412. Chapter 412 Chapter 0411 Kicking the Pavilion
The car was running wildly on the road and ran through countless red lights.
Ye Xiong's mind was filled with Yang Xinyi's words.
"Please let me go. Just think of me as dead and non-existent. Okay, don't bother me anymore."
Her haggard appearance kept reappearing in his mind, which made him feel like a stone was weighing on his heart.
Damn love, he never thought that he would feel so uncomfortable for a woman.
In less than twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a martial arts gym.
Ye Xiong got off the car and stepped up.
On the top of the door at the entrance of the martial arts hall, there are four golden characters of "Renyi Martial Arts Hall" hanging with dragons and phoenixes dancing, which looks extraordinary.
What a word of benevolence and righteousness.
Selling dog meat on sheep's heads, on the surface in the name of benevolence and righteousness, but secretly he has done countless things that are harmful to nature and justice. How can such a **** tycoon be said to be benevolent and righteous?
What is black? It is really black when you are so black that you cannot distinguish between black and white.
In today's Huaxia Kingdom, organizations with a truly **** nature have long ceased to exist. They are all whitewashed under various names. Just like the Renyi Martial Arts School, which ostensibly recruits disciples to strengthen their bodies, but is actually for the sake of Sanxing.
The society recruits people and evades investigation.
There was a large courtyard inside, and there was a roaring sound, and many people were practicing martial arts inside.
Ye Xiong raised his head and looked at the words benevolence and righteousness above his head, and suddenly he jumped up, the ink knife in his hand flashing.
A cold light flashed through the air, and the two golden characters of benevolence and righteousness fell from the air and hit the ground with a bang.
Ye Xiong strode in, holding the word benevolence in one hand and the word righteousness in the other.
Inside, dozens of disciples were practicing martial arts. When they saw someone breaking in, they all rushed over.
One of them shouted loudly: "Who are you and what are you doing at Renyi Martial Arts School?"
Ye Xiong threw the two words benevolence and righteousness to the ground, making a loud noise, and then faintly uttered two words: "Kick the Hall."
"You bastard, you actually took down the sign of our martial arts gym."
"Things that don't know whether to live or die."
"This guy is obviously here to cause trouble and destroy him."
There were endless voices, and the indignation was hard to calm down.
When you open a martial arts gym, what you fear most is being kicked out of the gym.
What is the most humiliating way to get kicked out of a martial arts gym? It is to break down the opponent's martial arts gym sign. This is more humiliating to these disciples than slapping them hard on the face.
The four disciples were the first to attack, and they rushed over fiercely, hitting Ye Xiong on the head with their fists.
Bang bang bang bang!
Four dull voices sounded, and the four disciples collapsed in front of Ye Xiong. The fist-clenching movements of their hands soon turned into covering their stomachs and rolling on the ground.
The people around him fell down before they even saw Ye Xiong take action.
"I'm not interested in fighting trash, call Duan Wu out." Ye Xiong said coldly.
The voice was filled with infinite murderous intent, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.
"Our master, you can see us whenever you want. Let's chop him up and chop him down." Among the crowd, a leading disciple shouted.
After hearing what he said, the disciples all around took down various swords, spears, sticks and other weapons from the weapon racks nearby, and surrounded Ye Xiong tightly.
Ye Xiong remained motionless, glancing around with stern eyes.
The four disciples rushed over first, attacking with all kinds of weapons.
Ye Xiong moved.
Jiugong Mi Zongbu is most suitable for close attacks. Attacks at such a speed are simply child's play for him.
He didn't walk fast, as if he was taking a walk, but every time he took a step, he just dodged an attack.
With five fingers, he grabbed the wrist of the first disciple holding the sword and twisted it hard.
A gurgling sound was heard, and the disciple's arm was dislocated. Ye Xiong flew up and hit his body on the second disciple, sending the two of them flying backwards.
The third disciple's spear came towards him. Ye Xiong held it under his arm and swung it hard. With great force, he threw the disciple away.
The last disciple made a sneak attack from behind. Ye Xiong's back looked like it had eyes, and he dodged the blow. By the time the disciple reacted, the knife had already fallen into Ye Xiong's hand.
Ye Xiong slashed the disciple's hand with a knife.
"I'm going to die."
Just when the disciple thought that the arm was about to be cut off, there was only a sharp pain, but it was hit by the back of the knife on his hand, causing him to scream in pain. However, it was much better than having the arm broken.
The whole process took less than ten seconds, and all four disciples holding weapons were injured and vulnerable.
The disciples around were completely shocked.
They have seen masters before, but this is the first time in their lives that they have seen masters like this.
One move, all in one move.
"Call Duan Wu out." Ye Xiong warned again.
The leading disciple gritted his teeth and shouted: "If we all come together, I don't believe that he has three heads and six arms and can defeat dozens of us."
At that moment, all the disciples rushed over desperately.
"Wait!"
Ye Xiong shouted loudly.
Hearing such an angry roar from him, the disciples instinctively stopped.
Ye Xiong walked to the stand, put on a pair of boxing gloves, then walked into the crowd and said calmly: "This shouldn't kill anyone."
"Fuck, this guy is so crazy."
"Come together."
"I don't believe he has three heads and six arms."
A group of disciples rushed over in a swarm.
Ye Xiong's mind was in chaos at the moment. The anger he suffered at his sister-in-law's house and the mood affected by Yang Xinyi completely came out at this moment.
I saw him suddenly rushing into the crowd, putting his feet on the Nine Palaces, making wind with his fists, releasing countless Gang Qi from his body, and his internal energy was running wildly in his body, making him look murderous.
Puffy!
Ahhh!
Boom, boom, boom!
Countless bodies were thrown away like sandbags, and fell to the ground far away with screams.
Ye Xiong, with full firepower, was like an ancient beast when he went berserk.
Every time a punch is thrown, one person will fly several meters away. The huge power makes people feel like a roller coaster. Because of the thick gloves, no one will be killed, but the nose will be swollen, the mouth will foam, and the corners of the eyes will bleed.
The situation still exists.
In less than five minutes, none of the dozens of disciples were standing, they all fell to the ground, moaning and groaning non-stop.
"Trash, get up quickly!"
"With this little strength, how about a slap in the face?"
"Aren't you going to chop me or kill me? Come on."
Ye Xiong walked over, lifted up the disciples, and asked them to get up and continue fighting.
It's just that these disciples all suffered moderate injuries, so how could they dare to go up again.
They finally figured out that this guy was here to vent rather than compete in the gym.
He looks like a mad dog. Whoever goes up now will consider himself unlucky.
Then, a very strange scene occurred.
No matter where Ye Xiong went, those disciples stayed away like the god of plague.
At that moment, a vacuum zone was left around Ye Xiong, with no one daring to approach within ten meters.
Fenghuang rushed over and looked at the situation on the field, and was speechless.
She didn't expect that the fight would be over so quickly.
Fortunately, it seems that no one was killed. When this guy vented his anger, he still maintained a trace of reason and knew how to wear gloves.
Looking at Ye Xiong in the field, naked from the waist up, with muscles as strong as rocks, Fenghuang was stunned for a moment.
On his body, several wounds were slowly bleeding. It was unclear whether the blood was his or someone else's. The whole person looked very bloody.
"It's not interesting, it's not interesting at all."
Ye Xiong took off his fist, walked to the disciple who had just given the order, lifted him up, and said calmly: "Let me ask again, where is Duan Wu?"