"Today, I, Peng Sanping, want to take away the man and the jade together! Let's see who dares to stop him!"
Peng Sanping's fat face revealed a ferocious look, and his hidden murderous intent had been exposed.
"Boss Feng, we have something to discuss!" Hu San rushed forward, "Let's get acquainted again. This is Elder Peng Sanping of our Temple of Gods and Demons. If you have something to talk about, try not to use force!" Hu San said.
"I don't care about you Peng's nonsense. If you want to take people away from here, you must first ask me, old Feng, if you agree to the slap." Feng Buer laughed angrily. This group of arrogant pretenders really thought this place was
It's my own private land.
"I don't care whether you agree or not!"
"Search for me. I must find that boy, including his body and jade." Peng Sanping said fiercely, while staring at Feng Buer.
After giving the order, all the members of the God and Demon Sect took action and rushed outside the tent, preparing to look for and arrest people everywhere.
When I looked up, I saw Feng Buer standing at the entrance of the tent like a mountain.
"Since you are here, don't leave!" Feng Buer said calmly.
"Lao Wang, get out!"
Butler Wang slipped out of the door.
"It's interesting!" Palace Master Peng also laughed angrily. Comparing the two of us, you are better at showing off than I am. I am convinced by Peng Sanping!
"Get out of my way!"
A bald man next to him rushed over. He punched out, mixed with a gust of violent wind, and went straight to Feng Buer's face.
The bald man is a boy in the early stages of foundation building. He dares to make a mistake in front of you, Mr. Feng.
"Bang!" A crisp sound of bones breaking came from the bald head. The bald head was blown away and hit the side of the tent.
The bald man's arm was broken and his head was flattened. He curled up and fainted.
"You're so irresistible!" Feng Buer smiled. My grandma is very weak, and I don't know why. Since getting married, Feng Buer has concentrated on the ranch business, and more and more people have come to challenge him, one after another.
Waves, and many people still skip the challenge. This is a typical case of using bean bags instead of dry food!
If you dare to provoke you, Mr. Feng Er, you will be slapped by Mr. Feng. Feng Buer put down his hand and looked at Peng Sanping.
Peng Sanping's face changed slightly. For a moment, Elder Peng felt that Feng Buer was unfathomable. Although he could not see through Feng Buer's cultivation, standing in front of Feng Buer, he felt as if he was facing an abyss.
.This is a tough one!
Feng Buer blocked the gate of the yurt like a door god.
"Come together!" Someone roared, and everyone roared, drew their weapons, and rushed forward together, rushing toward Feng Buer with swords, fists, and kicks.
After traveling around the world for so many years, the Temple of Gods and Demons has never been so despised.
Feng Buer's big slap was so hard and fierce that the wind blew past him, completely ignoring the existence of the sword's light and edge.
"Bang——"
"Snapped--"
"Ah——" A series of screams came.
Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, and Peng Sanping took action. As soon as he made a move at the peak level of pill formation, it was a sure-kill move.
I saw Peng Sanping waving an iron ruler in his hand, drawing a sharp arc and striking at Feng Buer.
"Well done!" Feng Buer thought to himself, finally someone who could hit him came. Feng's big slap added 10% of his strength and hit the iron ruler.
"Boom——" came a sound.
The yurt seemed to have collapsed in half. Peng Sanping was shocked and took a few steps back. The iron ruler had become bent. The blood was boiling in his body, and he suppressed it with one breath, and at the same time, his body was lifted up.
Overwhelm mountains and rivers!
Peng Sanping's momentum suddenly increased, and the muscles all over his body were taut, and his martial arts skills should not be underestimated. Although the attack was unfavorable, he could not give his opponent a chance to breathe.
It's a pity that this time I met Feng Buer.
With one force, Feng Buer turned to one side and grabbed Peng Sanping's outstretched hand.
"Let's go!"
Feng Buer grabbed Peng Sanping's wrist and threw him out, pulled him back, threw him again, and threw him again——
"Bah-bah-"
The ground was slightly dented by the smash. Peng Sanping's whole short and fat body looked like a meat gourd. The meat gourd gradually deformed. Soon, the meat gourd turned into a blood gourd.
Bang, after Chen Luo shook him for the last time, he let go and threw Han Sanping out.
What kind of play is this? Han Sanping was also very depressed.
He felt like he was being thrown away before he even made a move. All the flesh in his body was no longer his, and his bones seemed to have fallen apart. If his Dantian hadn't been hung up in one breath, he would have died long ago.
This is such a tough idea that you can't afford to mess with it.
Han Sanping said it too late, but soon, his head tilted and he fainted in the crowd.
Play dead, I'm a professional.
Outside the tent, a tall, masked old man, dressed in gray clothes, with eyes shining like snakes, was snooping around the yurts, as if he was looking for something.
The fierce fight in the big tent seemed to have nothing to do with him. It was just that the fight had not ended yet, which made the masked old man feel unhappy. There were so many people, and he couldn't even take down one?
"Who are you looking for?"
A little girl of three or four years old, with big bony eyes, stared at the strange old man in gray clothes in front of her.
"Little doll, what's your name?"
"My name is Feng Ling'er, who are you and why did you come to my house?"
"I'm here to see Feng Buer, we are friends!"
"Looking for my dad? My dad is over there - I will take you to find him!"
