Jia Qiu stood beside him and watched them dance fiercely with the sword. When the blade almost slashed on Tang Ye, she covered her eyes and did not dare to watch.

Tang Ye had long been familiar with this kind of long sword. He stood in front of the poplar tree and did not move. The butcher saw Tang Ye's position and slashed over with one knife. Tang Ye quickly lowered his head and cut his sword straight on the poplar tree.

Cut it straight into more than an inch deep, and when you pull it out, you can't pull it out.

When the hook with his left hand attacked Tang Ye, Tang Ye reached out and grabbed his left wrist, and used a bend, and the hook fell to the ground. The butcher was still pulling the machete from the tree, but Tang Ye came to him.

He took a shadowless fist, bang bang bang bang, and in just ten seconds, fifty or sixty punches hit him in the face.

Suddenly, blood came out of his mouth, his eyes were swollen and he could hardly open the crack, his nose was also choked, and a big bag bulged on his forehead. The butcher used his force to pull out the long sword from the tree, and squatted his butt.

Lying on the ground.

Tang Ye took a few steps back and said with a smile: "Fatty, you are the only martial arts school. A pig slaughter, but he came to teach people how to practice martial arts. What a ridiculous thing."

At this time, the guy in the stinky ditch stood up and the butcher said to him: "Go and ask all the students to come out and kill this ***."

The guy stood up and ran to the martial arts hall next to him. Jia Qiu grabbed Tang Ye's arm and said, "Brother Ye, hurry up, go quickly."
Chapter completed!