Haocheng slowly gets up from the table. The blood in his nostrils begins to flow down. He stands up dizzily and looks at ye Ziheng. His eyes are full of anger.

"Kill him for me!"

Haocheng roared. The one hundred or so gangsters behind him suddenly came back to their senses. They took up their steel pipe machetes and hit ye Ziheng one after another.

However, ye Ziheng was not afraid at all, and directly kicked on the body of the little scum who was closest to him.

The punk was kicked out directly, and his body pressed on the thugs who followed him. Like donomi's dominoes, he overthrew more than a dozen people at once.

Seeing this scene, the gangsters were all shocked. They couldn't help but take a breath of cool air and took a few steps behind them.

Ye Ziheng was obviously much more powerful than they thought. With just one kick, he directly kicked over more than ten people. He was probably a practitioner.

But in fact, ye Ziheng didn't make much effort on that one foot, and he didn't even exert one percent of his strength. For him, he just lifted his feet and swung them casually.

After all, ye Ziheng's cultivation of a nine grade martial artist, not to mention his full strength, is probably one tenth of his strength, which can directly kick an adult strong man into flesh mud.

"I don't want to cause trouble, and I don't want to be provoked, so I'll give you a chance to get out."

Ye Ziheng stood still, even in the face of hundreds of times more than he did not panic, so that all the people on the scene could not help but feel awe.

But after seeing this scene, Haocheng got angry and pointed to ye Ziheng and roared.

"What are you doing! He's only one person when he's fierce. You've got so many weapons in your hands. Are you afraid of him? "

Seeing Haocheng say so, those little thugs dare not resist. After all, the background behind Haocheng is still very big. They are not powerful enough to fight against others.

So a few small gangsters look at each other, bite their teeth, and kill ye Ziheng again.

Ye Ziheng saw this and shook his head helplessly, so he had to raise his hand and start to deal with the small thugs who rushed over.

These little thugs have little combat experience. They are not ye Ziheng's opponents at all. Ye Ziheng takes a few moves and easily repels several thugs.

But ye Ziheng's face, is to show a pair of insipid appearance.

In fact, sometimes he likes fighting. Of course, it doesn't mean that he is a war maniac. It's just that fighting can enhance the strength of warriors. Therefore, ye Ziheng is not very resistant to fighting.

However, this also has to be the same level of strength, balanced combat, ye Ziheng will feel that is to enhance their own strength.

But in the face of these ordinary people who have no strength, ye Ziheng is really not interested in it. He will hurt or even kill them with a little bit of force. He should control the power of every move.

For ye Ziheng, now he is like an old man playing Tai Chi in the garden of the community. Every move is slow and soft. It seems that he has no strength at all. However, those punks who have been beaten by Ye Ziheng one after another are flying out, screaming with pain, which makes the audience dumbfounded.

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