Chapter 227: Blow into powder with a punch

The sick man and dozens of thieves in no man's land were panicked to the extreme.
How would they think that the person in the car not only has an intermediate martial artist, but also such a powerful warrior.
Yang Qi used fingers without any vitality to make the power of the triple magic wolf disappear without a trace.
They can no longer imagine what kind of warrior Yang Qi is.
Feng Li behind Yang Qi looked at Yang Qi's back in amazement.
She knew that if it weren't for Yang Qi, then her life had disappeared in this world.
Just when she wanted to speak to Yang Qi, Yang Qi spoke to the thief in the no-man’s land.
I saw, Yang Qi said to the thief in no man's land:
"I can give you a chance to choose how to die."
The tone is uneven.
Hearing Yang Qi's words, the sick man was frightened at first, then he gritted his teeth a few seconds later.
"Even if you are a powerful warrior, don't think we are soft persimmons!"
"Everyone, if you want to survive, just fight this person!"
Dozens of thieves in no man's land nodded, and fierce hues appeared on their faces full of flesh.
Looking at the facial expressions of these people, Yang Qi secretly shook his head, wondering why these people didn't understand?
"It seems that you won't choose anymore. Since this is the case, then I will take action."
Yang Qi originally wanted to leave a complete body for these people, but now it seems that they don't cherish such an opportunity.
The sound falls.
He raised his fist.
Above the fist, the horrible vitality began to gather quickly.
The sick man and dozens of thieves in no man's land looked at the vitality condensed in Yang Qi's fist.
Such a terrifying vitality is only seen in his life!
They have endless regrets in their hearts at this moment. Just looking at the terrifying vitality on Yang Qi's fist, they know that there is no possibility of survival.
Actually want to fight Yang Qi desperately!
Suddenly, Yang Qi fisted out.
The horrible vitality on the fist flew toward the thief in no man's land.
The sick man and dozens of thieves in no man's land, before they even reacted, they were bombarded by this terrifying vitality.
boom……
At this time, the huge sound of fist and gangster came into everyone's ears.
This is sonic boom!
Feng Li and the passengers looked at this scene, they were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.
With so many people, one punch is gone?
And they were all blasted into fans!
Right now, they finally understood why Yang Qi would give the no-man's land thief a chance to choose how to die.
A touch of boring appeared on Yang Qi's face, and he punched the flies to death. It was really boring.
"You...you...you are amazing."
After a long time, Feng Li finally said a complete sentence to Yang Qi.
"A lot of people say that."
Yang Qi's face was as calm as water.
"Master Warrior, thank you for saving us. If it weren't for you, we would be dead."
"Yes, Lord Martial artist, thank you so much."
The passengers all looked at Yang Qi with gratitude. They knew that if it were not for Yang Qi, the consequences would be disastrous.
"It's okay."
Yang Qi looked at the passengers, and waved his hand to tell them not to thank them.
Immediately, he slowly stepped onto the bus.
When the passengers saw that Yang Qi got on the bus, they recovered and went up.
Feng Li, who was still in the same place, remembered the words her dad said to her:
"A strong player has a strong midfielder, and there is a mountain high."