Ye Feng finished speaking, and the man's flying figure also fell to the ground, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was no trace of vitality.

It was so hard that the crowd could fly. The hearts of the crowd were trembling. The eyes that looked at Ye Feng seemed to have something more. At this time, Ye Feng's cold eyes swept away again and said coldly: "Who else wants pills? Come up and tell me."

"Hmph, let me tell you that so many of us can drown you with one mouthful of saliva." The evil voice sounded, causing the crowd to move slightly. Naturally, they also had this idea. No one knew how many good things Ye Feng had. It would be better to fuck him first, and then wait for others to divide him.

Of course, this is just the idea of ​​those who are not strong enough. People in the acquired realm never thought that after killing Ye Feng together, he would get a share of the pie.

A hint of coldness appeared on his body. The person who spoke was so vicious. When he turned his eyes, Ye Feng saw Ye Hen's voice again. He smiled coldly. It was really a gloomy person.

"I speak very arrogantly, but I didn't expect that I would only clamor for garbage below. If I don't have it, don't embarrass you." Looking directly at Ye Hen, Ye Feng's eyes were filled with a sarcastic smile, and the provocative intention was fully displayed.

Seeing Ye Feng's extremely contemptuous look, Ye Hen felt the anger rising from his heart. Seeing Ye Feng's flying ability and extremely fast body movement, Ye Hen was indeed a little afraid of Ye Feng. The young man who had fought with him and the ant in his eyes seemed not as weak as he imagined. Even though he was unwilling to admit it, he had already made accusations in his actions. He had no choice but to stir up the crowd without himself. He had already fallen behind.

The light of anger flashed in his eyes, Ye Hen could not accept it. He actually developed a ray of fear of Ye Feng, and was afraid of the garbage that was lucky enough to eat swan meat. So what if he could fly? He believed that with his innate second level of realm and his powerful attack magic, as long as he seized the opportunity, he would definitely be able to kill Ye Feng with one blow.

Just as Ye Hen was walking forward, he saw a hand on his shoulder. Ye Hen turned around and heard Zhu Tianhao say, "Don't go, you are not his opponent."

Ye Hen didn't know, but Zhu Tianhao knew clearly how terrifying Ye Feng's strength was. Although he didn't tell Ye Hen about being embarrassed and cruel to Ye Feng, he still reminded Ye Hen.

However, Zhu Tianhao's face immediately changed because he found out that he had made a big mistake. Like Ye Hen, a young man who is not ignorant of the world, he always thought that he was the best in the world. He said this, which would only make Ye Hen blinded. From now on, Ye Hen's gaze at Zhu Tianhao could be seen.

He snorted coldly, Ye Hen shook Zhu Tianhao's hand away and continued to walk forward. Zhu Tianhao didn't stop him this time. He had already done what he should do. His eyes turned, and he didn't know if there were people from the Ye family around him to protect Ye Hen. Otherwise, Zhu Tianhao believed that Ye Hen would definitely die when he fought against Ye Feng.

Soon, Zhu Tianhao saw Ye Qing wearing a pair of sunglasses not far away, mixed in the crowd, and then smiled slightly. It seemed that his words were redundant. At the same time, Zhu Tianhao was also puzzled, has Prince William's people not taken action yet, why Ye Feng is still alive now?

Among the crowd, Ye Qing had a micro headphone in his ear, facing a small wire hole, and whispered: "Have you found out?"

"Mr. Ye, according to the investigation, Ye Feng suddenly appeared a few months ago and lived in Jinghua Garden. The place where he lived was the residence of Hai Yifeng, a member of the Death Agent. According to his name file, we found that Ye Feng was likely to have survived the car accident three years ago, the son of Ye Long, a member of the Death Agent." In the headphones, a clear voice slowly reached Ye Qing's ears. Hearing the names of Hai Yifeng and Ye Long, and Ye Feng was Ye Long's son, Ye Qing's eyes couldn't help but become extremely exciting.

"Well, okay." Ye Qing recovered from his senses, said lightly, then took off the micro headphones, and looked at Ye Feng not far away. When Ye Feng appeared not long ago, Ye Qing asked someone to quickly investigate Ye Feng. This time, Ye Feng's appearance gave him an extraordinary feeling. His sharp eyes were much sharper than last time he met, and his whole body exuded an invisible temperament.

With his eyes turned, Ye Qing nodded to several places hiding in the dark. Although there were no figures there, Ye Qing knew that someone could see his movements.

The restless crowd was about to move, but when they saw Ye Hen walking towards the steps, they became quiet again.

