Standing proudly in the center of the living room like a god.
All around him, there were strong men of the fighting nation lying in disorder!
The eyes of these people looking at Wu Zhi were filled with intense fear.
They have been coming to the Song Dynasty for some time, some of them have been here for several years.
They longed for the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, so they stayed in this place that made them nostalgic.
As time went by, of course they also knew that there was a place called Jianghu in the Song Dynasty.
Although it is said that the place where there are people is the rivers and lakes, those knights in the rivers and lakes who can fly over the walls are a specialty of the Song Dynasty.
As northerners, they have very strong bodies.
Although they know that they can't defeat those quacks, they don't have a cold heart towards those quacks.
In their opinion, the real strong man is made with fists.
Instead of relying on those internal forces that don’t know where they come from.
In their impression, people in the Song Dynasty were short and as weak as women.
Usually, as long as they roar in the market, all the Song Dynasty people nearby will be scared to death.
But the Wu Zhi in front of them had completely subverted their understanding of the weak Song Dynasty people.
But there is still hope for them!
Just as this thought flashed across my mind, a man's roar came from outside the door.
"What kind of kid dares to act wild here!"
In an instant, all the Rakshasa people had a look of excitement on their faces.
He's coming!
Wu Zhi turned around and couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
I saw a man standing outside the door.
A man as tall and strong as a bear.
A tall man like Wu Zhi felt small standing in front of him.
His height is at least comparable to that of Yao Ming, but he seems to be stronger and more muscular than the basketball giant!
At this time, his face was full of anger, and his body was rising and falling with his breathing.
When the arm was raised, the muscles on it were as strong as rocks!
The whole body releases strong murderous aura!
The other party let out an angry roar and waved his fist as big as a pot lid.
He took out his legs and rushed towards Wu Zhi with a thump thump thump.
Every time he stepped, Wu Zhi felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate slightly.
Even the beams above my head had traces of dust falling down.
Seeing the opponent's fists getting closer, Wu Zhi also felt the pressure from the opponent like a mountain falling down!
At this moment, Wu Zhi did not retreat.
Instead, his left foot took a step forward.
While spreading his legs, he quickly clenched his fist with five fingers of his right hand.
Then, Wu Zhi turned his body sideways.
At the moment when the opponent's fist was less than half an arm's length away from Wu Zhi's head.
Wu Zhi's body suddenly twisted!
He punched the bear-like man in front of him hard.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided heavily in the air.
Wu Zhi took two steps back, and the man who rushed over like a bear also took three steps back.
He looked at the red fist, and was slightly stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha! Well done!"
"Boy! You are the strongest Song Dynasty man I have ever seen!"
"You are qualified to be my opponent. Today I will beat you to death with my fists!"
Wu Zhi suddenly turned his head and looked at Ojia beside him and said.
"Sister, do you Rakshasa people like to brag so much?"
Ojia's face darkened, and he said to Wu Zhi: "His name is Bavluo, and he is the son of the first warrior of Rakshasa."
"Bavro is born with copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable. He has already reached the seventh level of the golden bell. You are no match for him. Let me do it."
However, Wu Zhi didn't say anything and just opened his legs.
He stepped forward, raised his right hand, and smashed it towards Pavlo.
