Princess Against the World

The other slaves were eager to stay away from such an occasion, lest they get into trouble and be splattered with blood.

At that moment, they all rushed out of the door, but they did not go far, but watched from a hundred steps away.

Yang Ruo threw off his coat, stood up with a roar, and punched out: "You are looking for death!"

In the room, several women huddled together, not daring to breathe.

Ling Luoyu closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly to the strong aura outside.

Yang Rui's aura is hard, focusing on killing.

And Liao Feng’s aura is a bit interesting——

The moment he punched you, Ling Luoyu's lips curved into a faint smile.

"Martial arts cultivator..."

Liao Feng's aura was similar to that of the old helmsman and He Laodao.

"No wonder, he dares to be so stubborn, it turns out he is a martial arts cultivator! But... why is he here?"

To be precise, does his purpose here and what he wants to get have something to do with martial arts? ?

"boom!"

Yang Ruan received a punch on the chest and was knocked away.

But before he could hit the ground, Liao Feng's fist followed up again and hit his chest mercilessly again.

However, this time, instead of beating Yang Rui away, he was condescending and punched him into the ground from top to bottom.

"boom!"

Yang Ruan fell to the ground in pieces, splashing dust all over the ground.

"ah……"

Before the scream could even escape his mouth, Liao Feng took action again.

"boom!"

The fist still hit the chest.

"Click!"

Rib fractures.

The heartbreaking pain made Yang Ru almost faint, and the screams in his mouth turned into sobs.

Liao Feng did not stop, but punched him one after another.

Yang Lu's whimpering turned into struggling, and finally turned into a zombie-like shape, with Liao Feng's fists shaking and his eyes dull.

The crowd of onlookers——

What's going on?

what happened?

Were they dazzled, or did they miss something?

Shouldn't Yang Ruo beat that slave?

Why is Yang Ruan being completely tortured now? ?

This sudden turn of events left everyone unable to react when Yang Ruan was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back.

Although Yang Ruo was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back, Liao Feng had no intention of stopping.

The howling wind of the fist still hit his chest.

"How about it? Even with the Yao Huan, I can beat you until you have teeth all over the floor..."

Liao Feng only used a little bit of martial arts force, almost nothing.

If it weren't for Ling Luoyu's level of cultivation, he wouldn't be able to notice it at all.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Liao Feng relied solely on the strength of his two hands to beat Yang Ru to the point where he screamed and cried.

"Liao Feng!" Ling Luoyu's voice suddenly rose.

Liao Feng's raised fist suddenly seemed to be restrained by some force and could not move.

He was shocked, but he also closed his fist.

"You're lucky, kid!"

Throwing Yang Rui to the ground, he wiped the blood on his fist and stared at the crowd of people around him.

The news that a slave beat up a guard of the Yan family with his bare hands will soon reach the top.

It won't be long before someone comes to check.

This is his deal with Ling Luoyu——

She planned it, and he took action to deal with Yang Rui together.

Lianbu moved lightly, and Ling Luoyu squatted down beside Yang Rui, lightly poking his shoulder with her fingertips.

"Hey, are you dead?"

At that moment, the chaotic soul came out, rushed into Yang Ru's body, and hit his heart.

A powerful blow, like an electric current, instantly activated his heart.