As the voice fell, the angry Yang Feng was no longer polite.

He slapped his left hand and shook the strong man's hand with a powerful force. He followed him to the side of his body and was pressing towards the strong man. When he rushed over, he used his left foot as a support point, and his right foot soared from the sky like a spring. A standard step hit the strong man's chest heavily, making a muffled sound.

With just one kick, the strong man flew back more than ten steps in place, hitting the guardrail of the community behind him, and then slid down on the spot. The guardrail that was hit by the strong man shook for a while before calming down.

Seeing this scene, the dozens of melon-eating people watching were bulging their eyes. Your sister is too exaggerated. You should know that this is a strong man of about 1.9 meters tall, weighs less than 90 kilograms. He was kicked away by just one foot. Can you exaggerate it more?

Yang Feng's kick is actually a familiar leg that many people call it Tan Le, and many people call it Tan Le, which is known for its fast flexion and extension. In recent years, Yang Feng has experienced so many fights in the army and has also consulted many good players on the fight skills in the army.

Because he is still very diligent and studious, and his natural divine power, Yang Feng can now be called an invincible general on the battlefield even if he doesn't need hot weapons. This strong man is very brave and fierce in daily life, but how can he be compared with a ruthless man like Yang Feng who fights on the battlefield?

In other words, Yang Feng knew that modern society could not cause human life. He only used less than two points of strength to exert his legs. Otherwise, the strong man would not have been kicked onto the guardrail at this moment, but had a big hole in his body.

Yang Feng's purpose is that since he has taken action, don't show mercy. After kicking the strong man down, he rushed to another man with a pattern on his arm, grabbed his right arm with lightning speed and shook it. He heard a light crack, and the man's arm was off. Then Yang Feng hit his chest with an elbow, and the guy fell to the ground without any softness.

Then Yang Feng rushed to the next two remaining men like a whirlwind, and only a crackling sound could be heard. In less than a few seconds, the two of them were lying on the ground.

"I'm a macaque... I finally met the legendary master today. It turns out that the hitting people in the novel is like hanging paintings. It's actually true."

Next to him, a young man about 21 or 2 years old, wearing a pair of glasses, blushed with excitement, and his hands holding his cell phone were trembling.

"After I got home, I posted this video. I wanted to let all the guys who said that China only has dance and no martial arts all day long to see what they have to say."

"Damn, it's true, such a living person was kicked away in one kick?"

"This is not a movie, but I don't see a camera next to me!"

The people around were all in an uproar, including two female white-collar workers who just saw Yang Feng eating his "heroic figure" in a fast food restaurant.

"Wow... Xuanzi, I found that I'm starting to fall in love. I will definitely get this handsome guy's phone number later."

"You can do it!" The companion next to him rolled his eyes, "Every time you see a handsome guy, you say you want his phone number, but you haven't seen any time you dare to take action."

"This time it's different. I feel that he is my partner for the rest of my life, and my future husband should be like this."

Looking at the illusioned best friend whose eyes almost turned into heart shape, another female white-collar worker covered her eyes helplessly.

After throwing several strong men to the ground in just a few seconds, Yang Feng slowly walked to the short man and smiled and said, "Now it's time to calculate our accounts."

The short man at this time had long disappeared. He had never expected that the man he thought he could eat was so fierce, and he hit his four companions in every move.

The short man had no serious job and usually made a living by doing some gray life. The four people beaten by Yang Feng were the helpers he found, and they were all used to fighting, especially the tall man who was similar to the red flower double stick. He gave them any dirty work to do on weekdays.

Today, a short man happened to take them out for something. When he heard that his wife who had originally come out to walk the dog had a dispute with someone, and the other party was alone. When he encountered such a good thing, he would not let him off. He just didn't expect that he actually hit the iron plate.

Looking at Yang Feng who was pushing towards him step by step, he took a deep breath and calmed down, "Brother, it was just a misunderstanding just now. I was so angry that I touched your car, but don't worry, I have covered how much your car repair cost."

"You've got it!"

Yang Feng smiled grimly, stretched out his left hand and grabbed his collar, and slapped him in the face without saying a word.

Only a crisp "pop" sound was heard, and a red mark immediately appeared on the short man's left face.

"Hey...how did you hit someone?"

The short man's wife immediately stopped seeing her husband being beaten and rushed towards Yang Feng and wanted to pull his arm.

"Bang..."

Before she could pull Yang Feng's arm, a slap fell on the short man's left face again.

"Crack crackle..."

Only a crisp sound was heard, and a series of slaps like cannons were heard one after another. After seven or eight slaps, the short man's face immediately became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, it became swollen like a ball.

The shrew not far away saw her husband being beaten, and his eyes turned red with anger. She lost her mind and pointed at Yang Feng and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Xiao Ren... go over and bit him to death!"

With her voice, the Casro who was following her let out a low roar and rushed towards Yang Feng.

Seeing this, the onlookers around couldn't help but shout: "No, young man, run away!"

"Handsome guy, run quickly, the dog is here!"

The female white-collar worker named Xiaoli screamed even more, covering her eyes in fear. The best friend next to her was also scared and looked as if a tragedy was about to happen.

"It's over... This handsome guy is over..." Many people next to him were also frightened and screamed. You should know that this Casro weighs at least 60 kilograms, and stands up as tall as an adult man. Moreover, Casro is a mastiff that is absolutely forbidden to raise in cities in many countries, because raising such dogs is too dangerous.
Chapter completed!