- Slap yourself in the face a hundred times!

This is Ye Feng's blunt words to Zheng Zijie, which seems extremely direct and domineering. And for so many years, on the territory of the Southern District, Ye Feng is the only one who dares to speak to Zheng Zijie like this.

Zheng Zijie's face was furious, his fists were clenched, his knuckles made a 'gurgling' sound, and a flame of anger rose in his chest, accompanied by an endless anger and murder.

If it were someone else, Zheng Zijie would have rushed forward and killed.

But thinking of the strong strength that Ye Feng showed just now, he really didn't dare to act rashly.

The person he brought was knocked to the ground by Ye Feng in less than a few minutes, and he thought that this kind of strength was inferior. In other words, he clearly realized that even if he made a move, he might not necessarily be Ye Feng's opponent.

However, there were only two ways in front of him, either Ye Feng did it, or he took the initiative to slap himself, and there was no other way out.

is the number two person in the southern district who is the most powerful in the southern district, but he was forced to slap his face in public, and he really can't do such a shameful thing.

"Don't be too much!"

Zheng Zijie looked at Ye Feng and said coldly.

"How many people are too big? Hah, I like that you can handle it? If you want to say that there are too many people, I'm afraid that our side can't compare to one percent of yours, right? Obviously, we have signed a contract with Boss Liu, you have to bring someone over to force us to terminate the contract, and if you don't agree, you will bring someone to surround you and do it. Tell the fuck about it, who's *** too much? How? Seeing the people you brought fall to the ground one by one, the arrogance is gone? Ye Feng sneered, and walked directly towards Zheng Zijie as he spoke.

"Do you know whose power this place belongs to? Don't you sell three points of the overlord's face? Zheng Zijie said coldly, posing as the overlord-level figure of Nanbatian Chen Ba.

"You mean Nanbatian? In other words, you are a subordinate of Nan Batian? Hmph, in my eyes, what is Nanbatian? Ye Feng sneered.

He is indeed qualified to say such a thing, that night in the Dragon Phoenix Tower, he fought alone against the three major overlord-level figures of the Battle Tiger, Blood Wolf, and Jiang Xiong, and knocked them down one after another, that battle made Ye Feng famous, and it was already an underground force that spread throughout Nanhai City.

It's just that Zheng Zijie still doesn't know the name of Ye Feng, so he wants to move out of Nanbatian Chen Ba to suppress Ye Feng, which of course has no effect.

"You are arrogant!" Zheng Zijie's face was gloomy, and a burst of energy suddenly erupted from his body.

"Really? Then I'll be arrogant to the end! Ye Feng sneered and rushed directly towards Zheng Zijie.

"Roar!"

Zheng Zijie roared violently, his right arm slammed out, and a strong force burst out, which turned out to be extremely pure and upright internal strength, and then a heavy hand attack carried the upright internal strength towards Ye Feng.

"Huh? The big slammer? ”

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and his face was slightly surprised, this turned out to be the most authentic big stele wrestler in Shaolin Temple. And the upright internal strength of Zheng Zijie is undoubtedly caused by the cultivation of the authentic qigong heart method of Shaolin Temple.

"Break it for me!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and then broke out with an offensive of cannon fists, the fist was like a cannon, it ignited at one point, and rushed forward, and a powerful force burst out, meeting Zheng Zijie's attack with this big smasher.

Bang!

The offensive of the two was handed over together, and the powerful energy spread along the fists of the two of them, forming an unrivaled impact of energy.

Zheng Zijie's body swayed slightly, and under the impact of Ye Feng's unrivaled force, he almost couldn't stand steadily.

His face was slightly shocked, Ye Feng could not only recognize his moves, but also be able to crack them so easily, which made him feel very shocked in his heart.

In fact, he was a popular disciple of Southern Shaolin, and after learning and succeeding, he came to Nanhai City to follow Chen Ba and helped Chen Ba build the underground power of the Southern District. His strength is extremely strong, and he has already reached the realm of hegemony.

"It seems that you are a popular disciple of Shaolin Temple. As a Shaolin disciple, he has a strong internal strength, but he did such a powerful thing, which really humiliated Shaolin's reputation. People like you will never be able to comprehend the righteous spirit of Shaolin disciples, how can you truly comprehend the true meaning of Shaolin martial arts? Ye Feng said coldly.

"Enough! I don't need you to talk about it! You're strong, but I can't beat you! Zheng Zijie roared angrily, it seemed that Ye Feng's words touched the sore spot in his heart, and under the roar, his face was extremely hideous, and his body rushed towards Ye Feng at extremely fast speed.

"Big Monument Wrestler!"

"Eighteen hands of Arhats!"

Zheng Zijie roared angrily, and successively unleashed the offensive of the big stele wrestler and the eighteen hands of the Arhat in Shaolin martial arts, and continuously bombarded Ye Feng.

The big stele wrestler is heavy and strong, with the power of opening the stele and cracking the stone, and the power of breaking the earth with a heavy hand is blasted out!

The eighteen hands of the Arhats are impermeable, one ring after another, continuously, fierce and fast, with the power to defeat the enemy!

Zheng Zijie combined the two major offensives and broke out, and the power formed was really not to be underestimated, and with the upright internal strength in his body, it was even more terrifying.

"Let you see what the true meaning of Shaolin martial arts is!" Ye Feng opened his mouth to speak, and then his eyes sank, and the whole person immediately looked solemn, and opened his mouth to shout, "The King Kong of the Mighty Vajra Hand stretches out his arms!" ”

With a roar, Ye Feng directly punched straight out.

This punch was just like its name, 'King Kong Outstretched Arm', watching Ye Feng's right arm stretch forward, the punch also rushed forward, just like this ordinary and ordinary bombardment.

However, there is a shocking mystery in the ordinary, and the true meaning of a strong vajrapani is presented, vaguely, the golden blood and vitality in Ye Feng's body faintly transformed into a 'swastika' in this punch, and the pale golden aura lingers on this 'swastika', exuding wisps of golden light, just like the supreme treasure of the Shaolin Buddha, majestic and solemn, with a majestic and majestic righteous atmosphere!

"This, this—"

When Zheng Zijie saw this scene, the whole person was immediately shocked, he didn't expect that Ye Feng's powerful vajra hand could actually evolve the true meaning of the supreme saint king in Shaolin Buddhism - a swastika!

Bang!

In an instant, Ye Feng's punch had the power to destroy the withering and decaying, Zheng Zijie's burst out of the big monument hand and the eighteen hands of the Arhat encountered the golden blood and vitality in front of Ye Feng's punch, and the 'swastika' condensed was as if it was restrained, and it collapsed and collapsed directly, and it was impossible to fight at all.

Rumble!

At the end, this punch, as well as the 'swastika'-shaped punch, directly hit Zheng Zijie's chest and abdomen, and blasted his whole person directly out of the body!