Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

However, under his frightened gaze, Ning Feng rushed directly in front of Zi Feng.

Zi Feng was knocked away by a punch and was about to get up when he suddenly saw Ning Feng appear in front of him.

Looking down at this tiny human, a pair of lantern-like eyes stared at Ning Feng.

But Ning Feng smiled slightly, grabbed one of his huge arms, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, he actually threw it up like a sandbag.

With a loud bang, a mountain was flattened.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A huge cough like thunder was heard. Although it was not fatal, it made Zifeng extremely embarrassed.

Boom boom boom,

However, Ning Feng did not stop. He just grabbed Zifeng's arm and swung Zifeng again and again, hitting him from south to north.

As loud bangs were heard, mountaintops were flattened.

"What kind of monster is this? The Martial Saint of the Star Clan is being toyed with like this? Ning Feng... Has Ning Feng reached this point?" A media person carrying a camera was stunned.

"Isn't Ning Feng a new generation warrior? He can actually kill the Martial Saint... I heard not long ago that Ning Feng killed a ninth-grade warrior, but... this is the Martial Saint." The others were also shocked.

The Martial Saint is an existence that absolutely stands at the top of the Earth and can support a top family.

But what about now?

Ning Feng was carrying him like a dead dog, smashing him here and there.

They had thought that Ning Feng would be abused or even beheaded, but they did not expect to see such a scene.

……

He took out the God's left hand again, and it became as crystal clear as jade.

Then, he took out the god's right hand, and his right hand also became as white as jade.

Then, Ning Feng looked at Zi Feng, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a teasing smile, "Are you ready?"

Hearing these words, Zi Feng's scalp suddenly felt tingling.

Ning Feng twisted his wrist and grinned. Although the divine gloves on his left and right hands had been used up, they were consumables and there was nothing he could do about them, but his left hand was a divine artifact and was still there.

He used both hands to slap Zi Feng again and again. It would be expected that soon, Zi Feng would turn into a puddle of mud.

Suddenly, Zi Feng said with a gloomy face: "My friend, there is no need for us to make such a fuss, what do you think?"

Ning Feng smiled and said, "I think it is necessary."

Zi Feng said in a deep voice: "If it's a fight to the death, you may not be able to escape unscathed."

Ning Feng still smiled and said, "I can."

"... "

Zi Feng's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he said, "You must force me..."

boom,

Before he could finish his words, Ning Feng raised his left hand and blasted out.

A huge slap directly hit Zi Feng, sending him flying backwards and crashing into a rock.

There was a crack on Zifeng's body.

"No."

boom,

Ning Feng slapped Zi Feng again, and Zi Feng, who had just struggled out, was blown away again.

Next, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Ning Feng attacked with both hands, slapping Zi Feng one slap after another, causing him to bleed profusely and fly backwards.

Finally, his entire body was cracked and he lay on the ground, dying and struggling powerlessly.

At this time, a purple giant about eight or nine meters tall was lying among the rocks.

Ning Feng walked over and landed directly on Zi Feng's face. He stepped on Zi Feng's face with his feet and humiliated him severely, "How is it? Do you accept it?"

"..." Zi Feng felt extremely humiliated, and his heart was about to collapse, "I will kill you."

After Ning Feng said this, he immediately stepped on Zi Feng's face twice.

"Then you go and die first."

Ning Feng looked at Zi Feng and sneered. As he spoke, he slowly raised his left hand and pointed it at Zi Feng's head.

"No."

Zi Feng suddenly panicked. He moved his hand and a space bag not much bigger than his fingernail appeared in his hand.

"This is all my savings. If you let me go, it will all be yours."

After saying this, he looked at Ning Feng with his pair of black eyes, all his original domineering aura gone, like a lapdog trying to please Ning Feng.

"If I kill you, I'll still be mine."

"boom"

Ning Feng slapped him without any hesitation.

One slap certainly cannot kill Zi Feng, but Ning Feng cannot have only this one slap.

A slap on the left, a slap on the right, Ning Feng raised his left and right hands and kept hitting Zi Feng's face.

Bang bang bang,

The huge sound of flesh and blood slapping continued, making everyone's scalp tingle.

"A martial saint was actually tortured like this?"

"He really lost. Ning Feng, a mid-level warrior, faced off against a martial saint. Even though he used amplification techniques, he was still too strong. He made history."

After a period of daze, many people became extremely excited.