C290 City hoodlum strategy (1/2)

In Tyrant Profound Pavilion, the disciples of Shadow Gate all had repulsive looks on their faces as they laughed sinisterly.

Ye Qingfeng and the rest of the Spellcaster s in the back row immediately cast an incantation, causing the ground to shake.

Ye Qingfeng and the rest immediately scattered.

”Kids!” Your grandfather is here! ” Li Chunyang roared, and like a madman, he directly charged into the crowd.

Duanmu Qingxue, Mu Tiange and Yun Qingcheng's movements were nimble and agile as they avoided the curse, fearlessly charging into the crowd.

Ye Qingfeng was even faster, holding onto the black iron rod in his hand. With a bang, a person screamed, his thigh was instantly snapped, and his face twitched as he fell to the ground in pain.

This was not the end! This unlucky child, was bullied by Duanmu Qingxue, Mu Tiange and the others. He directly fainted, and was almost crushed to death by his teammates!

Fortunately, the Unfettered Realm expert in the sky reached out his hands and saved the man like he was grabbing small stones in a small basin.

With the black iron rod in hand, Ye Qingfeng's body became like a phantom as he swept across with an overwhelming advantage. Everywhere he swept, a disciple of the Tyrant Profound Pavilion would scream miserably, and all of them had bones in their arms and legs!

”Damned King Carefree! Even if I die, I will make you my scapegoat! ” The eyes of a Third Sky of the Profound Soul disciple whose legs had been broken was about to split open. Vicious light flashed through his eyes, and he actually gave a firm decision. A Mysterious Sword appeared in his hands, and he directly committed suicide.

Immediately, a a disciple of the Tyrant Profound Pavilion with a broken leg raised his head and looked at the Unfettered Realm envoy in the sky and roared: ”Lord envoy! Ye Qingfeng killed someone! Judge him! ”

Immediately, countless members of the audience cursed at him!

Fu Tianhong who was in the air glanced at him, and spoke with an imposing and cold tone: ”Serves you right if you die.”

Immediately, a bucket of cold water was poured over that foolish a disciple of the Tyrant Profound Pavilion's head.

Countless people laughed at him.