Ye Feng was watching Huan Ji's performance when suddenly, a wine bottle was thrown at his feet and broke into pieces, and the wine splashed on the corner of his trousers.
Two big demon men at the next table were drinking happily. They were so stimulated by Huan Ji's performance that they got carried away and smashed two wine bottles in a row.
The place where the wine bottle was broken was right under Ye Feng's feet.
Their behavior of smashing wine bottles caused dissatisfaction among the audience, and a trace of anger flashed in Huan Ji's eyes.
The manager who was in charge of the theater took a look over here and recognized two demons. They were the two sons of the Wang family, a big family in the ancient city of Nan.
Regardless of race or city, there are many such playboys.
The manager shrank his neck and pretended not to see anything. Let them smash the bottles as long as they didn't make any big noise.
The two demons obviously did it on purpose. They glanced at Ye Feng with a provocative sneer, as if to say, "So what if I fall down? Boy, what can you do to me?"
Ye Feng had finished his bottle of wine, and Huan Ji's performance was coming to an end. Ye Feng had been enduring these two boys for a long time and could not endure it any longer.
Ye Feng picked up his bottle of wine with a smile, muttering to himself: "Ten gold coins, this crappy wine is so damn hard to drink. It was supposed to be a good performance, but these two bastards ruined it."
Ye Feng swung the wine bottle and smashed it at the head of a demon man.
The two big demon men are descendants of the Mowu family. They all have the cultivation level of fifth-level demon energy and extraordinary magic and martial arts skills. They once fought against more than a hundred demon warriors alone.
After defeating all the demon warriors, not a single hair of theirs will be lost.
They watched Ye Feng swinging the wine bottle towards them, but they were surprised to find that they could not dodge it at all.
The demon man who was hit by the wine bottle immediately mobilized all the magic power in his body to form a powerful defense. Not to mention the wine bottle, even if a thousand-pound rock was thrown at him, it would not hurt them at all.
He only felt a powerful force surging over him like an overwhelming force, and his body flew up involuntarily.
Boom! The wine bottle immediately broke into pieces, glass fragments flew everywhere, and the demon man who was hit flew up and fell heavily on the aisle.
The demon man's head was broken and bleeding, his eyes were blank, and he lay on the ground with his back facing the sky. He rolled his eyes and fainted.
His companion was so frightened that he shouted, "Wang Tong, what's wrong with you? Your head is bleeding."
He looked at Ye Feng in astonishment. How could an ordinary wine bottle smash the head of a master of magic and martial arts so hard that he was bleeding
Ye Feng glared at the demon man standing in front of him, and sneered, "Boy, I told you to keep your voice down, but you didn't listen, and you even threw a bottle at me. If I don't beat you down, I'm not a human being."
Seeing Wang Tong being knocked down, the demon man thought that Wang Tong had neglected his martial arts training recently, which was why he was knocked down by a wine bottle. He had no idea that although it was an empty wine bottle, it had been injected with the blood and power of the ancient gods by Ye Feng.
It was not the wine bottle that knocked Wang Tong down, but the power of the ancient divine bloodline that knocked him down.
An evil look flashed in the demon man's eyes. He turned his wrist and held a dark red dagger in his hand, emitting a faint cold light.
He looked fierce and said, "Boy, no one dares to mess with our Wang family in Nangu City. You actually dared to hurt my brother. You are dead today."
Huan Ji knew these two big demon men. The one holding the dagger was called Wang Gang, and the one who was knocked down was called Wang Tong. They were both the most arrogant young masters of the Wang family. They bullied others in Nan Ancient City and no one dared to offend them.
She was surprised to see Wang Tong knocked down by a wine bottle. At the beginning of the performance, she used the Li Yanhu illusion to stop the Wang brothers from bullying Ye Feng. She didn't expect Ye Feng to be so strong.
Anyone who can defeat a master of magic and martial arts with an ordinary wine bottle is definitely not an ordinary person.
So she was on the stage, watching with great interest. She did not take action this time because she knew that Ye Feng was a man of hidden talents and did not need her protection.
The demon man stabbed Ye Feng with his dagger suddenly, causing some timid onlookers to exclaim.
The on-site manager was also scared pale. He wanted to intervene but didn't dare to. He couldn't afford to offend the Wang family, but he didn't want the Wang brothers to kill people in his own place, so he looked more nervous than others and was confused inside.
A punch surged and hit the dagger.
The first of the Thai King's four strikes is Surge.
Ye Feng only used the seventh surge, the divine power in the blood of the ancient gods, one wave higher than the other, one wave stronger than the other, seven huge waves, surging and endless.
When Wang Gang saw Ye Feng punching him, he couldn't help but sneer. He actually used his fist to counter my dagger. If this guy doesn't die, who will die
This dagger is a powerful magic weapon. Even a Golden Immortal who is stabbed by the dagger cannot stop the erosion of the rampant demonic energy inside.
I will cut off your hand first, then pierce your magic core, and let you run rampant in front of me.
Wang Gang's magic energy poured into the dagger, and the magic dagger emitted a crimson light and pierced straight into Ye Feng's fist.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce the fist, Wang Gang felt a huge force surging over him like an overwhelming wave.
And there is another wave after another, layer upon layer, surging and surging.
Before the dagger even pierced Ye Feng's fingers, Wang Gang was knocked back into the air by the tremendous force. There was a clear sound of fracture in his arm, and the entire half of his arm was turned over from the elbow joint.
The bloody broken bones pierced through the flesh and protruded from the elbow. Blood spilled all over the ground and his dagger fell to the ground.
Wang Tong was just knocked unconscious, but Wang Gang was injured much more seriously than Wang Tong.
Wang Gang let out a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the ground, his face pale as gold paper and huge beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
Ye Feng picked up a biscuit, chewed it, and sneered, "You dared to use a knife on me? Cutting off your arm is already the lightest punishment."
Huan Ji cast an interested look at Ye Feng. She was wondering why the method of this demon looked familiar, a bit like the devil that everyone in the demon tribe was afraid of.
Unfortunately, this is a demon, and the demon of evil is a human.
The audience was talking about it. They were happy that Ye Feng punished the Wang brothers, but they were also worried about Ye Feng's fate.
The on-site manager rushed over at this time and said, "Brother Wang Gang, you are seriously injured. We will carry you to get treatment."
Wang Gang glared at Ye Feng with hatred. If looks could kill, Ye Feng would have died countless times already.
"Boy, our Wang family..."
Before he could finish his words, Ye Feng kicked Wang Gang in the cheek.
Ye Feng sneered: "Your cultivation is not that good, but you still dare to be stubborn. I will make sure you can't say anything in the future."