Seeing that Yang Ling was just looking at him lightly, the Black Snake said angrily: "But given your bad attitude, I add one extra!"

"Take off your clothes and pants and run away, so that you can be happy, and you can still save your life."

"If you dare to say no, you will be interrupted by the bones in your body, making your life worse than death!"

Yang Ling sneered when he heard this, "Is that so? Then you try it and see who has a harder bone."

"The little brat is looking for death!"

The black snake was furious and shouted: "Come on it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing in his ears, and then a pain in his forehead, and his eyes were filled with Venus and almost unstable standing.

Looking down, a coin rolled down.

The next moment, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Yang Ling's fist hit his face hard!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the black snake ran and bleeding from his nose before it even screamed.

"Free kill!"

Yang Ling sneered, and his body was like wind to avoid the steel pipe smashed by the gangsters, and another coin took action!

"Ding, throw mastery skills to start!"

The system voice sounded, and a man fell to the ground, screaming and unable to stand up.

But now Yang Ling was surrounded.

This group of people is indeed very fierce and they are all at the critical moment. Faced with so many armed and cruel people, the Sanda champion may not be able to bear it.

But who is Yangling?

"Ding, Tai Chi is proficient in launching!"

I saw a momentum surged all over Yang Ling's body, and his palms sometimes pushed flat, sometimes turning into fists. A set of Tai Chi made it look like fire and pure.

With the agility of up to 19 points, the steel pipe machete was hard to hit him.

His strength at 14 o'clock was far greater than that of a normal adult man. He was hit by him, and his bones broke on the spot!

Lying on the ground, the black snake who had not completely fainted, was frightened by the scene in front of him, and he punched more than a dozen people per person, almost punching one!

And my little brother couldn't even touch the other person's hair.

Is this person Huang Feihong or Ip Man? Or is it a god-level soldier king?

Is this something that people can do?

He wanted to faint on the spot, but after touching Yang Ling's cold eyes, his hair stood up and he didn't even have the courage to faint!

In just ten minutes, no one in the field was able to stand except Yang Ling.

After a breath of breath, Yang Ling stepped on the black snake's face and said in a cold voice: "What? Aren't you going to break the bones all over my body?"

"What about now?"

After using some strength to this kick, the black snake screamed in pain: "Brother Yang, Mr. Yang! We don't know Mount Tai, and we bumped into your old man. Ahhh, you don't remember the villain, let me go!"

"Let you go?"

Yang Ling sneered: "Just now, they were steel pipes and machetes. Have you ever wanted to let me go?"

"Um!?"

He heaviered his voice and chopped it down, and one of the black snake's arm was trampled on the spot!

“Ahhhhh…!”

After a heart-wrenching scream, the black snake cried out in pain: "Give me your life, Mr. Yang, please spare me!"

"Money, I'll give you money! Please let me go!"

At this time, a little gangster got up, and he howled and rushed towards the distance!

"Walk?"

Yang Ling kicked a steel pipe with one kick, "Ding, throwing proficiently start!"

The steel pipe seemed to have eyes, and flew straight towards the little stick, hitting it hard on his leg.

The man threw himself on the ground with a thud, screaming and covering his legs. Judging from the curved curve, it should have been broken.
Chapter completed!