She was the well-known eldest daughter of the Zhang family in Jiangcheng, and was a goddess in the eyes of many men. She was slapped by Ye Yang in full view of everyone, where was her face?

However, Zhang Ruoyu still gave way obediently.

Ye Yang raised his head at this time and looked at Young Master Long: "I heard that you once destroyed the martial arts world in Jiangcheng. What kind of master are you? These are nothing, but you shouldn't force a woman who hates you to go.

What is the so-called dance?"

"It seems that you are unhappy with me. There are many people in this world who are unhappy with me, and who do you think you are?" Long Shaohuang asked.

"Young Master Long is right. A piece of trash like you is worthy of talking to Young Master Long?"

"That's right. In my opinion, you just need to be taught a lesson." Many people who were in favor of Young Emperor Long spoke for Young Emperor Long.

"Let's see how Master Long deals with you later."

Listening to these words in his ears, Ye Yang leaned down on the sofa.

His calm demeanor really made the people around him very angry.

Zhang Ruoyu was also anxious. Does this bastard still have the intention to sit there?

...

"Young Master Long, take action!" At this moment, someone was impatient with waiting and said to Young Master Long.

Long Shaohuang couldn't help but sneer and nodded: "Okay, today, I will let you see how hard the fists that broke the Jiangcheng martial arts world are."

"Boy, get ready!"

"Drink!" After saying that, Long Shaohuang roared angrily, and his iron-hard fist rushed towards Ye Yang at an unstoppable speed.

Whistling, a sound broke through the air, and a layer of aura was faintly enveloped on Long Shaohuang's fist, causing the air to flow violently.

This punch was indeed quite powerful.

"This boy is finished."

"He is dead." Seeing Long Shaohuang take action, everyone laughed heartily.

Zhang Ruoyu had already closed his eyes at this time, unable to bear to watch Ye Yang being beaten.

Zhang Ruoyu knew that Ye Yang was good at medicine, but that didn't mean he was good at fighting.

As everyone expected, Long Shaohuang's fist was already approaching.

Under the sound of a series of laughter, with everyone watching, Long Shaohuang's fist fell instantly on Ye Yang's face.

When the punch landed, everyone present laughed even more.

However, after everyone laughed for a few seconds, they realized something was wrong.

Because Ye Yang, who had been punched, was still sitting on the sofa, motionless.

Everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes and looked over carefully.

No one saw it wrong, Ye Yang didn't move at all, as if Long Shaohuang's fist didn't hit him at all.

But in fact, everyone clearly saw that Long Shaohuang's fist landed on Ye Yang's face.

How is this going?

Everyone present was stunned for a while, and they kept rubbing their eyes to figure out what was going on.

Zhang Ruoyu also opened his eyes at this time, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

On the spot, everyone was stunned.

suddenly......

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!!

Drops of bright red blood fell to the ground from between Long Shaohuang's fist and Ye Yang's face.

The blood dripped very quickly.

Everyone looked carefully and saw that the blood did not flow from Ye Yang's face, but from Long Shaohuang's fist.


Chapter completed!