounters such troublemakers, he will never involve these characters without background. Such carelessness might unknowingly yield the same result as the silent and colorless job done on Ma Sanqiang. Ultimately, no one would know how he died, which begs asking how many mistakes there were?

Of course, whatever the result, Master Zhang will win. If not, not to mention later on, today's robbery case would also escape.

At this moment, he even started vaguely regretting. Why did he agree with Master Sunx to set up this trap? Now even Master Taiyang couldn't stomach the tea and phoenix anymore. He already didn't know if he was alive or dead. Now this master...

"Wow!"

Thinking here, the two sticky rackets had already separated. The black racket grabbed a puppet thrown to the ground, heavily landing on the ground, drawing a strong trail of blood, also causing Xiong's seven faces to drastically change.

The thing you least wanted to happen! Happened!

Seeing a master's corpse, who knew at a glance that it broke through the seal of the Guan Fist, a familiar Xiong instinctively opened his mouth, yelling out: "Open fire, open fire!"

"He got fucking killed by me!"

But until the clothes slowly fell to the ground, like a new voice of Ye Fengsheng, sat back on the sofa, the brother next to Xiong Qi, now too old to succeed in the first shot!

"Damn! A few pieces of trash!"

Xiong Qi even kicked, grabbing the gun from his brother's hand, pointing it at the head of Ye Feng's voice, his voice slightly trembling with even some infatuation:

"Ye Fengsheng! I'm telling you! You can no longer hold your bones! I give you an opportunity. You leave now. I consider it rightful. Nothing happened. Today's events unfolded. I will be responsible for this city in the future. I guarantee I won't offend you again. I won't offend the water in today's well."

At this time, he didn't forget to talk to Ye Fengsheng, even forgetting that the original three pictures also used the same method, what he got and what he imagined was entirely different!

"You can try!"

Ye Fengsheng completely ignored Xiong Qiduo's threat. He wasn't even interested in knowing this person's name. After pouring himself another cup of tea, he glanced and softly said: "If you don't open the picture, you're not going to die today."

"You, don't push me!"

Xiong Qi swallowed, "You violated the rules, you violated the rules first! This is my place. What are you doing, you need to give someone else what qualification?"

"What are you?! What are you doing?"

The more he talked, the more agitated he became, his eyes quickly opened. Then, after crying loudly at Ye Fengsheng, the chicken sharply tightened his hand.

"Bang!"

After a deafening sound, Xiong Qi was pushed back two steps by the recoil of the gun. Then he steadied himself and looked at Ye Fengsheng for the first time. Unexpectedly, he saw liver and gallbladder splitting cracks.

Seeing Ye Fengsheng lying down with five fingers, at this point, with the naked eye, you could see the intense water color was spurting out, Duosheng's bullet remained still in high-speed flight!

Yes!

It still exists! Not intercepted!

When the bullet was fired, it was still in its original state, yet as if time had stopped, Mr. Duosheng's feet solidified a clap under Ye Fengsheng's feet, forever advancing!

Here, this is a monster!

Trembling, seeing this, not to mention killing Xiong Qi, even the brother beside him was trembling with fear, repeating the shivering sound, some people made contact with Ye Feng's eyes, instinctively dropping the gun to the ground.

This is a joke. What good is holding a gun for someone who can't even be shot by a gun?

Didn't he think that he would wash clean, and then open fire to kill him, and let him get rid of himself?