The bones of his fist were shattered, causing the man in green to tremble violently.
There had already been a wave of panic in his heart, and Yang Feng felt like he was facing a ferocious humanoid beast.
The opponent's golden energy seemed to be invincible.
"You can not!"
Yang Feng took advantage of the situation and grabbed one of the Tsing Yi man's arms and pulled hard.
Click!
Crack!
There was a clear sound of bone cracking in the arm of the man in green.
"Ah! I want you to die!"
Yang Feng crippled one of his arms, the pain spread throughout his body, and he was so angry!
But he endured the anger in his heart!
He knew very well in his heart that if he acted on impulse at this time, his life would definitely depend on it.
"Kneel down!"
Yang Feng kicked the opponent's bent knee joint.
The sound of bones breaking was heard again.
The man in Tsing Yi, unable to stand any longer, knelt down in front of Yang Bie.
"You are in the Transcendence Organization, what level of warrior are you?"
Yang Feng has encountered several waves of detachment organizations, but most of the ones he encountered before were black-clothed warriors.
Moreover, the martial arts cultivation is only at the warrior level, but this time and the last warriors are all at the martial spirit level, and their costumes and masks have also changed.
"Want to know? Stop dreaming, I won't tell you even if I die."
Seeing the other party's determination, Yang Feng did not hesitate.
Red Dust Sword!
The sword box on his back was opened, and the scabbard inlaid with amber was inserted into the body of the warrior in green.
"You,...impossible!"
That an unsheathed sword could kill someone was beyond his knowledge.
Xie Xiaoyu, who was trembling at the side, also raised his eyes to look at Yang Feng not far away.
Yang Feng didn't even look at Xie Xiaoyu, who looked pitiful in the distance.
Coming back to kill people is just because of the other party's clothes, Qing Yi? They don't deserve it!
"Yang Feng, I'm sorry!"
Seeing Yang Feng preparing to leave, Xie Xiaoyu put aside her inner pride and chased after him.
"There is no need to apologize. Yang is just a lecher. You are the superior president of the chaebol. From now on, you will go your way and I will cross my single-plank bridge."
After speaking, Yang Feng turned and left.
After hearing Yang Feng's words, Xie Xiaoyu felt mixed emotions in her heart.
It was late at night when we returned to the rental house.
"Boy Yang, do you want to use that woman as bait to lure out people from the Transcendence Organization, and then find the whereabouts of the Nine Dragons Immortal Lord?"
The voice of Canxian sounded from the pendant.
"Um."
"Boy Yang, your cousin, according to my observation, is also a target of the Transcendence Organization."
"You mean, my cousin's physique..."
"That's right."
Canxian's words made Yang Feng fall into deep thought.
"No, she is not twenty-eight years old!"
Born in a yin year and a yin month, logically speaking, he should be twenty-eight years old now, but his cousin is twenty-two years old this year, only one year older than him.
"Forget it, the soldiers will stop us, and the water will cover us!"
Beyond the organization, Yang Feng has killed three of them in a row, and he shouldn't take action easily in the next few days.
Qingzhou, an underground world.
In this area of Qingzhou, things are calm on the surface, but in fact, the waves are turbulent secretly.
The detachment organization was established in Qingzhou, the underground world.
"Oh, a college student, he ruined our good deeds one after another, and even killed two martial arts people on our side?"
One man was wearing a windbreaker, sitting in a bright light, wearing a finger plate on his hand, holding a glass of red wine between his four fingers.
There was no emotion or anger in his tone.
"Yes, Master Qinglong."
"Interesting! If you dare to ruin my good deeds, call the evil tiger back for me, and tell him that I have something to do with him."
"yes."
The person who bowed his head and responded respectfully was a man in green clothes and a green mask.
The cultivation level radiating from the body fluctuates, martial artist!
Martial arts master!
You can use your energy to control things!
However, in Qingzhou University, there is a nearby underground rental house.
Gusu Mingyue was just getting ready to go to school when she passed by Yang Feng's room.
Creak!
The door opened.
Gusu Mingyue was stunned for a moment, and then tried her best to hide her inner joy.
"Xiao Feng, when did you come back?"
The tone was calm.
"Did you have breakfast last night, cousin?"
As Yang Feng spoke, he took out two sandwiches from his schoolbag.
"I, I have eaten..."
Gusu Mingyue looked at the sandwich handed over by Yang Feng, but did not immediately reach out to take it.
Instead, he swallowed before speaking.
"Cousin, it has only been a day and you have forgotten what you promised us in the school infirmary?"
Yang Feng pretended to be disappointed and shook his shoulders, but didn't say anything.
"No, no, I just, just..."
"Just what?"
Yang Feng suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Gusu Mingyue's eyes.
"I don't want to rely on you too much."
After saying this sentence, it was almost as thin as a mosquito.
"Fool, I'm your cousin. If you don't rely on me at school, who do you rely on? Or does your cousin have a boyfriend?"
Yang Feng said jokingly.
Gusu Mingyue saw that the other party was making fun of her, even though he was younger than her, but he still pretended to be an adult and lectured her. She snatched the sandwich from Yang Feng's hand, and then ran all the way to school with a red face.
"Hey! Cousin, wait for me!"
The breeze ruffled the girl's three thousand black hair and touched the girl's heartstrings.
"Xiao Feng, how wonderful it would be if you and I were not related by blood!"
In the world of mortals, a young man teases a young girl.
The boy in the wind ran into the wind and enjoyed his time in college. He also wanted to have such a love with Gu Qianqian.
