Ye Xuan's face was ruthless, his hands opened the bow left and right, and slapped one slap after another, slamming Song Xiang in the face.

Suddenly, Song Xiang's face, like a fried watermelon, opened directly.

A face, like a burst chrysanthemum, was covered with blood-red finger marks, the face was swollen, and the mouth was full of blood, not to mention how miserable.

"Nineteen slaps, one slap missing."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, smiled calmly, like a calm surface of water, without the slightest ripple look, and said in a dark voice.

"Twentieth palm, go you!"

As soon as Ye Xuan's words fell, his hand moved, but he didn't stop, and slapped Song Xiang in the face.

How to describe this slap?

Overwhelmed?

Boulder collapse?

Ye Xuan pulled out a palm and hit Song Xiang in the face.

While Song Xiang was bearing this slap, the whole person flew out sideways, nearly ten meters away, knocking over many tables and stools.

Song Xiang fell to the ground, paralyzed, like a dead corpse, fell to the ground, his mouth was full of blood, his bones "clicked" constantly, his whole body was in pain like falling apart, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

All right!

To describe him as a pig is simply an insult and defilement of a pig.

After all, pigs are not so miserable.

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been standing on the second floor heard the sound and walked quickly into the second floor.

The scene in front of him shocked him.

Nima!

Song Shao was beaten like this?

"You, you, are simply looking for death."

The middle-aged man condensed his face, his face was heavy, and he said fiercely.

He was tall and straight, with an eagle nose, which looked very sharp, and his eyes were very sharp, staring at Shen Xueying and Ye Xuan, extremely cold, as if he was going to kill them.

"Oh ~ I Ye Xuan didn't go to school, so I don't know how to write the word 'death'." (Northeast dialect)

Ye Xuanle smiled, with a playful smile on his face, and said teasingly in the local dialect.

"Ye Xuan......"

Shen Xueying fell into a panic, and Ye Xuan suddenly made a move, which surprised her.

"Little things. Two days ago, I beat Song Yufan, and today I beat Song Xiang, and their Song family just didn't clean up. ”

Ye Xuan smiled as if he had just finished cleaning up a bunch of hooligans, protected Shen Xueying behind him, and said with a smile.

"A hairy boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, but he has practiced kung fu for two years, and he really thinks he can be lawless?"

The middle-aged man laughed fiercely, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his cold eyes locked on Ye Xuan.

Immediately, I saw the middle-aged man's body move.

His speed was very fast, the moment his toes touched the ground, he left the ground again, his legs staggered forward, his legs moved, as fast as lightning, and even formed phantoms.

"Tan Leg Gate?"

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Two years ago, he had a conversation with the founder of Tan Leg Gate, "Tan Leg". The conversation was very pleasant, and it was definitely a nodding acquaintance.

Although the Tan Leg Gate is not a top sect, its founder, Tan Leg, created the 12 Tan Legs, and the leg method is wonderful.

Even Ye Xuan had suffered a big loss under the attack of Tan Leg, using the wonderful leg technique of Twelve Ways Tan Leg.

But in the end, Ye Xuan still had a slight advantage, outperforming Tan Leg by more than a dozen moves.

If it was just an ordinary Tanleg Sect disciple, Ye Xuan could capture it with one hand.

No, it's a finger.

Just like this, the middle-aged man, his legs were driving at high speed, and a huge force gradually converged on his right leg.

At this moment, his right leg seemed to turn into a scythe, enough to cut through a stake the thickness of an arm.

"Drink!"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly, burst out with a loud shout, and slashed at Ye Xuan's neck, wanting to kill Ye Xuan.

But at the moment when the middle-aged man swept his legs.

Ye Xuan's face sank, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and his strength was magnified a hundred times at that moment.

Originally, Ye Xuan could punch out sixty kilograms of strength, but now, Ye Xuan's punch was enough to punch six thousand kilograms of strength, that is, six tons.

If this force hits a car, it can move the car sideways for five or six meters. If it hits an elephant on the body, it can knock the elephant to the ground.

