Chapter 122 Crush

Author: Huang Huoqing

Chapter 122 Crush

Quan Huarong's experiences are not boastful.

Even though the armor of the deserted sand is terrifying, he still has not lost his fighting spirit.

But this time, the power of the grinding palm lasted longer than usual.

Seeing this, Hong Fan slightly lowered the hardness of the sand shield and formed a "soft on the outside and hard on the inside" combination with the armor.

This is the "buffering and energy absorption" architecture that was widely used in the automotive industry in the past.

Quan Huarong took a deep breath, blasted out his palm, and hit the tower shield.

He has nowhere else to fight...

The high-frequency vibrated true energy of the Futu exploded the deserted sand at the palm of the palm, and the shield surface even rippled like water waves.

This is a manifestation of the dissipation of strength.

In an instant, a ten-centimeter-thick sand shield was penetrated.

Quan Huarong looked happy and exerted force to penetrate his finger into his breastplate.

But only half a foot pressed into it, the fist was exhausted.

The sand cast armor slowly returns to its shape.

At this time, a creepy feeling suddenly rose in Quan Huarong's heart - around his right arm, the cold sand was squirming and locking.

It was like a ferocious beast moving his mouthparts, ready to chew.

He suddenly exerted force to pull his hand, but he didn't pull it out at once.

"Martial arts are not good, but the killing method is good."

Hong Fan commented.

"Okay, it's my turn now..."

"No!"

Quan Huarong interrupted quickly.

"My hands haven't been taken back yet, so I can't defend."

"Then you take it back."

Hong Fan smiled.

Quan Huarong had to exert force again, but unfortunately his posture was awkward and had no effect.

The rules that can't move at this moment have become his limit.

"What's wrong? Should I not take it back, or can't take it back?"

Hong Fan cares about it.

Hong Lie hugged his arms and couldn't help laughing, and Zheng Fuqi and Chi Yiyue even chuckled.

Quan Huarong exerted his strength again, his face turned red and his back was soaked with sweat.

"I can't take it back..."

He said in a very low voice.

"If you can't attack, you can't retreat; is this considered losing?"

Hong Fan asked with his head down.

"Don't move, attack and defense are all based on the round. It was my offensive round just now, so of course it doesn't count!"

Quan Huarong was anxious.

"Okay, if you don't count, it won't count."

Hong Fan didn't say nonsense, dispersed the shackles of the deserted sand and asked his opponent to pull out his arm.

Then, he spoke quietly.

"But once I attack, I'm afraid Brother Quan will have to find a servant to serve him and drink water in the next few days..."

The sand shield dissipated with the voice.

Hong Fan held his five fingers in his right hand and attracted a stream of sand all over the ground like a giant whale sucking water.

From the palm of his hand, a huge hammer appeared inch by inch, and its hammer head was round and its diameter was about fifty centimeters.

Even according to the density of ordinary sand, the hammer weighs at least 200 kilograms.

Using such a heavy weapon not only requires exhausting Hong Fan's physical strength, but also relying on the assist of the sand world's over-distance control.

How terrifying the power of this attack is, even the two girls present who are not very skilled in martial arts can be imagined.

Quan Huarong's face was already dark.

His forehead was covered with sweat and his lips were pale.

"Huarong, why not..."

Quan Yanghui, who was next to him, came to persuade him with a trembling voice.

"shut up!"

Quan Huarong cursed in a deep voice.

At this moment, it was the ancestors of Quan family in Yuquan City who supported him.

"Even if you come!"

He folded his arms and shouted loudly.

Before his words could be finished, they had been torn to pieces by the powerful storm.

Under the attack of the huge golden gourd, Quan Huarong was like a mantis who was a chariot.

His arms were shaken open and his bones were broken...

The Futu Jin had no time to deal with the overflowing kinetic energy, so he simply broke the power.

Quan Huarong flew out seven or eight meters, rolled to the ground, and folded his arms into a strange angle.

Blood gushed on the land.

Even so, this is the result of Hong Fan's release of water.

Listening to the sea Pavilion, no one dared to speak.

"You won't go and treat him the wound?"

Hong Fan dispersed his armor and shouted.

Quan Yanghui and Lu Xingchao were as if they were amnesty and quickly stepped forward to help their partners up.

When Quan Huarong fell to the ground, he felt more comfortable when he was defeated.

"I dare not forget it if I get advice from Mr. Hong today."

He gritted his teeth and barely stood up. He was in pain, but he pretended to be fine.

"We lost this game, and the three of us will leave Jinhai City tomorrow."

After the exposed wound on his arm was tied tightly by his clan brother to stop the bleeding, the man saluted Hong Fan again.

"People are talking and dare not talk about advice."

Hong Fan replied lightly.

"You are seriously injured, so you don't have to hurry up and take a few more days off."

"And I also have a saying that I want to pass on the three of you to the family."

He looked around the three of them and said slowly.

"The golden sea is deep and the waves are big, and all snake people will drown when they come."

"No matter what you all want, please think twice."

As soon as this said, I heard loud cheers and applause from all the halls on the Hai Pavilion.

Quan Huarong and the other two couldn't speak, and helped each other into the building, paying the bills from floor to floor.

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Half an hour later.

The luncheon has ended for a long time.

The news that Haige was still playing the same battle as many spectators spread to the entire Jinhai city.

Hong Fan did not go home, but followed Zheng Fuqi to the transportation hall.

This time, he did not need a maid to receive him, so he went to the back hall with Miss Zheng.

It is where Fang Zhiwu's blood splatters on the screen.

Of course the screen has been replaced.

"This is the Tianxin Pill of Ji Ding, three pieces in total, one hundred and fifty taels."

Seeing Hong Fan sitting down, Zheng Fuqiu didn't ask anyone to serve any tea and snacks, so he took a wooden box and put it on the table.

Today she only put on some light makeup, lit her upper lip, and wore a long aquamarine dress.

Its long black hair is as plain as a waterfall, tied up with a brocade belt, leaving fragrance everywhere.

Hong Fan opened the wooden box, took the elixirs one by one to check, and then took out three fifty taels of silver notes.

Based on his understanding of Miss Zheng, the latter not only won’t kill him in this business, but may even give him a cost price directly.

"Tianxin Pills are very effective. Each pill can be divided into three parts and taken with water."

Zheng Fuqi refused to touch the silver bill, and inadvertently instructed.

"Liano Rou asked the shopkeeper in the hall and said that although Tianxin Pills can greatly improve the efficiency of cultivation in the realm of perforation, they will damage the meridians and leave hidden injuries. It is best not to use three elixirs in a row."

Lianyuan, who was guarding outside the door, curled her lips.

"I know, thank you Miss Fuqi."

Hong Fan sincerely thanked.

This is the first time Zheng Fuqi has talked to him alone since he has known each other for a long time.

And Hong Fan is too outstanding.

His face looks like a zhi orchid and elegant tree, and his temperament is like a mountain and a mountain.

At such a close distance, when he looked at it, the girl suddenly felt as if she saw the moon, but her cheeks flushed and became a little messy.

"You spent money to buy it, I earned you money, thank me for what I do..."

Zheng Fuqi Ai Ai said a word, but he turned around and ran away without even saying goodbye.

Hong Fan shook his head and smiled, put away the wooden box, got up and walked towards the front hall.

At the door, Wei Ying, the leader of the escort of the Communications Hall, saw him coming out, and led his subordinates to bow and salute with great respect.

When the incident involving Fang Zhiwu occurred, Zheng Zhun was furious and wanted to open his orders.

Later, Hong Fan asked Hongwu to plead for love in private, so he allowed the man to stay.

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