Chapter 807 How Dare You Mention Ye Zhizun! (Fourth Update)

That afternoon, it rained heavily.

Ye Chen led Yang Tian and others out of the old forest and rushed from the northeast to the south. When passing over the capital, his figure could not help but pause, looking down at a certain position below, his eyes flickering.

The Huangquan Patriarch beside him immediately asked: "Fellow Daoist Ye, what's wrong?"

After Ye Chen's help, he had already stabilized his realm, and even the consumed soul power was fully restored.

"It's okay, I feel a hint of familiar breath!"

Ye Chen frowned slightly, then looked at the Huangquan Patriarch: "Ancestor, you protect them here and wait for me for a few minutes, I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, he immediately descended.

In the capital, it was raining heavily at this moment, and the streets were filled with deep rainwater. There were two or three figures on the road rushing home, which was very deserted.

In a bar in the eastern suburbs of the capital, it was very lively at this moment, with countless screams and roars coming from inside.

This bar is called Night Bar. It is just an ordinary bar in the eastern suburbs of Beijing, but it has overshadowed other bars in recent days.

Because in addition to the booths and dance floor, this bar has an additional facility, that is - the ring!!!

The bar owner specially set up a ring and invited many people to fight on the stage. The blood-spurting scene of fists hitting flesh makes the bar crowded every day.

On the huge ring.

At this moment, a man in his thirties was beaten back step by step. The man was covered in blood and his left foot was limping.

His opponent was a sinister young man in black clothes. The corners of the young man's mouth were full of cruel smiles. His fists made a sound of breaking through the air and hit the lame man firmly.

From beginning to end, the lame man never made a sound. Every time he was knocked down, he would try his best to stand up, like an iron man who could not be defeated.

"Kill him, kill that cripple quickly, I'll give you one million, no, ten million, if you win, it's yours!"

"Hey, don't underestimate that cripple, it's said that he was once a general, the famous Yan Nanfei!"

"...

Countless people stood outside the ring, screaming madly at the ring, some people kept throwing money on the stage, their faces were full of bloodthirstiness.

Ye Chen squeezed into the crowd and looked up at the ring. When his eyes fell on the lame young man, his eyes couldn't help but condense.

Yan Nanfei!

A former general, an upright and passionate man.

Not only that, the other party and Li Yunxiao, Han Qinhu and others They are all Ye Chen's few friends in Beijing!

What Ye Chen didn't expect was that he would fall to such a state.

While he was in a daze, the sinister man on the stage punched Yan Nanfei's face with a heavy punch, a blood line appeared in the air, and Yan Nanfei's body suddenly fell heavily under the ring.

Under that punch, his brow bones burst, and the shocking blood flowed out desperately, scaring the onlookers to retreat subconsciously.

He subconsciously wanted to stand up, and the sinister man on the stage took a step forward, stepped on him in the air, looked down at him and said: "Too weak, general? That's all!"

"You... you can insult me!"

Yan Nanfei twisted his body with all his strength, blood foamed in his mouth, and stared at him: "But no... you can't insult the army...!!!"

"Waste, you are rebelling! ”

The sinister man stepped hard on his face with his foot, with a cruel smile on his lips: "Not only are you a waste, but all the practitioners in your country are waste, especially your so-called No. 1 Ye Nan Kuang!"

"The man surnamed Ye died early and did not fall into my hands, otherwise I would definitely let him know what it means to live a life worse than death!!!"

However, he found that Yan Nanfei was looking at him with disdain, and that look seemed to be mocking a person who was ignorant of the world.

Du Qiang was angry and embarrassed: "Waste, what is that look in your eyes?"

"However, you are worthy of mentioning Ye... Ye Zhizun?"

Yan Nanfei laughed very weakly: "When Ye... Ye Zhizun was alive, you... your so-called genius in the past three days was a joke!"

"Bang!"

Du Qiang kicked him heavily on the chest: "Say, you, the No. 1 Ye Nan Kuang, are trash, shit, and waste, otherwise, I will kill you now! "

This kick immediately made Yan Nanfei spit out blood and rolled his eyes, but he opened his mouth and spit a mouthful of blood foam at Du Qiang, and his disdain became more and more obvious.

Although Du Qiang easily avoided the blood foam, the anger on his face became more and more intense: "Waste, since you are determined to die, I will fulfill your wish today!"

After saying that, he stepped on Yan Nanfei's head!

He is a beginner martial arts master, and Yan Nanfei is just a top master. If he steps on him, his head will definitely be blown off!

However, Yan Nanfei closed his eyes calmly and laughed: "Supreme Ye, it is Yan's incompetence. On the day your Ye family was destroyed, Yan could not help, so I came down today to apologize to you! "

But the next moment!

He suddenly felt that the foot did not step down, but a warm and smelly liquid splashed on his face!

It was blood!

Yan Nanfei was at a loss...

At this moment, an extremely shrill scream rang in his ears: "Ahhh, my foot, my foot!!!"

Yan Nanfei opened his eyes immediately, but the scene he saw shocked him. He saw that Du Qiang's left foot, which was stepping on him, exploded from the waist down!

Countless flesh and blood flew everywhere!

And Du Qiang himself fell to the ground, his face was pale, and he let out a shrill scream.

"Wow..."

This sudden and extremely bloody scene immediately made many people step back several steps, and then they looked at the scene in front of them with tingling scalps.

No one could see clearly what happened. The only thing they saw clearly was that Du Qiang's foot suddenly exploded when it was about to step on Yan Nanfei's head.

"Shua shua shua..."

Several strong figures quickly swept down from the second floor of the bar, led by a middle-aged man with a hawk-like gaze.

The middle-aged man looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Du Qiang, his pupils shrank: "Du Qiang, who hurt you?"

"I... I don't know!"

Du Qiang's face twitched: "But the murderer must be hiding in the crowd, second uncle, you must find him out and kill him for me, kill him!!!"

"Who is it? How dare you hurt Du Qiang?"

The middle-aged man sank, and looked around with cold eyes, full of murderous intent: "If you have the guts, stand up, I want to see who is it?!"

"Boom..."

The people around him completely changed color, and they all retreated in a swarm, fearing that they would be implicated.

As they retreated, a thin figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The other party did not move, his eyes were as cold as a knife.

And the moment he saw the other party clearly, Yan Nanfei, who was lying on the ground dying, was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed an extreme flush.