"Let us all die, you deserve it...ah!" A young man who had just rushed up and punched him, but before he could even punch his fist, he screamed and flew backwards.

"Okay, you little white-faced, I'll have a few more troubles, I...ah!" The second young man yelled, but before he finished speaking, he was kicked over to the ground by Ye Zhiqiu's lower whip. The young man with his middle leg had a broken skin on his knee joint, indicating that his leg was broken.

"Good boy, he's ruthless!"

"If you don't crippled you today, you don't know how powerful our Han family is!"

"Brothers go together!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The remaining four or five young men rushed up and punched them from the front, back and left and right. The muffled sound of the fist to the flesh was like a drum shaking the mountain.

However, Ye Zhiqiu, who was in the center of the storm, had a curve of sneering on the corner of his mouth, allowing the fists of four or five strong young men to fall on him, but it seemed that there was no pain at all.

"Weak, you guys will feel embarrassed to kill you." Ye Zhiqiu took nearly fifty punches, and then suddenly made a move.

Bang bang bang bang!

There were continuous muffled sounds and all the young men of the Han family were bombarded away.

"Good boy, what a hard kung fu!"

"Our juniors of the Han family can't beat you. If you have the ability, you can try to knock down our older generation of the Han family."

"Young man, I slap you to death."

Several middle-aged men rushed out from the gate of the second entrance to the courtyard.

Ye Zhiqiu strides forward and shouts at the same time: "Come on, how many people in the Han family get out for me. I am a kind person and I promise to kill half of it for you and leave half for you to bring shame and fear for you for the rest of your life."

Bang, bang bang bang bang bang!

Ye Zhiqiu, who had disappeared for a year, became like a monster who was brought to life by a fierce god. He just easily knocked down a group of young Han family members, but this time he knocked down a group of middle-aged Han family members without any trouble.

This is not to say that the Han family's skills are not good. In fact, Ye Zhiqiu hit at least a dozen punches in the competition, but the Han master's fist hit Ye Zhiqiu, as if he was not beaten by himself, and he was not affected at all.

But Ye Zhiqiu's fist hit the Han family, but the Han family was like being hit by a running armored car, and all of them were spraying blood.

"It's outrageous!"

"Where did you come from the little white face? I'll kill you."

"This damn bastard, I'm going to scratch his face."

Just as Ye Zhiqiu rushed into the second yard, a group of big girls, young women and middle-aged women rushed out.

All the women in the Han family were good at martial arts, and they came out with weapons. Some were carrying long swords, some were carrying short swords, and two burly middle-aged women were carrying large sticks and short hammers.

"Haha, I like to hit women the most, it feels good!" Ye Zhiqiu sneered and rushed forward to face a group of women.

Bang bang, dong...

Ye Zhiqiu opened and closed a lot during the battle. He let the sword and sword fit in and he did not dodge at all. Instead, he counterattacked with heavy punches and legs, and the figures were thrown away one after another.

"Damn it, even women beat them."

At this moment, Han Yichen rushed out of the big moon gate where he entered the yard three times, and a pair of nunchaos roared at Ye Zhiqiu.

"Hey! This force is a bit interesting!" Ye Zhiqiuzhi slapped his hand.

Bang!

The whistling nunchao was shot backwards.

Han Yichen turned around, and swung it from bottom to top with the power of the nunst stick back and the centrifugal force of the turn, and slammed into Ye Zhiqiu's crotch with a scream.

"Damn!"

Faced with Han Yichen's ruthless move, Ye Zhiqiu's face showed a look of horror for the first time. He pressed his hands down and when did he arch his waist and flew backwards.

Bang!

The nunchao hit Ye Zhiqiu's hands, shaking his whole body, but he finally defended against this ruthless move and was not raped.

Swish!

But then Han Yichen rushed to chase after him again, and his hands shook, and the stick was like a whip, and it hit Ye Zhiqiu's chest with a bang.

Kick, thud!

After being hit, Ye Zhiqiu retreated again, and his feet stepped on the ground with heavy muffled sounds.

But just like before, Ye Zhiqiu was completely unaware of the pain and shouted: "My body is indestructible, are you worthy of hurting me?"

"Hehe, why are you so stupid? "

Han Yichen shook his nunchao and sneered: "I have seen through you. It's not that you have a high level of kung fu, but that you have a very strong power, fast speed, and strong ability to resist hits. Or, your strength was not developed by you by yourself, and you have a fatal weakness."

While speaking, Han Yichen glanced at Ye Zhiqiu's crotch.

"Damn it!" Ye Zhiqiu's facial features were twisted and deformed, and he stomped his feet and stretched out his hands to pounce on Han Yichen.

"I'm so angry that I'm so embarrassed that I won't beat you to death!" Han Yichen leaned down and swung his nunchao with his right hand, from bottom to top.

call!

The whistling wind hung on the tip of the stick and swung it towards Ye Zhiqiu's crotch again.

"Boy, I would have known you would have done this!" Ye Zhiqiu's face was ferocious and his hands suddenly grabbed him down.

Bang!

The powerful nunchaku was actually held by Ye Zhiqiu in both hands.

"Damn it, I'm shameless, come back!" Han Yichen suddenly pulled back.

"I won't give it to you." Ye Zhiqiu's legs bent slightly, but he just didn't let go.

The nunchao was pulled straight by the two of them all at once, and the iron chains in the middle made an overwhelming squeak.

And at this moment, a blood flower suddenly burst out from Yu Ye Zhiqiu's right wrist, and a small blue snake emerged from under his skin, flying out along the nunchakra like lightning.

ah!

When Han Yichen realized that it was too late, the little green snake bit his right index finger, then rushed back to Ye Zhiqiu's wrist and drilled into his skin.

The sudden attack of this little green snake was almost less than one-fifth of a second, which was so fast that it was incomprehensible.

"Haha, the Han boy, you will die in a nightmare snake pot after being hit by my nightmare snake pot."

Ye Zhiqiu raised his right hand, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on his wrist, and said with a grim smile like a devil: "Enjoy the last horror nightmare in your life, you can live for four and a half hours."

ah……

Han Yichen's fingers were obviously injured, but at this time he held his head with both hands and screamed and retreated, as if he had lost his soul.

"Now, I'm going to find your old man. If you kill Mr. Han, your Han family will be completely finished." Ye Zhiqiu was not looking at Han Yichen and continued to walk towards Jin.

After entering the yard three times, some Han family members appeared one after another, but facing the fierce Ye Zhiqiu, all the blockers were seriously injured and beaten away, and there was no way to block his footsteps.

Until Ye Zhiqiu walked to the innermost single room of the Han family, his steps stopped because a big gray-haired old man appeared in front of him. "I really didn't expect that there would be a person as young as you who could penetrate my Han family." The old man walked forward with his hands on his back and said, "But when you get here, you'll be over."

"Old Han, your Han family is so bad. I hope you don't disappoint me too much." Ye Zhiqiu also stepped forward.

That's right, it was Mr. Han who appeared. The only room behind him was the training room where Han Xingrui was in seclusion and practiced the Baji Golden Body. This old man has been guarding outside the door these days, for fear of an accident.

Just when the two were less than five meters apart, an invisible momentum suddenly burst out from Old Han, covering all the radius of dozens of meters.

"Hmm? What?" Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt a terrifying oppression in his body and mind.

"This is the innate realm. The innate powerhouse is the master in the realm. Boy, you can die." Old Han appeared beside Ye Zhiqiu like teleportation, and punched him in the abdomen.

Bang!

With a terrifying muffled sound, Ye Zhiqiu's figure flew into the sky.
Chapter completed!