Little Ling'er was just like her aunt Feng Buer, simple, enthusiastic and hospitable. The old and the young held hands and walked to the tent in the meeting hall.
"Bang——" The last strong man in the realm of pill formation was thrown to the ground outside the tent by Feng Buer like he was playing with a child.
The flesh piled up into a small mountain.
Huh? The masked old man holding Xiao Ling'er frowned when he saw his subordinates who had lost their resistance. These are useless trash.
The masked old man reached out and picked up little Ling'er and walked towards Feng Buer.
"Feng Buer, stop."
Feng Buer was stunned and turned to look at the old man in gray.
"So the protagonist is here!" Feng Buer looked at the old man in gray clothes and mask. He was actually a strong man in the realm of gods.
At the same time, he also saw the little Ling'er being hugged. Feng Buer's heart became cold.
"Let go of the children! I will spare your life!"
"Boss Feng! Stay safe!" The old man in gray looked at Feng Buer and said, "Why don't we make a deal?"
"You're fine, how can Mr. Feng be fine as long as you are here!"
"..."
"You bitches, how dare you threaten me!"
"..."
"Stop talking nonsense, what a deal!"
"Then let me put it bluntly. The champion brother will lend us the Temple of Gods and Demons together with four pieces of black dragon ink jade for a few days, and I will no longer embarrass your daughter! Is this good?"
"not good!"
"..."
"How about we make a bet too!"
"What?"
"I bet you can't leave here alive today!" Feng Buer stared at the masked old man and said word by word!
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The masked old man lifted up Xiao Ling'er with one hand and charged up the force with the other hand, ready to attack at any time.
"I've seen crazy people, but I've never seen anyone so crazy! If you don't care about this girl's name, you can take a step forward and try!"
puff--
Before he finished speaking, the masked old man fell to the ground! An old blind man came out of the tent on a cane.
Then the old blind man pointed his cane toward the void, and a scream came out, and a flame floated out from above. The soul of the masked old man who fled into the void had also been killed by the old blind man.
The soul is destroyed!
"Go back and tell Zhou Xun that if the Temple of Gods and Demons dares to step into Xishan Ranch again, I don't mind going to the Temple of Gods and Demons and kill you all!"
"Get up, stop pretending to be dead!" Feng Buer kicked Peng Sanping. The fat body stood up rolling and crawling.
"I'll spare your life today, take the words back and get out!" Feng Buer cursed angrily.
Everyone in Peng Sanping nodded repeatedly, and the corpse of the old man wearing a mask, as well as other injuries, rolled away like shit.
Watching the people from the Temple of Gods and Demons leaving, Feng Buer raised his thumb at the old blind man.
"Uncle Blind is still mighty!"
"It's much more powerful than my old Feng's big slap."
"The power of the Temple of Gods and Demons has actually expanded to Western Xinjiang. I'm afraid that they will continue to be evil. I have an open enemy and a hidden one, so I need to be more careful in the future."
"Uncle Blind, how strong is Zhou Xuan?" Feng Buer nodded and asked.
"Same realm as Old Man Chen! But the path he takes is completely different. One is the most positive and the most yang, and the other is the most yin and evil path."
"Then I, Old Feng, have itchy hands. I will look for an opportunity to have a good fight with this temple of gods and demons." Feng Buer wiped his palms.
Chen Luo heard the sound of fighting and rushed over, only to see a mess.
"what's the situation?"
"There's a fight!"
"Damn it! They didn't even call me when they were fighting!" Chen Luo screamed and looked around, "Where is he? Where is he?"
Since the last few consecutive battles, Chen Luo felt very deeply. The best way to grow quickly is to hone himself in battles.
Everyone has different qualifications and different understanding of realm. However, one thing is the same, that is, any high achievement must go through a lot of hard work.
The opponent is the best whetstone.
"Your second uncle wasn't even satisfied with the beating just now. If you still want to beat me, it's not your fault."
"How about, Xiaoluo, let's have another fight. Let the blind uncle also evaluate your growth." Feng Buer touched the big palm with unfinished meaning.
"Let's break up, little scholar, you didn't do it lightly or harshly!" said Old Man Chen who came later.
"It's okay Grandpa, I need to fight too!"
"Second Uncle Feng, here I come! Take the move!"
"You brat is still in high spirits." Feng Buer put one hand behind his back and fired only three hits with one hand against the other.
Chen Luo stepped forward quickly and rushed in front of Feng Buer. Taizu punched Feng Buer with a long fist. Feng Buer swayed slightly and dodged sideways.
Taizu's long fists are combined with chain kicks to fly up and kick!
Chen Luo opened his bow from left to right, and struck Feng Buer with his fists and kicks. He showed no sign of stopping at all.
"Good boy, your movements are quite fierce. It's just that it's more powerful than flexible!" Feng Buer yelled as he spoke.
The man nimbly dodged and retreated, but Chen Luo used Taizu's long fist to come down, and it didn't even touch the edge of Feng Buer's clothes.
"And this speed is still a little bit worse, faster! Faster!" Feng Buer dodged while stimulating Chen Luo.
Chen Luo fought faster and faster, completely ignoring defense. He attacked for dozens of rounds in a row and was panting from exhaustion.
"Uncle, don't keep running away!" Chen Luo complained while breathing heavily.
"Okay, uncle, let's stop hiding!" Feng Buer steadied his steps and stood calmly in front of Chen Luo. "If you make another move, I will lose."