If it hits the human body, it can directly blow up the internal organs of the human body.

But taking into account the other party's teacher Chengtan's leg door, Ye Xuan deliberately left some spare strength.

Therefore, when the fist landed on the middle-aged man's leg, it only produced a thousand catties of huge force, and with a "click", it instantly broke the middle-aged man's right leg.

"Ah......h

The middle-aged man flew out upside down, and his right leg was in severe pain, making him almost faint in pain, a few traces of blood faded from the corners of his mouth, and his face instantly became pale and ugly.

"Your leg skills, used to chop firewood, are still good."

Ye Xuan withdrew his fist, and the qi wave in his body dissipated in an instant, and said with a smile.

"You, who the hell are you?" The middle-aged man was shocked, and asked with a look of horror on his face.

The middle-aged man's name is Shen Wuru, and he is a teacher of Tan Leg.

At the end of his apprenticeship, he returned to Jiangbei City and became a bodyguard of the Song family, and soon became a top bodyguard.

He is confident that his legs are invincible, but since he came to Jiangbei, he has never met an opponent.

But now, in front of this young man, he is sad.

Even said that this young man didn't make a ruthless move.

Otherwise, it would have been not just a leg, but a whole life.

It's horrible!

Shen Wuli had never heard of such a strong man in Jiangbei, who was inferior to his master Tan's calves.

But how could he know that the young man in front of him had been invincible in the battle with his master Tan Leg, and even won more than a dozen moves.

"With your current strength, you don't deserve to know my name. Who is your master? ”

Ye Xuan's face was condensed, extremely serious, like an elder reprimanding a junior, he looked at Shen Wurude coldly and asked.

"Jiashitan shank."

Shen Wuru lowered his airway.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a calf!"

Ye Xuan couldn't help but smile and muttered to himself.

The picture of fighting with Tan's calf and tyrannizing Tan's calf in the past suddenly appeared in Ye Xuan's mind.

"You should know that I have a back hand for you just now. Otherwise, you will surely die at this time. ”

Ye Xuan's expression was cold, arrogant, and with a high-ranking attitude, he continued: "So...... Do you hold a grudge against me? ”

"Don't dare."

Shen Wuli was taken aback and hurriedly responded.

"Hmm."

Ye Xuan nodded with satisfaction, and said solemnly: "Go back and tell Tan Xiaoshan, just say that your leg was broken by me, and after he listens, he will help you heal." ”

"Thank you, sir. Dare to ask Mr. Daimyo? ”

Shen Wuru asked.

"Ye Xuan!"

Ye Xuan smiled and responded, he hadn't met Tan Calf for two years, and he didn't know how Tan Calf was doing.

"Keep in mind the name of the gentleman. Shen was rude and said goodbye first. ”

Shen Wuli thanked him and hurriedly retreated.

Song Xiang, who was stunned by Ye Xuan's twenty mouths, fell to the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and as soon as he woke up, his eyes were hazy, and he saw Ye Xuan's face.

"Ah......h

Song Xiang's whole person lost his mind, as if he was frightened, and shouted frantically.

It's a devil.

Twenty mouths, flung hard in the face, one harder than the other.

Song Xiang even doubted that there were any teeth left in his mouth.

First a front tooth flew out, then a big tooth, and then a tiger tooth......

Nima!

In my memory, there were five or six teeth flying out.

"Xiang, hurry home to fill your teeth, change your name along the way, the word Xiang, it's easy for me to think of the word 'Xiang'."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, pulled himself up, and Shen Xueying, who looked dazed and shocked, left the Yuebak coffee shop.

Outside the coffee shop.

Shen Xueying stood in place sluggishly, looked at Ye Xuan with a cold face, and asked, "You beat Song Xiang, what should I do with the 500 million?" ”

"Isn't it 500 million?"

Ye Xuan sneered a few times, grimacing, and continued: "These five hundred million, the Song family will take the initiative to send it to you." Yes, it's a gift, you don't have to pay it back. ”