At Qingzhou University, after entering the classroom, Yang Feng and Gusu Mingyue sat at the same table until the afternoon. Gusu Mingyue was the president of the club and had important matters to deal with.
Yang Feng was so bored that he went out to wander around the school.
"Hi! Hello, Xueshen. Are you interested in joining our ancient music club?"
When Yang Feng left the school, he bumped into an acquaintance.
Long Jiaojiao.
"Oh, it's you! I have no interest in the club."
Yang Feng's top priority now is to battle wits and courage with the Transcendence Organization, so why bother to join the society?
"Xuemei Long, why are you talking to such a nerd?"
At this time, Mo was about 1.78 meters tall, with a warrior head, a sinister face, and a trace of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was a top student in art.
In his opinion, even if Yang Feng was admitted to Qingzhou University with perfect scores in four subjects, he still wrote the popular "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".
But all of this, in his eyes, is nothing more than dead reading.
Completely devoid of artistic talent.
"Oh, it's you?"
Yang Feng raised his brows and looked at the person who came. It didn't matter that he wasn't very good-looking, but he had such a mean mouth.
bookworm?
I really don’t know if I’m an idiot? Or the brain was kicked by the donkey.
"Who am I? Clean your ears and listen carefully, Zhou Ze, the president of the Ancient Music Society."
"Zhou Ze? I haven't heard of it. Do you have anything else? If not, please get out of the way."
Music cells? Are you kidding me? As long as he thinks about "Ancient and Modern Tong", he can solve it in minutes.
It's just that he doesn't have the spare time to waste it here with Zhou Ze.
"You? Very good. You should know about that, Senior Sister Long Jiaojiao, right?"
Zhou Ze was very unconvinced. On the surface, Long Jiaojiao was promoted by taking an exam. Zhou Ze had already found out her identity and background, otherwise he would not be in a hurry to express himself in front of Long Jiaojiao.
"I know you. She asked me a few questions before."
Yang Feng glanced at Long Jiaojiao, but his gaze didn't linger too long.
"What a joke! Xuemei Long is a top student. Will she need to ask you for advice?"
Long Jiaojiao’s entrance exam score was 500 points.
Chinese: 120 points,
Mathematics: 140 points,
English: 140 points,
Computer basics: 100 points.
Exactly 500 points.
In Zhou Ze's opinion, with Long Jiaojiao's performance, there was no need to ask Yang Feng for advice.
"You can ask her if you need her. It has nothing to do with me."
Long Jiaojiao, he was not interested. He just saw that the other party was diligent in asking questions, so he answered the other party's doubts.
As for the relationship between the two, Yang Feng had never thought about it.
"That's enough, Senior Zhou. I'm tired. Let's go back and rest first."
Long Jiaojiao really couldn't bear to listen.
She also felt a trace of unreasonable disgust towards Yang Feng in her heart.
What to pretend to be? Isn’t that just fifty points more than me?
If I hadn't prepared well for the exam, how could the first place be yours?
With such thoughts, Yang Feng's position deep in her heart plummeted.
Yang Feng passed by Zhou Ze.
"Hehe! Sister Long, don't be unhappy. How about I help you teach Yang Feng a lesson?"
How could Zhou Ze not see that Long Jiaojiao was dissatisfied with Yang Feng.
"Senior Zhou, please mind your own business!"
After speaking, Long Jiaojiao turned and left.
"Yang Feng, wait for me!"
If it weren't for Yang Feng, he might have captured the beauty's heart by now.
Zhou Ze naturally blamed Yang Feng for all this.
After leaving, Yang Feng found a nearby barbecue restaurant and bought a few bags of barbecue, planning to go back and grill Gusu Mingyue himself.
It's just that there are a lot of people in this barbecue restaurant, and after queuing for a while, it was Yang Feng's turn.
What a coincidence, Zhou Ze and Long Jiaojiao actually showed up at this barbecue restaurant.
It turned out that the two of them were the owners of a barbecue restaurant and hired them with high salaries.
As the president of the Ancient Music Society, Zhou Ze naturally has two skills, not to mention Long Jiaojiao, who is already a first-class singer.
The two of them dressed like a couple of gods, and instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the barbecue restaurant as soon as they appeared.
Only Yang Feng didn't care, bought a few bags of barbecue, and planned to leave.
At this time, Zhou Ze naturally noticed Yang Feng in the crowd.
"Hey! Isn't this Yang Xueshen? Why are you having barbecue for dinner? If you don't have money, you can just say it and I can lend it to you."
Zhou Ze's family is wealthy, otherwise it would be impossible for him to support his music studies. Long Jiaojiao was wearing a black low-cut top.
Under the reflection of the neon lights, the scene was astonishing. Her eyes also turned to Yang Feng, like a white swan overlooking the ugly duckling.
Faced with the provocation of the two people, Yang Feng ignored it at all. If a dog bites you, would you choose to bite it back?
Seeing Yang Feng directly ignoring him, Zhou Ze's anger rose in his heart.
Blocked in front of Yang Feng.
"stop!"
shouted sternly.
“A good dog stays out of the way!”
Yang Feng was carrying two bags of barbecue and didn't want to do anything.
"you wanna die!"
Zhou Ze is just an art student, but in order to win the attention of girls, he has been keeping fit.
In addition to his height, he can almost walk sideways as long as he doesn't meet people practicing sports or martial arts clubs at school.
I saw him grabbing and grabbing Yang Feng's neck. At this time, Yang Feng threw him over his shoulder, knocking Zhou Ze to the ground.
Then he turned and left without looking back.
Zhou Ze was lying on the ground, so what else could he have to worry about?
Some people died, but not completely...
