The pupils of everyone in the audience constricted.

Zhou Bingbing was stunned and said, "Ancient martial artist? ”

"He's a warrior?" Liang Zhou was dumbfounded.

Yue Feng sneered: "Shi Zhengyang, do you know what a jumping clown is?" ”

"It's something like you that doesn't know how to live or die!"

"Brother Ning's strength is far above me and Jingyun, people disdained to worry about you before, but you are really a dish!"

Yue Feng watched coldly.

Shi Zhengyang's face turned red, his tongue was sticking out, his eyes were round, and he was full of fear.

Su Qinghe stepped forward and pulled Ning Bei, and shouted: "Ning Bei, let go, he's dying!" ”

Ningbei was unmoved.

Yue Feng was startled, sensing Ning Bei's murderous intent, frowned and said: "Brother Ning, just teach him a lesson, causing a lot of life is likely to attract the intervention of the special operations team!" ”

Liang Zhou suddenly woke up: "Yes, you are a martial artist, dare to kill ordinary people, the special operations team will not let you go!" ”

But they didn't know that not only the Bianjing Group, even if it was the North China General Group, they didn't dare to manage Ningbei.

Don't forget, the Central Plains war knife Zhang Zhongyuan, that is Ningbei's subordinates!

The five major commanders in the world are all ministers under the command of the king of Ningbei!

Who dares to point a knife at Ningbei?

The combat knives used by the members of the Special Operations Group are cold knives.

And the real Beiliang King Knife is on Ning Bei's body.

The cool knife pointed at Ningbei, which is the biggest joke!

Ning Bei said softly: "Bianjing Group, what are you afraid of!" ”

One sentence and six words made Yue Feng's pupils shrink suddenly, knowing that Ning Bei's murderous intent had risen.

Yue Feng stepped forward to stop him, and said solemnly: "Brother, don't be impulsive, you can't take yourself for such a waste, the special operations group here, you really can't be provoked, it's extremely troublesome!" ”

"Third brother, what are you afraid of, it's this bastard looking for death!" Tang Jingyun said.

As a result, Yue Feng shouted angrily: "Shut up, don't add fuel to the fire!" ”

Tang Jingyun disagreed, standing at the door, looking at the end of the corridor, there was a short-haired young man, wearing a black shirt and a white knife logo on his chest.

He was startled and said in a low voice: "Third brother, look at the south!" ”

"Damn, I really met a member of the special operations team, Jingyun, stop Ningbei, I'll stop him, I hope my identity is good!"

Yue Feng exhaled lightly and came to the corridor.

The short-haired young man strolled over and spat out a sentence lightly: "The special operations group is doing things, and those who obstruct it will be killed!" ”

One sentence made everyone's hair stand on end.

The ghost knows that in this entertainment city, he can actually meet the members of the Bianjing group.

However, looking at his clothes, he should be a supernumerary member.

Non-staff members are generally weak, and most of their strength is at the level of martial artists, if they can become martial artists, they can basically become regulars, become full members, and stay at the headquarters of the Bianjing Group.

However, the major special operations groups sometimes recruit some social warriors, or warriors who have made small mistakes, and give them supernumerary membership to assist the special operations group in doing things.

Obviously, the short-haired youth is this kind of person.

This is a nine-rank martial artist!

Yue Feng arched his hand: "Brother, it's convenient, I'm Yue Feng of the Special Operations Brigade of the Bianjing Garrison, you should have heard of it." ”

"The Bianjing Group is doing things, and those who obstruct it will be killed!"

The short-haired young man stepped into the distance of seven steps, touched the black hilt of the knife exposed at his waist, and gently held it with his right hand.

Yue Feng's cheeks were sweating, gritting his teeth, and he was shocked by the momentum.

His hands were like tiger claws, and he shouted: "Then offend!" ”

Boom!

Yue Feng dared to make a move, and the speed of the short-haired young man soared, which was completely beyond Yue Feng's imagination, and he pressed his knees to the top, making Yue Feng's mouth spit blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he lost his combat power in an instant.

Originally, he had injuries on his body, and the strength of the short-haired young man was no weaker than the demon invited by their captain.

Tang Jingyun was furious: "Third brother? Damn, the Bianjing Group is amazing, fuck you! ”