Chapter 186 Humiliation

"I understand a little!" Looking at Ye Feng with a simple smile in front of him, Cheng Song frowned slightly and could avoid such a sharp knife, which could be described as a little.

"Since you know a little, you might as well try to pick me up again." While talking, Cheng Song did not give Ye Feng any opportunity to refute and refuse at all.

Hands up, the knife falls!

buzz!

The void trembled slightly, and the sharp knife light came through the air. Cheng Song stepped on the void and cut from top to bottom.

The cold light flashed, and the snowy blade reflected the sun, making people unable to help but want to close their eyes.

The knife spirit flew across, and the knives were terrible.

This knife looks like a knife, but it is a combination of a hundred knives. Each knife qi draws a completely different trajectory and runs towards Ye Feng.

Cheng Song's eyes stared at Ye Feng indifferently, as if to see how the other party would take his move.

Then, Cheng Song saw Ye Feng smile, with a bright and gorgeous smile, and his white teeth were shining like a mirror in the sun.

With one hand, Ye Feng poked out one hand.

The five fingers bent and clung to the momentum of Jackie Chan's claws. Ye Feng's toes with a smile were lowered, and his figure grazed.

Ding! Ding Ding!

The sound of gold and iron was endless. Looking at the scene in front of him, Cheng Song's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ye Feng's hand is like an invincible blade. All the knife gas broke instantly when it touched Ye Feng's hand, turning into the most primitive vitality between heaven and earth, turning into a breeze and slowly dissipating.

"This move is called the dragon claw hand." Ye Feng, with a bright smile, hit the blade impartially, and he was not worried that the sharpness of the blade might invalidate his hand.

"Arrogant!" Cheng Song drank coldly, and Ye Feng acted like this, so that he despised and despised him and didn't pay attention to him at all.

At least he is also the leader of the martial arts group and the best of the younger generation. He has never been seen so clearly.

At this moment, an unprecedented humiliation enveloped Cheng Song's mind. In an instant, Cheng Song's eyes burst out two spirits and looked extremely angry.

"From the moment you knifed me, you don't deserve to be my opponent." Facing Cheng Song's knife, Ye Feng, who did not avoid it, sneered.

click!

Ding! Ding!

Puff! Poo poo!

The knife and claws hit each other, not the scene of blood splashing in the imagination of those who watched the battle, but another scene that made them scared and afraid.

The steel knife that followed Cheng Song for a long time was as fragile as if it were made of porcelain pieces, which could not stop Ye Feng's claw at all.

The dragon claw hand is originally a kind of fierce and domineering martial arts, especially with Ye Feng's current body, who can compete with it?

You should know that Liu Wushuang's strength and the frost of one of the top ten divine soldiers can only pierce Ye Feng's skin. Although Cheng Song's weapon is not ordinary, it is obviously much worse than Ye Feng's body.

With one claw smashing Cheng Song's weapon, Ye Feng's smile suddenly converbed, and his claws continued, and he suddenly clenched into a fist,

One punch, an unparalleled punch.

Bum!

click!

After the fist crosstalk, there was the sound of bone fracture. Cheng Song, who had no reaction at all, didn't even have time to shout that he had been blown up by Ye Feng and flew backwards.

Cheng Song, who flew six feet away, fell to the ground, rolled back, and just supported the ground with his hand.

"Puff~~~~"

A mouthful of blood mixed with debris spewed out, and in an instant, a burst of hot pain came into his heart. Cheng Song, who took a breath of cold breath, knelt on one knee and stared at Ye Feng with a pair of fierce eyes.

"You are just a clown." Without hiding the sarcasm in his eyes, Ye Feng stepped forward and came to Cheng Song and smiled, "Don't rush to use your work. In these three days, the more you are to heal your wounds, the more serious your injuries will be. At that time, your hard-won cultivation may be abolished."

pa~pa~~

The palm slowly patted Cheng Song's cheek, and Ye Feng kept smiling.

"If you want to treat people as a stepping stone to your superior position, you have to see if the other party can afford to provoke them, don't you think?"

Bang!

Before the words fell to the ground, Ye Feng suddenly exerted his strength and slapped Cheng Song directly on the ground.

"If you want to die, you might as well continue to take a step forward." Without looking at Cheng Song's angry companions who were about to rush over, Ye Feng stepped on Cheng Song's chest with one foot, "If you want to step on me, what the hell are you, ah!"

Ye Feng, who spit and spit, stepped on Cheng Song arrogantly and domineeringly. During the road, Song's group of uncertain companions said coldly, "In fact, you are all a group of garbage. If you want to revenge on me, please wait at any time. Of course, if you do that, you have to be prepared to lose your life. I won't follow me. Grandpa is as kind and soft as a woman.

