Seeing Meng Hu's provocative fingers when he saw Meng Hu's provocative, he rushed to his head angrily.
This is a naked provocation.
As the confidant of the old Buddha, the fat head is top -level. No one dares to provoke himself so.
"court death!"
"Tonight Tian Wang Laozi can't save you!"
The fat head was angry, his face was full of blood with a embarrassing expression, and his obese body shape looked like a mad bloodthirsty Warcraft.
"ah!"
"Give me died!"
The fat head rushed to Meng Hu first, and each step across the earth was shaking. It can be seen that its strength is strong.
Meng Hu frowned slightly, a sneer in the corner of his mouth, and when he looked at the fat head, he knew that he was a powerful master.
The best way to match the power -based master is not to compare with him, but to compare with him.
Power and speed are two extremes, and few people can master at the same time, especially those with huge figures like fat heads.
Suddenly, Meng Hu moved.
"Big block, do you think you can go to heaven if you think a bit of power?"
"I will hit you today!"
Meng Hu's mouth spit a few words of ridiculous words, and when he came up, he would destroy the arrogant anger of the fat head.
"Dog Day! Let's let the horse come!"
"Lao Tzu tore you!"
"!"
A hammer -like fist directly smashed into the tiger's chest.
Powerful.
If he was hit by him, the ribs will break.
Meng Hu naturally saw this, and immediately retreated his body, retreated to the middle side, kicked the ground with his right foot, and his body moved forward violently.
With retreat.
Meng Hu raised his left hand and hit the right hand of the fat head. At a very fast speed, he pounded the yellow dragon at a very fast speed.
"call out!"
"Well!"
Meng Hu's fist, hitting the fat head and chest.
"Ka!"
"Well!"
"Um?"
Meng Hu froze for a moment, feeling the pain from his hand, thinking that his fist hit the iron plate.
"桀!"
The fat head had no feeling, his mouth smiled gloomy, exposing yellow and white teeth, and a punch with his left hand hitting the back of the right side of Meng Hu.
"Go to death!"
The fat head yelled, and it seemed to see the scene where Meng Hu was beaten by his punch.
"You think too much!"
Meng Hu's mouth stunned him, his body twisted, and he avoided the fat head fist.
At the same time, Meng Hu grabbed a chance, and the backhand picked up the chin with a hook on the fat head.
"Well!"
"Ka!"
He took his head and took his head for a while, and then his eyes killed Meng Hu, and he threw out a punch with his right hand.
"Well!"
The thick arm hit Meng Hu's left arm.
Meng Hu was beaten out two steps, and after stabilizing his body, he stared at him.
"His power is very strong, I look at him." Meng Hu said to himself.
"Hehe!"
"How? Are you afraid?"
The fat head twisted his neck, made a click, and mocked Meng Hu.
"Do you think it can win by speed?"
"Also, is your right hand injured, isn't it possible?"
The fat head narrowed his eyes and stared at Meng Hu.
Meng Hu was shocked in his heart. He only punched a punch, and he could see that my hand was injured.
Sure enough, top masters are really different from ordinary masters.
But so, will he be afraid?
Obviously not, there is no fear of two words in the dictionary of the Northwest Army soldiers.
The stronger the opposite side, the more it will attract his attention.
Fat head stared at Meng Hu, and looked at Meng Hu's expression in his eyes. He thought Meng Hu was scared, and his face shed a mocking expression.
"Small, come on, pay the price for your arrogance!"
"drink!"
Take a step forward, waving his fist and smashing into Meng Hu again.
Meng Hu looked at the fat head that rushed towards himself, and there was a cunning in his eyes.
That's right, he remembered the principle of Gu Jingze when he taught.
Since his own strength is not as good as the other party, he uses his own strength to hit himself.
This is the truth.
Want to understand this, Meng Hu also rushed over, and punching a punch.
Seeing this, he said coldly: "Find to death!"
He instinctively thought that Meng Hu was looking for death. He fists with himself. His arm is destined to be abolished.
Just as the fists of the two were approaching, Meng Hu's cold complexion suddenly flashed the unsightly smile.
"Well!"
The fist that was originally clenched, opened five fingers, and instantly grabbed the fat wrist, pulled hard in this direction.
After pulling, quickly push back.
Fat fist, hit directly on his chest.
"Woo!"
The fat head has not responded yet, Meng Hu attacked in the same way.
The fat head hit himself for no reason, and he was so angry that he was running away.
When the fat head wanted to attack, Meng Hu saw his intention and pulled his arm fiercely.
At the same time, Meng Hu stumbled to the fat head in his right arm, and a fat body with a fat head lost his balance.