Chapter 117 Up and down, left and right...

The furious Zhu Shu stopped thinking and punched Yang Feng directly in the face.

Then……

His fist hit Yang Feng right in the face.

"ah!"

Ambassador Yang screamed exaggeratedly.

However, Zhu Shu did not stop and punched him again.

Then……

His fist was caught.

"Your Majesty, it's my turn!"

In his blank gaze, Yang Feng said ferociously with blood on his face.

Then the next moment, Yang Feng's fist hit him in the face. Zhu Shu screamed and fell backward, but because his fist was still held by Yang Feng, he was grabbed and pulled back immediately.

When he reacted, the fist fell on his face again, and then in the blink of an eye, the third punch came. All three punches hit his face. Although Yang Feng deliberately controlled his power and was not prepared to kill him with three punches, the unlucky Qi

His Royal Highness still spit out a mouthful of blood and teeth.

Only then did the guards react.

"Protect the king!"

"Get this thief!"

…

A chaotic roar sounded.

The two nearest guards drew their swords and stabbed them, but they were kicked away by Yang Feng.

Then he dragged Zhu Shu and suddenly pulled the latter down. Zhu Shu immediately fell to the ground, and then kicked Yang Feng over. Yang Feng punched and knocked over a guard who came over, and rushed to the ground with his fastest speed.

I sat on top of him and slapped him conveniently.

The guards were holding various weapons and swarmed forward like crazy...

They are guards.

Their duty was to protect King Qi. As a result of Zhu Shu being killed, they all had to confiscate their homes and exterminate their families.

So they really risked their lives.

"stop!"

Yang Feng roared.

The guards stopped without hesitation.

Because Yang Feng grabbed Zhu Shu's head by the golden crown and smashed it, and the road underneath was paved with stone slabs. With the violent force he showed when he smashed it down, His Highness Prince Qi's head would have shattered into a watermelon, not to mention smashing it into pieces.

The guards gathered around Yang Feng with blood-red eyes, but no one dared to move. They all held their own weapons and stared at him from a distance that could be said to be close to Yang Feng.

"Kill him, kill him, kill this piece of shit!"

Zhu Shu howled.

He finally woke up from a series of heavy blows, which showed that his physical fitness was indeed very good and he could go to the battlefield after all. However, looking at Yang Feng riding on him, he also fell into rage.

Then Yang Feng slapped her again flatly.

Zhu Shu was stunned again. It had to be said that in just a few minutes, he, the originally aloof vassal king, had experienced all the humiliations and blows that were unimaginable in the past. He even forgot to cry for a moment and just remained silent.

He looked at Yang Feng, as if he had been stunned.

"Yang, Yang Feng, you want to plot and rebel. Assassinating the vassal king is a major crime against the nine clans."

The prefect finally came to his senses, and shouted from the outside, almost crying.

If something really happens to Zhu Shu, he will confiscate his house and exterminate his family!

"I'll fight!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

After saying that, he slapped Zhu Su again.

The latter's cheeks were swollen like pig heads, and blood was still coming out of his mouth. He slapped him, and the blood flew out. Zhu Su howled like a slaughtered pig, but because of his unclear speech, he could not speak clearly.

He couldn't understand what he was yelling at, but he could tell he was still very tough, so Yang Feng slapped her twice again.

"Your Excellency, let go of the king first. Let's talk about anything you have to say."

A veteran said.

"I'm not interested in saying anything, I just like to beat him!

Up and down, left and right!"

Yang Feng spoke crazily and whipped Zhu Shu.

Zhu Shu was finally beaten and collapsed.

He almost cried and begged for mercy, but begging for mercy could not change his situation. Yang Feng's slaps continued to fall, and soon his begging for mercy could not be heard clearly. He just waved his hands there, as if to say...

"No, no..."

Everyone at the scene was trembling, watching this heartbreaking scene.

"superior!"

An officer from behind suddenly shouted.

Immediately afterwards, he hugged Yang Feng and tried his best to drag the latter away. He did not dare to use weapons to sneak attack. Not to mention that Yang Feng was said to be invulnerable. Even if he entered, he would have enough time to turn King Qi's head into a rotten watermelon.

But his efforts were meaningless, Yang Feng was still beating Zhu Shu.

The next moment, countless soldiers swarmed forward, drowning Yang Feng and Zhu Shu in an instant.

But then everyone was so frightened that they retreated as fast as possible. They were bumping into each other and even trampling on each other. The poor Prince Qi on the ground had his neck pinched by Yang Feng and was about to die. But fortunately, the guards retreated.

Finally, Yang Feng let go of his hand again. Zhu Shu, who finally came back from the hell gate, took a deep breath greedily, then coughed violently, coughing and vomiting blood, because his face looked like a pig's head and was full of blood, which looked like something from a horror movie.

wind.

Or like a zombie movie.

"You don't understand anything at all. If you ask me to beat him to get rid of his anger, at most he will be injured, and he won't die if he looks back. But if he continues to be ignorant, then I can't say whether he will die."

Yang Feng rode on Zhu Shu and looked at the officials and guards with reproachful eyes.

"Your Majesty is not afraid of being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts!"

The veteran said angrily.

“You’re talking about death by a thousand cuts with a guy who’s holding a gun and chatting with you emperors?

Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts?

According to your Ming Dynasty law, I am not guilty of being cut to death by a thousand cuts, but am I not living a happy life so far?

In fact, you all know very well why I beat him.

I have made it clear that I came here just to beat him up, but I will give your emperor face and will not beat him to death. After all, as a friendly envoy, I still have to give your country face. So I will only hurt him.

But if you don't let me hurt him, then I will have no choice but to beat him to death, and I will have nothing to worry about in your Ming Dynasty.

Beat him to death and walk away.

You can't stop me either.

Then each of you here counts one by one, and everyone should prepare for the Yi tribe!

How about it?

Two options.

First, I injured him, and second, I beat him to death."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

The veteran looked at him with sadness and anger.

I have to say that meeting this bastard is really frustrating!

"Up and down, left and right..."

Yang Feng continued to smoke Zhu Zhu happily.

The latter was about to fall into coma again. He was just wailing helplessly there. He didn't know whether he was begging Yang Feng to stop fighting or was getting angry. In short, he was just making various vague grunts, looking for support on both sides with his hands and legs.

He was still twitching. But in fact, his injuries were not fatal. Yang Feng knew it. He just slapped his face. He didn't use any force. He threw some anti-inflammatory medicine back and it would be cured in a few days. As for the disfigurement, he was missing a few teeth and his eardrum.

Piercing is inevitable.

Of course, that doesn't mean it's foolproof.
To be continued...