Under his punches and kicks, Jiang Ziwei's face was bruised and swollen, and blood began to spurt from her nose and ears.
Seeing that Ye Feng still showed no sign of stopping, Jiang Ziwei even considered committing suicide.
As a strong swordsman who has been in the Yin Shang Kingdom for many years, he has never been beaten up by someone.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't muster any strength within his body and couldn't move his mouth, he would have liked to bite off Ye Feng's fist.
Ye Feng rode on Jiang Ziwei and beat him up, leaving He Huan and everyone watching in the distance stunned.
No one expected that the duel between two great swordsmanship geniuses would eventually turn into a gangster brawl.
At this moment, at least a dozen people had the idea of taking advantage of the situation and rob Ye Feng and He Huan.
But when they saw He Huan draw out his long sword, and the tip of the sword sprayed out half a foot of sword energy, everyone stood there in shock.
A few days ago, He Huan was just a swordsman, but after these days of killing, he was miraculously promoted to become a swordsman.
He Huan's intimidation dispelled the thoughts in the hearts of all those who took advantage of the situation.
But even though he had intimidated everyone, He Huan didn't have any sense of pride in his heart.
Ye Feng is a strong swordsman. Even if he hits someone, he still has to show his demeanor.
He rides on other people's bodies and hits them on the cheeks with his fists. How is this different from a street gang fight?
Even He Huan, a bystander, felt ashamed. One can imagine Jiang Ziwei's inner distress after being beaten.
Suddenly, he received a heavy blow in the corner of his eye. He didn't know whether it was because the fist injured the tear duct, or because of the grievance in his heart, but two lines of tears flowed from Jiang Ziwei's pupils.
I cried, a strong swordsman of a generation, a genius that could only be seen in the Yin Shang Kingdom for a century, was actually beaten to tears.
Looking at Ye Feng, who had a ferocious expression on his face and his fists flying up and down, everyone felt a biting chill.
Only Ye Feng could accomplish the feat of beating the swordsman into a pig's head with his fists, and only Ye Feng, a man who was determined to retaliate, would deal with a swordsman in such a self-esteem-breaking way when both sides were exhausted.
After a stick of incense, Ye Feng finally got tired of beating.
He spat fiercely on Jiang Ziwei's face, then grabbed the Qilin fang on Jiang Ziwei's side, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards He Huan.
On the way, He Huan reached out to help him, but he waved his hand to stop him.
He took out an essence pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he managed to stop shaking his body and returned to the carriage.
The carriage wheels made a creaking sound as it walked slowly into the distance.
The carriage had just walked a short distance away when Ye Feng let out a muffled groan and vigorously shook his bruised fist.
"Hiss..." Ye Feng gasped in pain. Looking at his bruised knuckles, he suddenly regretted not hitting Jiang Ziwei's head with a rock just now.
A long time after the carriage left, Jiang Ziwei still couldn't get up from the ground.
Seeing people in the distance constantly pointing fingers and talking about him, he once again shed tears of grievance.
He was a strong swordsman, and he was actually being ridden on his body and beaten up. Jiang Ziwei knew very well that if this matter spread, his life would be over.
No matter how powerful he becomes in the future, the shame of today will be carried on his body forever.
"Ye Feng, I..." Jiang Ziwei wanted to say a few harsh words, but in the end, not a word came out.
He has been beaten up by someone, so what qualifications do he have to say harsh words? Unless...unless one day, he can also use his strong strength to restrain Ye Feng, and then also ride on Ye Feng, hitting him with his fists and tearing him apart with his teeth.
Bite, you will be ashamed of today.
Behind the carriage, all the people following him spontaneously gave up the action.
It wasn't that they suddenly changed their ways and gave up their belongings, but that they suddenly realized that offending Ye Feng was definitely an extremely unwise thing to do.
A person who doesn't even care about his face, what else is he afraid of?
Anyone with a little bit of brains knows that offending such an invincible person is definitely not worth the gain.
One day later, the carriage finally left the Zangke Mountains.
Since the direction of the carriage went straight to Putian County, Ye Feng and the two were unable to return to the Tanzanian camp again.
After walking on the official road all morning, a towering city wall appeared in front of the carriage.
Looking at the flow of people coming and going below the city wall like busy worker ants, Ye Feng and He Huan felt warm in their hearts at the same time.
After staying in the forest for a long time, they all felt that they were about to turn into monsters.
Now that they suddenly saw so many ordinary people, the two people's mood immediately became very good.
At the city gate, two soldiers guarding the city were holding long swords and scanning the residents entering and leaving the city.
