Su Dehu's forehead burst into countless cold sweats, and he hurriedly retracted his palms, stepped on them hard, and quickly retreated to the side to avoid his edge.

Deng Weiwen didn't chase either, turned around and stood still, majestic, with contempt in his eyes.

Su Dehu almost suffered a big loss when he stole chickens, Deng Weiwen did not take the opportunity to pursue, but his behavior was even more unbearable.

Annoyed and angry, Su Dehu roared angrily, and pounced on it again, his fists and feet were whirring, with a biting cold wind, and it was already a posture of fighting for his life.

Deng Weiwen snorted coldly, where would he be afraid of him. When he was dealing with it sinkingly, the other party was like a mad tiger, but he couldn't help him at all. On the contrary, Deng Weiwen's occasional counterattacks were precise and vicious, threatening Su Dehu again and again, if it weren't for his strength and quick reaction, he would have been lying down at this time.

was attacked by the other party a few times, and Su Dehu, who seemed to be in power, was shocked and angry, but he also slowly calmed down. I know that if I continue like this, I will definitely be more than lucky.

The mentality slowed down, and Su Dehu's strength as a prefecture-level powerhouse was brought into play, and he no longer fought and rushed as hard as before, and the situation suddenly became stalemate.

He Yuehai, the head of the Feihan faction, swept his eyes, knowing that although Su Dehu's experience and strength were slightly inferior, he would not be defeated in a short period of time.

The elite of the Deng family who came to the door is here, if they can sweep it away......

He raised his eyebrows and gestured to himself.

The disciples below understood, and someone immediately stood up.

"Is there anyone in the Deng family who can breathe? Come out and make two moves with your Lao Tzu!"

Without waiting for an answer, he clenched his fist in his hand, and with a snort, he hit the nearest disciple of the Deng family.

This seemed to be a signal, and the other disciples of the Feihan Sect responded one after another, and a scuffle immediately began.

Deng Tingjian and Deng Tingkai led their brothers and nephews to meet the enemy in a hurry, and Yang Yonghui stood in the back and watched coldly.

The disciples of the Feihan Sect are generally stronger than the Deng family, but the number of them is a little smaller, and the battle cannot be resolved in a short period of time.

However, with Yang Yonghui's eyesight, it can be easily seen that the situation of the Deng family is not very good. Over time, defeat was almost inevitable.

Not to mention, the Feihan Sect still has two ground-level mid-level top masters pressing the formation, and they haven't ended up yet.

Seeing that Su Dehu made a ruthless move just now, leaving no way back, if nothing else, the Deng family came to the door to ask for an explanation this time, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out, and there will be no scum left after being eaten by the Feihan faction.

Well, if nothing else......

"Boy, the people of your Deng family are about to burp, and you are still in the mood to put POSE here, don't you know that you are going to be struck by lightning?"

A bearded man from the Feihan Sect slapped his palm on the opponent's arm, and pushed the Deng family disciple back a few steps and sat on the ground with his ass. When he was proud, he suddenly saw Yang Yonghui watching alone on the wall, and couldn't help but laugh and scold, abandoning his originally weak opponent and wanting to change his target.

Yang Yonghui glanced at him absently and withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't exist.

"You misunderstood, I'm not from the Deng family. ”

That attitude made the bearded man's heart burn, and he walked over step by step.

"It's too late to get rid of the relationship!"

He only thought that this young man was afraid in his heart, and he didn't even dare to recognize his ancestors. But with his attitude of not taking himself seriously, the bearded man will never let him go.

At this moment, a wargroup next to him was fighting fiercely, and suddenly hissed, making the sound of tears in clothes.

But Deng Tingkai was desperate, and he took two punches on his body, and also left a few deep paw prints on the opponent's body, and tore his clothes.

His opponent is also a high-level Flying Han Sect master, with the same realm and slightly stronger strength than him.

Under steady play, Deng Tingkai knew that he would lose sooner or later.

The Deng family is afraid that today is more than auspicious, and Deng Tingkai is also ruthless, holding the idea of fighting one to make money, fighting for two to make money, exchanging injuries for injuries, and exchanging lives for lives.

It's a pity that the opponent is a step higher than him, and this time in the exchange, although both of them were injured together, Deng Tingkai's injuries were obviously more serious.

The face of the master of the Feihan faction was cold, although he still took advantage of himself in this change of moves, but he was scratched by this Deng family kid, which still damaged his face.

is about to kill the killer and end the opponent's life with the strongest blow.

A white porcelain vase fell from inside the torn clothes, snapped and shattered, and several black pills inside jumped a few times, gurgling and rolling on the ground.

Yang Yonghui's eyebrows furrowed, but his eyes lit up instantly.

He Yuehai, the head of the Feihan faction who had been sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai seat, changed his face and shouted.

"Bastard!"

The master of the Feihan Sect was about to suffer, and with one punch to force Deng Tingkai back, he had to bend down and pick up the black pills scattered on the ground.

Yang Yonghui was a little under his feet, and the whole person seemed to have no weight, easily avoiding the beard of the opponent who thought he had, and in the next moment, he had already come to the master of the Feihan faction.

"You ......"

The light in front of the Flying Han Sect master dimmed, and he reacted quickly, and he couldn't care about the pills on the ground for the time being, and what he didn't raise his head was a cupola.

If you want to replace Deng Tingkai, such a powerful punch will definitely not dare to hit it hard.

But the master of the Feihan faction miscalculated the opponent, Yang Yonghui didn't look at his moves, and his left hand was just a casual flick.

Then, the master of the Flying Han Sect, who had reached the high level of Xuanji in the realm of cultivation, was like a fly all the time, or even a speck of dust, and was fanned out by Yang Yonghui from afar.

Syllable~

There was a big commotion here, and a big living person flew out of the air for more than ten meters, hitting a pile of tables, chairs and furniture, and smashing these miscellaneous items into scrap parts, attracting everyone's attention and attention.

The bearded man who was pressing forward step by step, intending to disintegrate the enemy's fighting spirit from the momentum first, was about to drop his chin on the instep of his foot, and in his stunned eyes, a drop of cold sweat the size of a soybean slid down his forehead and the bridge of his nose.

The master of the Feihan Sect, who had no power to fight back, was the bearded senior brother, and his strength was strong, except for a few prefecture-level powerhouses such as the head of the sect, he was almost counted down.

Compared with him, the beard is no longer on the same level at all.

But it was such a big master, and he was actually slapped away by the young man.

If you change yourself, then ......

It is really ignorant and fearless, the bearded man was afraid for a while, and his steps involuntarily shrank back a few steps, wanting to get as far away as possible from Yang Yonghui.

He Yuehai's eyes froze, he couldn't sit down, and walked down step by step.

Another prefecture-level mid-level powerhouse, Luo Haoyu, followed behind him and also walked towards Yang Yonghui.

(End of chapter)