Leaving this sentence, Ye Feng went away, and this group of Cheng Song's companions stood still like wooden stakes.

Looking carefully, these people looked pale, their backs were soaked in sweat, and their whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

We can't blame them for being too timid, we can only say that Ye Feng is too horrible.

The moment they passed by, Ye Feng just made them feel a hellish cold, which went deep into their souls.

How fierce and horrible Ye Feng's murderous spirit is. If it is really unbridled release, I'm afraid these people have already collapsed and become dementia fools.

"Cough~~~Cough~~~" Cheng Song, who had been trying to get up, accidentally touched the wound. Suddenly, he felt a burst of heartbreaking pain and couldn't help coughing violently.

"Well, what do you think you are suffering!" When Cheng Song was about to struggle to get up, a joking voice sounded in his ear.

Cheng Song, who struggled to get up, stiffened and knew who the speaker was without looking at him.

Raising his head, Cheng Song glared at the person in front of him and gasped in pain, "Well, what are you doing here? Do you want to see my jokes? Congratulations, your goal has been achieved."

Finally, he stood up. Although his footsteps were a little floating and staggering, as if he would fall at any time, Cheng Song finally stood up.

"Tut, look at what you said." Up and down, he looked at Cheng Song carefully. Tang Ao looked sorry, "Why didn't Ye Feng just end you? Look at your current appearance. It's no different from a homeless dog!"

At this time, Tang Ao and Ye Feng saw two completely different extremes. They spoke harshly and seemed to be eager to anger Cheng Song.

"Don't worry, I will never die before you die." He covered his chest with one hand and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with the other. "I don't feel ashamed to lose to Ye Feng. If he can't even pass me, he deserves it."

"You are open-minded." Tang Ao was stunned for a moment, but to be honest, I didn't expect Ye Summit to be so strong. Although I don't like you, you are at least as famous as me. Doesn't this mean that I'm not his enemy at all?" Tang Ao, who restrained his frivolous and viciousness, looked at the direction of Ye Feng's departure and said in a low voice.

"You, why are you as famous as me?" Cheng Song said mercilessly, "Let your hand, I can defeat you."

Tang Ao shook his head without arguing. This kind of verbal dispute is useless.

"Let's go!" Waking hands, Tang Ao and his party continued to follow Ye Feng from afar. They would not let go of this good opportunity to watch the play.

"Brother Cheng, are you all right!" A group of people from the martial arts group ran to Cheng Song with a concerned face.

"Don't worry, you can't die, just six broken sternums." Because of the pain, Cheng Song's cheeks twitched from time to time, and every time he breathed, he could clearly feel the intimate contact between his lungs and the broken sternum.

Even if he was humiliated by Ye Feng, he had never hated Ye Feng, and he didn't even have such an idea at all.

The loser has never been qualified to resent a winner, and Cheng Song has always held such a belief.

What's more, Cheng Song himself has never done such a thing.

"Brother Cheng, that Ye Feng is really strong." One person exclaimed.

"He is more than strong." Shaking his head, Cheng Song laughed at himself, "Actually, with the previous punch, he can completely kill me and save my life. To be honest, I'm already very grateful."

"Thank you?" Others looked puzzled and doubtful, humiliated like that, and even said they were grateful.

"To be a man, you should know how to be content." Cheng Song said lightly and left slowly.

It was not until Cheng Song took seven or eight steps that his companions woke up like a dream and hurried to help Cheng Song. Now Cheng Song is a real wounded man.

Naturally, Ye Feng will not know what happened later. Even if he knew, he would not bother to pay attention to Ye Feng's nature.

To be honest, Cheng Song and Tang Ao are just two or three small fish and shrimps for Ye Feng.

The only thing that can make Ye Feng look at a few times is Yue Xin, who appeared first, and one of the two strong men hidden in the dark when Ye Feng just came out of the bandit world.

Ye Feng, who is walking, is better than walking leisurely, and even humming the popular song in the Chinese world. With the amazing knife he played with in his hand, how can he describe it calmly?

Tang Ao and others behind Ye Feng's eyes are round. It's not that they have never played with knives, but they have never seen anyone playing with knives like Ye Feng.

Can that still be called a knife?

The black knife rotates, rolls and jumps in Ye Feng's hand. It is as flexible as a part of Ye Feng's body. It is not too gorgeous.

Under the sun, the dazzling light occasionally reflects between the flips of the black knife. At this time, Tang Ao and others will involuntarily create an illusion.

It seems that the seemingly inconspicuous knife has become an ancient beast, opening its mouth and preparing to drink the enemy's blood.