Chapter 301: Uncle De is a monk?

"I said, you will die today!"

Sure enough, Wu Jiecao's slap and sweet dates did not play a role, and Han Feng's low and hoarse voice was not mixed with any emotion, just like a repeater that had been recorded in advance, and the task of killing Wu Jiecao had become his obsession under the control of killing thoughts.

With a flash, Han Feng had already stepped forward again, his eyes were cold, as if he had turned into a machine that only knew how to kill.

This kind of person, Wu Jiecao is the first time to see him, even if he has killed many villains, he will never find a person who can compare with Han Feng today, this person is simply a devil, and the other party's force is far higher than his own, he can only be pressed and beaten all the time, this kind of grievance is the first time he has tried it for so many years.

Another punch, Wu Jiecao was once again beaten out of ten meters away, blood sprayed outward as if it didn't have money, the crowd watching the excitement around was obviously disgusted by the viciousness of the Zilin Palace, at this time, seeing Wu Jiecao being beaten by Han Feng without the power to fight back, although he didn't dare to show the slightest excitement on the surface, for fear of being remembered afterwards, but the deep joy in his heart could not be contained, and he gave Han Feng a thumbs up in the bottom of his heart.

Wu Jiecao was defeated and retreated, but Han Feng did not stop there, and before Wu Jiecao's body fell from mid-air, the whole person rushed up again like a fierce tiger on the mountain.

Han Feng's every attack did not spare any of his hands, his fists were to the flesh, Wu Jiecao had no power to resist, he was beaten to cry and wail, the luxurious clothes on his body had already been beaten to tatters, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there were many bloodstains on his body.

The corners of Wu Jiecao's mouth were overflowing with blood, his face was pale, and the long hair that was neatly draped behind his head also became messy at this time, and the whole person was even more destroyed by Han Feng, and he lost half of his strength and sat on the ground, looking at Han Feng who was walking towards him step by step, his body trembled and retreated.

And after Han Feng failed to directly kill Wu Jiecao for the first time, Han Feng, who was dominated by the idea of killing, became more than willing to kill him so simply, destroying his psychological defense line step by step, and letting him experience the sourness of the flesh and heart, looking at Wu Jiecao, who was already a little crazy and stupid, Han Feng also seemed to have some comfort in his heart.

The process of beating has not stopped, Han Feng seems to be very measured, every time the place of attack is not the key point of the other party, but it can make the other party experience the maximum pain, in this way, Wu Jiecao not only can not escape these sufferings by passing out, but also have a clear will to try all these pains, this approach makes Wu Jiecao want to bite his tongue and kill himself several times to get rid of it, but the glory and money on his body makes him unable to make up his mind, and he can only hope that he will send someone in the city sooner in his heart.

Time has passed again, although Wu Jiecao is not dead, but at this moment he is lying on the ground like a dead dog, I am afraid that he is no different from a dead man, this delicate face is as ugly as a pig's head at the moment, and the two arms are even weaker, they have already been broken by Han Feng, and now he is lying on the ground with less air in and more breath, and Han Feng's purpose has been achieved, and he is ready to step forward to see him off for the last time.

"The criminals will be rampant!"

However, just as Han Feng was about to learn about his life, there was a sudden explosion at the city gate, like rolling thunder, and the refugees watching the play nearby instantly felt a huge tremor in their eardrums, and they were shocked and painful, but Han Feng didn't hear it, and the speed at which his fist fell became faster!

Wu Jiecao, who was dying, heard a familiar voice, as if he had heard the sounds of heaven in this world, and his swollen pig-headed face finally set off a trace of happiness, as long as Uncle De arrived, this kid would definitely die.

"Uncle De, save me!" I don't know how many teeth in my mouth were knocked out by Han Feng, and at this time, my speech was a little leaky, and I was stumbling, although I couldn't hear what he said, but people who came could guess it, looking at Wu Jiecao, who looked miserable, his face couldn't help but twitch, he was really beaten badly.

But the next moment, Wu Jiecao's pitch-black eyes revealed a huge fist aimed at his heart and smashed hard, Han Feng didn't stop for half a minute because there was Wu Jiecao's rescuer behind him, and hit Wu Jiecao's chest hard, piercing out.

Before Wu Jiecao died, he didn't expect that this person would dare to kill himself in front of Uncle De, let alone that he would die so easily?

"Boy, the old man is going to cramp and skin you today, wow!

Uncle De didn't expect this scene to happen, this kid was too bold and dared to kill Wu Jiecao under his nose, not to mention that Wu Jiecao was a celebrity under the prince's hands, just doing it under his nose was too faceless, no matter what, he wanted to let this kid experience what it means to be miserable.

Uncle De was still on the way here, and the voice had already reached his ears, but Han Feng turned a deaf ear, half-squinting at Wu Jiecao's corpse, his brows furrowed slightly, the moment Wu Jiecao died, the killing blood that flowed from his body was not the same as before, the physique seemed to have become larger, it was already the size of two small fingernails, and the color was also deeper, falling in the sea of qi, the effect produced was also much more powerful than the previous killing blood.

With its help, his damaged dantian was directly restored.

Perhaps the blood of killing would vary with the level of the person being killed, Han Feng suddenly thought in his heart, if this was the case, his broken dantian would probably be able to be repaired faster.

After thinking about it, Han Feng turned around without being surprised, looking at Uncle De who was running in a hurry, but looking at Uncle De who had spiritual power flowing under his feet, Han Feng frowned again and muttered, "Monk?"

After entering the cultivation world, Han Feng also had some understanding of some of the rules of the cultivation world, and one of them was an iron law that monks could not participate in anything in the mortal realm, if someone violated it, they should be rounded up and hunted down by all the monks, but now, it seems that some people have taken risks and regarded this iron law as nothing.

As a member of the monks, Han Feng naturally would not sit idly by, and what made Han Feng even more excited was that he didn't know if his dantian could be repaired completely after killing the old man in front of him? You must know that since he got the "Killing Shot", Han Feng had only absorbed the killing blood condensed in the mortal body, and he had never had the opportunity to try the killing blood condensed in the monk's body, but he didn't know if it would be different from the one condensed in the mortal body.