Zeng Yunfeng smiled strangely, what did he think?

Looking at the many disciples of the Beggars' Gang, he said with a smile: "We are lucky today. We meet someone who is rich and unkind and wants to eat a big family and go in with me." Zeng Yunfeng said and rushed to Green Willow Villa.

A few people in front of the gate of Green Willow Villa took out sticks and blocked them, saying, "You beggars don't look at where this place is, get out!"

There were only two bangs, and the two were immediately knocked to the ground by Ma Rong and another Xingyang rudder leader, and there was no sound immediately.

"Who dares to trek into Green Willow Villa is impatient to live!" As she said that, many soldiers came forward and used crossbows to target the people of Zeng Yunfeng Beggars' Sect.

Zeng Yunfeng and his group were staring at Zhao Min and others.

Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat after seeing Zeng Yunfeng's face.

"You don't have to hold weapons and look at the wax gun heads of Deputy Gang Ying, these wax gun heads are no match for others at all." Zhao Min clapped her hands, and many soldiers took away their weapons one after another.

A yellow-clothed lama beside Zhao Min, with red copper skin, stood up and said, "Amitabha, Deputy Gang Master Ying's visit is really a glorious place for Green Willow Villa, but this place is not a place where the Beggars' Sect can show off their evil spirits."

Zeng Yunfeng looked at the lama and smiled and said, "I have never seen any bald donkey dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. Even if he eats meat, it won't work!"

"Amitabha, the donor is too angry, so let me help Deputy Gang Ying resolve the anger!"

Zeng Yunfeng waved his hand and everyone around retreated three feet, leaving Zeng Yunfeng and the lama standing in the middle.

"I don't know how you bald donkey want to dissolve my anger. You know, when I get angry, sometimes even I'm afraid."

"Amitabha, of course, is using this Vajra method!" The lama suddenly stepped forward, and a heavy palm pressed directly towards Zeng Yunfeng.

"Vajra Prajna Palm!" Ma Rong next to him said in surprise.

Although Ma Rong's Kung Fu is not particularly strong, his horizons have indeed increased a lot with Zeng Yunfeng. "It's actually the Vajra Prajna Palm. Is this person a native of Shaolin?"

"It's not only Shaolin who has martial arts skills!" The lama sneered.

Zeng Yunfeng suddenly turned around, dodged a palm, and dodged to the side of the lama, and then hit the elbow slightly downward with his right elbow.

The lama immediately turned around and stopped the power that was about to fall down just now. Then he turned around and another palm was printed on Zeng Yunfeng's chest. He used his right hand to move forward, his left hand up, his palms were put together, and his palms hit the monk's chin. Everyone heard a click, as if a branch was trampled.

In Zhao Min's eyes, just in these few rounds, the lama had already flown into the air.

Zeng Yunfeng followed closely, then he hit the lama's back with a move, and everyone heard another shocking sound of branches bursting.

Zeng Yunfeng touched the monk's back with his right hand, and stroked his fingers, and everyone heard a rustling sound again, like a whip shaking, and finally a crisp explosion, all of which happened in the flash.

Zeng Yunfeng touched the lama's backbone and grabbed his right foot with his left hand, and slapped it on the ground with a rumbling sound. The lama was like a drag of soft mud, collapsed on the ground, and the bricks and stones landed in Green Willow Villa were raised, some of which were broken inch by inch.

At this time, Zeng Yunfeng did not stop at all. He grabbed his ankle with his right hand for his left hand, and then shook again.

Everyone felt like they were shaking a whip, and the lama seemed to have a force in his body, which was directly transmitted from his right foot to his celestial spirit cover.

Everyone clearly saw a wave-like wave shaking along Zeng Yunfeng's right hand from the monk's right ankle to other parts, like a wave surging in the body on the river, reaching the Tianlinggu.

Then, Zeng Yunfeng let go of his hand, and the lama was like a catkin floating in the lotus pond like a willow catkin, like a weight falling into the lotus pond, causing layers of ripples and waves.

Zeng Yunfeng clapped his hands and looked around, and A Er and A San who were touched by his eyes avoided them.

"Useless thing!" Zhao Min snorted coldly. She thought that the Lama of the Vajra Sect had some tricks, but she didn't expect that Ying Wugui would shake it away within a few rounds.

At this time, the soldiers in Green Willow Villa ran to the lotus pond, salvaged the man, and shook his head at Princess Zhao Min and said, "Master, he is no longer able to do it."

The lama dragged it up and spitted blood, and streams of blood were like spring water, and pieces of internal organs poured out from his mouth.

When everyone saw the scene at this moment, they were all frightened. Ying Wugui, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, was like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus, and the lama was ravaged in his hands like a kind rabbit.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person was as soft as a pile of rotten noodles. Not only was the bones shattered, but even the internal organs were shattered, and they were sprayed out along the digestive tract and esophagus. Blood was squirting out of his body and his mouth and nose, and a sour and rotten stench began to flow out of the air.

Zhao Min looked at Zeng Yunfeng with a smile on her face, "Deputy Gang Master Ying, his magical skills are superb. I didn't expect to win the No. 1 master of Green Willow Villa in the blink of an eye."

Zeng Yunfeng stopped her words, "Don't be too verbally whispered, I will go through your Green Willow Villa here, so I will treat me well. I will be satisfied with my food, and maybe I will leave you a living."

"You..." A Er pointed at Zeng Yunfeng.

"Shut up!" Zhao Min cursed while pinching the fan, but Zhao Min's right hand had white skin as jade, her fingers were like onions, and when she pinched the fan, she rattled her eyes, as if there was a flame jumping inside.

"Come, give them a banquet!"

Zeng Yunfeng curled his lips. The so-called Yuan Dynasty court was just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. For such people, they could not reason with them when dealing with them, because the truth was useless. They compared the harder fists to whoever had a harder fists, and whoever had a harder fists would listen to whoever was.

Their custom is very simple, just like a wolf pack, they are used to surrendering to the strong, and whoever can become the wolf king can decide.

If anyone cannot become the wolf king and is the weakest in the team, he can only eat other people's leftovers.

"You kill my master and take your life!" At this time, the two lamas next to him rushed towards Zeng Yunfeng as they said something Ma Rong couldn't understand.

Ada and A San wanted to go forward to stop them, but Zhao Min reached out to stop them. "Two wastes who don't know the situation will die if they die!"

Zeng Yunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not take action. Ma Rong stepped forward and punched a lama in the chest. Another disciple from the Blood Refining Hall also punched another lama in the chest.

Everyone could hear a sound of bone cracks. The two lamas covered their chests and stared at their eyes and immediately fell back and fell to the ground. They flew on the ground twice, and blood soaked out of their mouths and were no longer alive.

Zhao Min held a fan and patted her in her palm and said, "Okay, there are indeed no weak soldiers under the strong generals. It seems that everyone in the Beggars' Sect is a group of heroes. I love to make friends with heroes. Please come from Deputy Gang Leader Ying!" Zhao Min stretched out her hand.

As for the lama who was limp in the yard and his two disciples, no one cared about it.

But after Zeng Yunfeng left, many soldiers rushed to drag a few corpses away. Apart from the blood marks on the ground, it seemed that they had never existed in this world.
Chapter completed!