Ye Hen's face was extremely cold at this moment, and he stared at Ye Feng with vicious and cold eyes. Although the two of them had no hatred, since they saw Ye Feng's intimacy with Wenqing, the hatred sprouted in his heart. Ye Feng's first feeling was that he was a garbage, a little white face, a toad with luck. Not long ago, when he saw that Ye Feng was actually a disciple of the alchemy master, and there were many elixirs that made him crazy, and he was favored by the most beautiful women like Nangong Wan'er, his jealousy of Ye Feng turned into hatred, which was extremely rising.

Ye Hen could not accept that Ye Feng, who was slightly younger than him, was more outstanding than him to be liked by beautiful women.

"Support all the pills on your body, I can consider not killing you." Ye Hen smiled coldly and said viciously.

Ye Feng smiled, looked at Ye Hen with contempt, and sighed in secret why people are so hypocritical. They are obviously jealous of themselves, but pretend to want elixirs and ignore Ye Hen's words. Ye Feng said: "Last time you said I was not qualified to be named Ye. Now, I will let you know that your surname is Ye, which is an insult to Ye Xing. To deal with scum like you, I am enough to deal with a scumbag."

The wild words made the eyes of the crowd extremely exciting, while Ye Hen's eyes slightly condensed, his face was terrifyingly gloomy and terrifying, and his whole face was covered with a dark gray.

You are an insult to Ye Xing? Just a finger against you? The toad and ant in your eyes actually despise yourself so much. How could Ye Hen bear it?

With a cold murderous intent in his eyes, Ye Hen looked at Ye Feng, his murderous intent was awesome, and his body trembled violently. Ye Hen's body burst out and rushed towards Ye Feng quickly. The innate true energy was mobilized, and the powerful palm power was as quiet as water, without making any sound, but Ye Feng could clearly feel the slightest destructive aura.

With a cold smile, Ye Feng stood there without moving. He raised his palm, but only a middle finger was standing there. His extreme contemptuous eyes made Ye Hen go wild and shouted wildly.

But at this moment, above Ye Feng's middle finger, rounds of gorgeous light flashed. Under the night, the bright starlight flowed, so dazzling and strange, as if it was performing, giving people a pleasing feeling.

The aperture of the rounds of halos spread, and Ye Hen's eyes narrowed slightly. The closer he got to Ye Feng, he found that there seemed to be an extremely powerful aura that was constantly gathering on Ye Feng's middle finger, but he could not retreat, or he had no face to retreat, and turned his palm into a fist, which was more beneficial to his fingers.

He smiled indifferently, Ye Feng still stood there waiting for Ye Hen to come. Finally, Ye Hen arrived, and a fierce punch hit out fiercely. The airflow suddenly surged, but the destructive fist still did not make a sound.

With a cold look, Ye Feng's hand finally moved. He pointed it out slowly and headed towards Ye Hen's fist. Under the eyes of everyone, the powerful iron fist collided with the fragile fingers. The imagined broken fingers did not happen. They heard in horror that Ye Hen screamed suddenly, and then retreated wildly, with extreme fear ejaculation in his eyes.

Moreover, Ye Hen's arm also slowly hangs down, and dripping blood fell to the ground along the closed fist, holding up his right fist with his left hand. Ye Hen's face was twisted in pain. On his right fist, there was a hole as big as a finger and it kept entering deeply. Ye Hen himself didn't know how deep the hole was.

‘A finger is enough’, a clear voice still echoed in his ears. Ye Hen’s whole body was trembling with pain, not only physically, but also psychologically painful. He was so contemptuous and insulted by the ants in his eyes, but also the faces of everyone in the middle, and he used real actions to deal with him. From beginning to end, Ye Feng’s feet had never moved. Only then did he realize that a finger was cruel.

Ye Qing flashed and came to Ye Hen in an instant. Not only him, but there were several other figures around him. Surrounding Ye Hen, Ye Qing did not stop Ye Feng and Ye Hen from taking action, because he also underestimated Ye Feng's strength. He really could not imagine that a person who was in the secular world would have such a terrifying talent. He was less than 20 years old, but he used a finger to deal with his son with a very good talent. What Ye Qing felt most unacceptable was that Ye Feng was Ye Long's son.

"You are looking for death!" Ye Qin turned her eyes and said to Ye Feng coldly, and the strong men around him also emitted a cold aura, which was extremely powerful.

"Slow down!" A shout sounded, and a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and raised his head with his lowered head. Ye Feng and Ye Qing were slightly stunned when they saw the visitor. They both knew the visitor, and it turned out to be Hai Yifeng.

"It's you!" Ye Qing's voice was cold, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

Hai Yifeng didn't care and said coldly to Ye Qing: "Are you all the people in the Ye family so cold-blooded? Back then, Ye Long left the family, and now he actually wanted to attack Ye Feng again. Ye Qing, I think you should know that Ye Feng, he is your nephew, the son of your biological brother, you actually want to kill him. It's ridiculous. Do you still have a little conscience!"

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