Peerless Martial Soul

He saw Han Yu'er, his eyes lit up, and he sneered: "Xiao Lang has a good-looking hooves! No matter his figure, follow the uncle in the future! Let me take care of the uncle, and make sure you walk sideways in the outer sect. No one dares to mess with it!"

Han Yuer's face was cold and frosty: "What if I disagree?"

"Then this account, we have to settle it." The sturdy man grinned.

"So much nonsense? Then fight!"

Han Yu'er is hot-tempered and doesn't talk nonsense at all. She stretches her body, and the whip in his hand is filled with innocent energy, shaking straight, and stabs the strong man like a sharp sword.

The sturdy man twisted his fists and said with a smile, "Good job!"

He stretched out his big hand like a fan, and grasped Han Yu'er's whip with extreme precision.

Han Yu'er was shocked. He was so fast that he could catch it?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the burly man's fist hit Han Yuer's face, and he immediately shot Han Yuer out.

Han Yu'er hit the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. Her face was pale, her body trembling, and she was obviously injured.

"Zhang Song's acquired five-fold strength is not for nothing."

"Yeah, that Xiao Ni'er looked at the fifth level of the day after tomorrow, but she obviously just entered the fifth level, so naturally she is not Zhang Song's opponent. It is normal to be defeated by one move."

There was a lot of discussion nearby.

The sturdy man looked crude, but he was actually very fast. His figure flashed and he had already come to Han Yuer, holding her neck with his hand, and said with a lewd smile: "The chick is hot enough, when I make you die, See if you can still be so spicy!"

Han Yuer's face was cold, and he spit on the big man's face with a sigh.

The big man's smile suddenly stagnated, and he said viciously: "You're looking for death!"

His hands gradually tightened, and Han Yuer's breathing became more and more difficult, and her pretty face flushed red.

The white robe thin man's face was full of spiteful pleasure, and he yelled: "Big brother, kill her!"

At this moment, the sturdy man suddenly heard a faint voice behind him: "Let go of her."

Zhang Song was surprised. He didn't expect that someone would dare to speak to himself in such a commanding tone.

He turned around and saw Chen Feng.

First, he was taken aback, and then he laughed, tears coming out of laughter.

"Hahahaha, what did I see? It turned out to be you trash? Oh, trash also wants to learn from other heroes to save the United States? It depends on whether you have this ability!"

Chen Feng said coldly: "I let you let her go!"

A murderous intent flashed in Zhang Song's eyes, let go of Han Yu'er, and walked towards Chen Feng. As he walked, he squeezed his fists and yelled: "You rubbish, you seem to be crazy, so you dare to talk to me like this! Are you looking for death? I will make you perfect!"

As he said, a sudden acceleration, a fist the size of a wine jar slammed into Chen Feng's face.

Han Yuer fell softly to the ground and turned his head, afraid to watch the next scene. The punch just now wounded myself. Chen Feng can't practice at all, and can't be smashed into meat sauce?

However, after she turned her head and waited for several seconds, she did not hear the expected sound of Chen Feng screaming to death.

The people around let out a neat and unbelievable exclamation.

Han Yuer quickly turned her head to look at her, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

She couldn't believe the scene she saw before her, but this scene did indeed happen.

Chen Feng opened one hand to withstand Zhang Song's fist, Zhang Song's face flushed, but Chen Feng's palm was like cast iron, not moving at all.

Zhang Song looked at Chen Feng in disbelief, and Chen Feng just stood there so leisurely, seemingly useless.

"How is it possible?" Zhang Song let out a crazy cry.

He stepped back a few steps, looked at Chen Feng with solemn eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "It turned out to be a master. It was my clumsy eyes and misunderstood your Excellency. Let's take a step back for today's matter. Let's forget it, how about?"

He had realized that he was probably not Chen Feng's opponent, so he found a step down.

Chen Feng said lightly: "You wound my senior sister, so forget it?"

"Then what do you want?" Zhang Song said fiercely.

"For what you don't want, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!" Chen Feng stared at him with indifferent eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

This completely neglected attitude made Zhang Song angrily.

He knew that it must be difficult to be good today, and he suddenly roared, and a khaki light flickered all over his body, forming a khaki mask on his body.

He lowered his head in a strange pose.

Clenching fists with both hands together, leaning forward, fists in front of the head, the whole person is like a bull ready to charge.

Double fists are horns.

Zhang Song roared, strode forward, and slammed into Chen Feng fiercely.

It's like an aggressive bull.

"This is Senior Brother Zhang's martial arts, first-grade yellow, very strong! Under a collision, with two thousand catties of strength, Chen Feng Kendeo is definitely not an opponent."

Someone whispered nearby.

"It's really a mantis arm as a car!"

Chen Feng sighed lightly, without paying any attention, he didn't even use the Immovable Mingwang Seal, only slightly extended his fist.

One punch, just one punch!