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Ye Feng had noticed this windbreaker man a long time ago. After all, it was not so easy to escape Ye Feng's mental power.

Ye Feng felt traces of martial arts training from him. This is a kind of horizontal kung fu, but Ye Feng has never heard of someone who can practice horizontal kung fu to this level. The point is that the man in the windbreaker is not very old. Around 30 years old.

If you insist on taking a picture of his cultivation, it should be at the peak of Qi Refining.

For Ye Feng, who is now in the fifth level of Ziding, the Qi training state is really like an ant, which can be trampled to death with one thumb, so Ye Feng didn't open his mouth, just looked at him so lightly.

"Hmph." Seeing that Ye Feng ignored him, the man in the windbreaker was a little angry. Although they were all like-minded people, he was not sure that the other party was much better than him. His own strength was definitely the top in this city.

"My lord, our young master didn't invite you here to reminisce about the past, but to break his limbs." Getting up from the ground, one of the group of people shouted bravely.

They have already understood that Ye Feng is definitely not something they can deal with, only this man in the windbreaker can deal with it.

"I don't know?" After being taught by him, the man in the windbreaker said lightly, his face darkened, and his blood was pouring out, pressing on them.

"Yes, yes." Suppressed by this blood energy, the group of people were instantly horrified, and nodded quickly, for fear that this lord would attack them. This kind of situation has not happened before, so they are very afraid of this moody lord.

Ignoring these little people, the man in the windbreaker still paid more attention to Ye Feng.

"You want to break my limbs?" Ye Feng looked at the man in the windbreaker with a wicked smile and asked.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the man in the windbreaker put down the windbreaker rarely, and said: "Since we are all of the same kind, I won't make it difficult for you. You can cut off your own arm, so as not to make it difficult for me to go back. If I do it If you do, even if you have some strength, I will break your limbs."

When the man in the windbreaker said this, the self-confidence shown on his face made Ye Feng feel a little ashamed. What kind of environment could make him have such strong self-confidence.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen to you if you were not my opponent?" Seeing the other party's confidence, Ye Feng didn't know what to say, so he asked.

Asked by Ye Feng, the man in the windbreaker was stunned, and then said confidently: "You are just a student, even if you practice martial arts from the womb, you can't be my opponent, you should give up resistance."

But Ye Feng was amused by these words: "You have to know, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Are you so confident that there is no master stronger than you?"

Ye Feng's tone like a lecture made the man in the windbreaker feel a little hot, and said angrily: "I still need you to teach me a lesson? At least I can teach you enough with my strength. This time you want me to spare you. No, I'm sure about your five limbs."

"Try it." Ye Feng said lightly without expressing anything.

"Hmph, looking for death." The man in the windbreaker was furious, and he raised his fist and punched Ye Feng.

Ye Feng raised his hand lightly, and firmly held his fist.

"Huh?" Feeling the fist being held, the man in the windbreaker was shocked, and immediately wanted to retract his fist.

Feeling that the hand holding him was as solid as iron, the man in the windbreaker was shocked. Now he finally understood that he had kicked the iron plate.

"Let go." After struggling for a long time, the man in the windbreaker didn't even take it out of Ye Feng's hand through his own hands. His face was flushed and he shouted loudly. He clenched his other hand and punched Ye Feng's chest, trying to make Ye Feng let go of it. .

This time Ye Feng didn't use his hands, but kicked him in the stomach at a faster speed than him. Immediately, the whole body of the man in the windbreaker flew upside down like a kite.

"My lord?" Seeing this scene, the group of people who followed were shocked and hurried forward to help the man in the windbreaker up.

"Go away." The man in the windbreaker got up from the ground, pushed the group of people away, and looked at Ye Feng with an angry face.

"What? Still not convinced?" Seeing his gaze, Ye Feng said lightly.

"I don't believe it, you're really so powerful." The man in the windbreaker roared angrily. He didn't believe that Ye Feng possessed such strength at such a young age, and his mind was filled with deep jealousy.

"Don't believe me? Then I'll wake you up with the facts." In Ye Feng's hand, a magic sword brought out by Ye Feng from the dungeon of the secret realm appeared in Ye Feng's hand, and he walked towards the man in the windbreaker step by step.

Although the man in the windbreaker was very stubborn and angry just now, when Ye Feng walked up with his sword, he still felt flustered and took a step back unconsciously.

But he immediately came back to his senses, took a step forward, and said, "You guys, come with me."

Although the man in the windbreaker said he didn't believe it, he still felt a little guilty in his heart. He glanced at the group of people behind him and beckoned them to come with him.

"Ah?" When the group behind heard this, they were shocked and hesitated.

Seeing their hesitation, the man in the windbreaker immediately flew into a rage: "If you don't go up, don't blame me for breaking your legs right now."

Hearing this, the group of people looked at each other, they could only bite the bullet and pick up sticks to charge towards Ye Feng, while the man in the windbreaker hid behind them and rushed towards Ye Feng.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I really didn't expect you to have such a despicable side."

Immediately, Ye Feng danced the sword and quickly slapped the group of ordinary people away with the face of the sword, and then stabbed the man in the windbreaker with his sword.

"What?" Seeing Ye Feng's speed, the man in the windbreaker was startled and wanted to back up immediately, but how could his speed be as fast as Ye Feng's? With a flash of sword light, the man in the windbreaker's arm broke at the root.

"Ah!" Immediately, a cry of pain came from the mouth of the man in the windbreaker, and at the same time, an arm fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the people who were shot by Ye Feng just now were terrified. They didn't expect Ye Feng, a student, to have such a bloody scene.

"You dare to cut off my hand." The man in the windbreaker covered his severed arm and looked at Ye Feng full of hatred.

Hearing this, Ye Feng frowned: "You are allowed to cut off limbs, but I am not allowed to cut off your arm."

Ye Feng's words stunned the man in the windbreaker, and he couldn't refute it, but the revenge of the broken arm is not so easy to untie, the man in the windbreaker looked at Ye Feng with hatred on his face.

Seeing the man in the trench coat, Ye Feng said lightly: "It seems that you hate me very much. Now that this hatred has been settled, I might as well chop off your limbs."