Hearing the sound of carriages in the distance, the soldiers guarding the city raised their heads at the same time.
Seeing the carriage behind Ye Feng and He Huan filled with monster pelts and crystal cores, the two city defenders were stunned.
"God, what did I see?" A soldier guarding the city rubbed his eyes vigorously, making sure that what he saw was real, and couldn't help but shudder again.
"What kind of monsters are these two people, and how did they collect so many monster furs and crystal cores?" The two defenders looked at Ye Feng and the two men with awe.
A strange scene appeared on the street. All the residents and people who saw Ye Feng and the others stood there blankly, staring at the goods in the carriage in a daze.
In the distance, two sword cultivators in robes walked quickly.
When they were about to arrive in front of Ye Feng, the faces of the two sword cultivators changed color at the same time.
"That person, that person is... a murderous maniac." One of the sword cultivators muttered in a low voice, pulled his companion and turned around to leave.
They hadn't gone far when another of his companions whispered: "Yeah, why are we so unlucky to see the murderous maniac and the faceless ghost!"
On the carriage shaft, the muscles on Ye Feng's face twitched, and his expression became extremely ugly.
He knew the title of Murderous Maniac, but this was the first time he heard of the title Shameless Ghost.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Ye Feng's mind. Thinking that the faceless ghosts mentioned by the two sword cultivators in front were actually referring to himself, Ye Feng's body trembled with rage.
What does it mean to be a shameless ghost? Who has no face? If he just beat Jiang Ziyidu, there is nothing worth making a fuss about.
Ye Feng did not kill Jiang Ziwei because he knew that although Jiang Ziwei was addicted to martial arts, he had never killed any innocent people. Ye Feng was not disgusted with Jiang Ziwei's sparring. It was just that he was beaten and vomited blood.
The taste was unpleasant, so he impulsively beat Jiang Ziyi.
Ye Feng didn't expect that after he beat Jiang Zi Youdu, he would be called "shameless ghost" in exchange for such an obscene name.
In the center of the street ahead is a shop with a magnificently decorated facade.
Seeing the Wanbaozhai plaque hanging at the door of the store, Ye Feng couldn't help but become curious about the real owner of the store.
Wanbaozhai was the largest rare items auction house in the Yin and Shang Kingdom, with branches in almost every county and city in the Yin and Shang Kingdom.
Ye Feng was very curious as to how powerful the power behind Wanbaozhai was, so that he could do business in every corner of the Yin Shang Kingdom.
Arriving at the Wanbaozhai Gate, Ye Feng motioned to He Huan to look after the car and walked straight into the shop.
As soon as he entered the store, the clerks in the store and the customers who were looking at the rare items on the counter were all stunned.
Everyone looked at Ye Feng with surprise, contempt, and contempt. Some people couldn't help but feel disgust on their faces when they saw that Ye Feng was only wearing a tattered coat that looked like a beggar's uniform.
A smart-looking waiter wearing a green felt hat quickly walked up to Ye Feng.
Seeing the five-handled sword stuck behind Ye Feng's back, the clerk's eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Sir, are you planning to sell the sword?" the clerk said respectfully.
Ye Feng was slightly startled, and then he understood what the guy meant.
Indeed, except for him, no sword cultivator carries five long swords at the same time. It was his appearance that made the waiters misunderstand his identity.
"I don't sell swords, what I sell is outside!" Ye Feng pointed to the door.
Following the direction of Ye Feng's finger, the clerk saw the carriage parked at the door.
Just like the common people when they saw the carriage, the boy's face froze.
"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper!" Suddenly, the waiter shouted loudly.
His scream aroused dissatisfaction from others. Everyone in the store raised their heads and looked outside the door, their expressions also turning to astonishment.
"This person and the person guarding the carriage are the shameless ghost and the murderous maniac who have been in the limelight recently?" Almost at the same time, well-informed people all guessed the identities of Ye Feng and the two.
After confirming the identities of Ye Feng and He Huan, the guests rushed out of the door and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.
According to legend, the murderous maniac is a ruthless guy who will kill anyone who doesn't meet him. It's obviously not safe to be with such a person.
As for the faceless ghost, it is rumored to be even more terrifying.
Some people say that the Faceless Ghost has a stronger combat power than the Murderous Maniac. Just like the Murderous Maniac likes to kill people, the Faceless Ghost also has a special hobby. After defeating the enemy, he likes to ride on the enemy and beat the enemy's cheeks.
All sword cultivators cherish their reputation and face very much. Thinking of the methods of the Faceless Ghost that are more cruel than killing people, many sword cultivators have no reason not to run away.