Chapter 1770: Break his hand

"Smelly boy! Don't be too mad! You will feel better soon!" Ye Wuyou roared with a flushed face.
"Really? You are the one who is uncomfortable?" Feng Wuchen sneered contemptuously, and then he punched him up again.
"boom!"
"puff!"
With every punch of Feng Wuchen, Ye Wuyou vomited a mouthful of blood, his injuries became more serious, his complexion was extremely pale, and he was half life left.
Seeing that Ye Wuyou was worried about his life, several severely injured guards immediately got up, scrambled and ran back to report.
"Quickly let go of Young Master! Do you dare to kill Young Master, I promise you can't leave Shenwei City alive!" a badly injured guard shouted angrily.
"Don't worry, I'll wait for you to call someone over." Feng Wuchen said coldly, already determined to give Ye Wuyou a lesson.
As Ye Family sits down as a power of Wushuang Temple, Feng Wuchen didn't want to care about it, but Ye Wuyou came to find trouble again and again, and Feng Wuchen couldn't bear it.
"Huh! Arrogant! With your strength, you still want to be an enemy of Wushuang Temple? Overwhelming!" The seriously injured Ye Wuyou roared in vain, his snake-like eyes staring at Feng Wuchen.
"boom!"
Feng Wuchen waved his hand and threw Ye Wuyou out like trash, hitting the wall on the side of the street and blasting a hole in the wall.
Ye Wuyou was half dead and was buried directly below.
"Young Master!" Several seriously injured guards rushed over with the severe injuries.
"That kid is not going to die? How dare you severely wound Young Master Ye."
"It's right for young people to be arrogant, but they need arrogant capital. There is a Wushuang temple behind the Ye Family, and there is also a powerful king-level alchemist."
"I haven't seen him in Shenwei City, wouldn't this kid still not know the identity of Young Master Ye?"
The cultivators in the distance of the street were all talking in low voices, and many people showed smirking expressions.
In less than five minutes, noise came from the other side of the street.
"Patriarch Ye is here!" I don't know who yelled loudly, and everyone's eyes swept over.
The crowd evaded one after another, and a middle-aged man, three elders, and a dozen or so kings rushed in.
Feng Wuchen shifted his eyes slightly, and simply glanced at Patriarch Ye and the others.
"Who is so rampant, dare to go wild in Shenwei City!" Patriarch Ye shouted sullenly, his fierce eyes swept directly at the wind and dust on the street.
"Patriarch, that kid, he hurt us, and the young master was seriously injured." An injured guard pointed to Feng Wuchen.
"Father, quickly...Kill him! Kill him!" With the help of the guard, the seriously injured Ye Wuyou roared.
"It's him! It's broken! The young master dared to provoke him! Didn't I say he can't afford to provoke him? The young master didn't even listen!" Li Fei trembled fiercely when he saw Feng Wuchen. So scared that the soul flies, his face is full of fear.
Patriarch Ye glared at Feng Wuchen, and when he wanted to say something, he was stopped by Li Fei.
"Patriarch, he is Shao Chen, the alchemist in the Wushuang Temple!" Li Fei whispered in the ear of Patriarch Ye in horror.
"What? He... he is Shao Chen?" The moment he heard the words, Patriarch Ye's face changed drastically, and his gloomy and angry face turned into panic.
Patriarch Ye and the three elders were all trembling with fright.
At this moment, Patriarch Ye really wanted to slap Ye Wuyou to death.
"The subordinates have reminded the young master, but the young master doesn't listen. This is troublesome." Li Fei whispered in horror.
"Shoo hoo!"
At this moment, there was a strong sonic boom in the sky above Shenwei City, and a terrifying aura swept across, which was breathtaking.
"The people from Wushuang Temple are here! The gods are strong!"
"It's the great guardian of Tianzu! There are three other elders and city lord!"
"There are so many powerful people in the Temple of Wushuang, that kid is dead!"
On the street, many repairs seemed very excited.
"Patriarch, the guardians are here!" Li Fei swallowed in horror, frightened to tears.
"Smelly boy! Have you seen it? Wushuang Temple guardian and elders are here! I see how you died!" Ye Wuyou sneered triumphantly. At this moment, it seemed that he had been resurrected with blood.
Ye Wuyou didn't notice the panic and stiff expressions of Patriarch Ye and the three elders.
After a while, Tianzu and Tang Aofeng and other unparalleled temple powerhouses descended onto the street, and the street instantly became quiet.
"It's over..." Seeing the gloomy expressions of Tianzu and the others, Patriarch Ye suddenly felt despair.
"Great Protector! Great Elder! This kid..." Ye Wuyou shouted immediately.
"Snapped!"
It's a pity that Xiaoying slapped Ye Wuyou away before he finished speaking.
The sudden slap scared the street repairmen into a big jump, and they all looked dumbfounded.
"Xiaoying! You bastard! Why are you always aiming at me?" Ye Wuyou ran away instantly and scolded at Xiaoying.
Recalling the last time Xiao Ying humiliated him in front of many people, Ye Wuyou's anger broke out directly.
"Bastard! Shut up for me!" Ye Patriarch yelled at Ye Wuyou angrily.
"Father, what did I do wrong? Xiaoying, the targeted me everywhere, and I was severely injured. Not only did he not help me, he also beat me now." Ye Wuyou said furiously.
"Humph!" Tianzu snorted fiercely, and his gaze swept towards Ye Wuyou.
Seeing Tian Zusen's cold gaze, Ye Wuyou snorted in his heart, scared to death, almost suffocated.
At this moment, Ye Wuyou finally realized something, his dazed gaze couldn't help but look towards Feng Wuchen.
The cultivators on the street do not understand at this moment, then they are all fools.
Patriarch Ye and others dare not speak, except for panic.
"I don't understand why you always want to deal with me. For the sake of the Ye family, I have forgotten you twice. I thought you would retreat in the face of difficulties. It seems that I think too much." Feng Wuchen looked towards Ye Wuyou said.
"Little Chen, are you going to kill him?" Xiao Ying asked respectfully.
"Dust...less dust..." Ye Wuyou knelt down in despair when he heard Xiaoying's name.
Ye Wuyou only realized that he had offended someone, and he secretly regretted not listening to Li Fei's reminder, regretting that he had provoke the wind and dust for the third time.
"He... is he less dusty?"
"He is actually Shao Chen, a king-level alchemist of the Wushuang Temple!"
"Young Master Ye is over this time, the person he offended is actually Shao Chen!"
Xiaoying's name for Feng Wuchen also shocked the street repairmen, and her eyes were enlarged to the extreme.
"Break his hand! Give him a long memory." Feng Wuchen said coldly. After all, Ye Family is the Wushuang Temple sitting down, and Feng Wuchen didn't want them to embarrass Tianzu.
"No! Shao Chen! I was wrong! I don't know you are Shao Chen!" Ye Wuyou kowtow in panic and beg for mercy.
Xiao Ying directly offered a sword and cut off Ye Wuyou's arm without hesitation.
"Ah..." The severe pain spread all over his body instantly, blood spurted wildly, and Ye Wuyou suddenly screamed.