Chapter 283 A group of Chinese pigs who are not afraid of death

Zheng Qian's face was extremely gloomy when she heard the movement in the villa.

I never thought that Chen Yu was still a big pervert and liked to abuse.

"The people inside are not weak, why don't we withdraw?" Zhengli suddenly spoke.

Zheng Qian shook her head, "Look at what's going on first. That scum won't hit a woman, right?"

She subconsciously felt that Chen Yu was hitting someone, otherwise she would not have been torn...

The two of them looked inside.

But Zheng Qian didn't hold the door of the house and opened it all at once.

"who!"

Smithcon and others instantly discovered Zheng Qian and Zheng Li.

They rushed straight to the door.

Zheng Li's face changed and he went to meet him alone:

"Daughter, you go first!"

Zheng Li's strength is in the late stage of the Grandmaster, but he still can't stand it when facing the three members of the Smith family.

Smithcon and others took action without leaving any room for anything.

The fist winds of the three people kept tearing in the room and blasting towards Zheng Li and Zheng Qian.

Zheng Li resisted with all his strength, but he retreated step by step, and took a few steps back:

"Smithcon, have you improved again?"

The Smith family came to China for the Martial Arts Conference. Zheng Li has heard of it for a long time, but he never thought he would meet here.

Song Ling'er dragged her body and forced herself to climb in front of Ji Xia to check the situation.

"Chinese waste, you are looking for death!" Smithcon's eyes were full of hostility.

"Since I've met you here, I'll solve it in advance!"

Then he took action again and attacked Zheng Li.

One of the Smith family met Zheng Qian.

"Bang!"

Zheng Qian hit this man with one punch, her arm was relieved and her bones were about to crack.

The next moment, the man kicked Zheng Qian in the abdomen, kicking Zheng Qian out.

"Click!"

Three ribs were broken, and the body flew backwards.

Her face was distorted and she retreated repeatedly, and secretly scolded Chen Yu as a broom star in her heart.

If it weren't for Chen Yu, she wouldn't have encountered such a thing at all.

"Born them!" Smithcon ordered coldly.

Zheng Li's expression suddenly became cold, mobilizing all his true energy to resist tenaciously.

But in less than two minutes, he was beaten to the ground, kicked in his chest and flew out.

Zheng Li was covered in blood and fell to the ground and kept coughing.

Blood kept flowing down his mouth and nose, completely losing the ability to resist.

"Smithcon, this is China. If you dare to do anything randomly, aren't you afraid that the Wumeng will cause trouble for you?"

Smithcon's eyes were filled with coldness: "Martial Alliance? It's just garbage!"

"Who can stop what my Smith family wants to do?"

Zheng Qian stood in front of her father and gritted her teeth and persevered.

But Smithcon kicked him out without any mercy.

"Kill the man, stay the woman, wait for Chen Yu to come to the door!" Smithcon said coldly.

The blood on the corner of Song Ling'er's mouth wet her chest, but she opened her hands to block Ji Xia and Wang Lin:

"Kill me, don't touch them!"

But the next moment, Smithcon turned around and shouted coldly:

"who!"

I saw a white figure suddenly appear beside the swaying curtains blocking the moonlight.

This man was wearing a gauze scarf to cover his face, his white skirt swayed in the wind, his figure was graceful, and under the hazy moonlight, his shadow reflected in the room.

It is the West Wind King who came from afar.

"Ling'er?" Xifeng King looked inside the house and frowned.

Song Ling'er raised her head with blood on her face, and when she saw this figure, her whole body stiffened.

Why is this person’s figure and voice the same as Sister Feng Yao many years ago?

Song Ling'er's eyes were red:

"Sister Feng? Are you Sister Feng?"

Feng Yao nodded, but his expression became extremely cold.

She jumped into the house, full of murderous intent, and looked at Smithcon.

Smithcoming inexplicably felt a hint of fear.

He endured the discomfort in his heart and spoke coldly:

"Today is really lively, a group of Chinese pigs who are not afraid of death!"

But the next moment, the wind romance appeared in front of Smith and the other two.

She waved her palm to the three of them, making no sound in the air, and her movements seemed to have no lethality.

Smithcon sneered and punched him back.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Smithcon and the other two were all photographed on the floor.

A big hole was smashed on the ground.

"puff!"

Smithcon spit out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

His eyes widened and his eyes looked at Feng Yao were full of incredibleness.

"How dare you be a Chinese pig..."

"Bang!"

Feng Yao hit Smithcon's body, and the entire floor fell several centimeters again.

Smithcon began to seep blood in all seven holes.

Zheng Li and Zheng Qian were both frightened by Feng Yao's strength.

In just a moment, Smith, the Grand Master, was defeated.

Could it be that this woman is the perfect master?

And the voice of Fengyao suddenly cold:
Chapter completed!