Wu Yixue saw that Chen Feng did not dodge in the face of the strong man's slap, so she subconsciously reminded him.
Chen Feng turned around and smiled lightly. Just when the slap was about to fall on his head, he suddenly raised his hand and brushed it away like a fly.
His hands are not small among his peers, but compared with a strong man, the gap is too big, just like a child compared with an adult.
In addition, the movements at this moment are extremely gentle. At first glance, it is like a mantis trying to use a car.
However, with such a gentle movement, after it collided with that huge palm, not only did it not have any impact, it also stopped the opponent's tendency to slap him.
Bang!
The next moment, a strange sound sounded, which was also mixed with the clicking sound of broken bones.
The mocking expression on the strong man's face suddenly froze, and was quickly replaced by pain. His body trembled, he covered his palms and kicked back, letting out an extremely shrill scream.
"Ah, I...my hand!"
"Hmph! You're too cruel-hearted. I'll cut off one of your arms as punishment. Get out!"
Chen Feng glanced at the strong man coldly, and then his eyes fell on Hong Biao.
"Let your people be honest, otherwise I won't mind taking action again!"
From the strong man's attack to Chen Feng's counterattack, the whole process took just a blink of an eye.
It can be said that the strong man screamed and backed away before the others could barely react.
Hearing Chen Feng's words at this moment, Hong Biao suddenly reacted and began to look squarely at the young man in front of him.
It was as if he was seeing Chen Feng for the first time. He looked at Chen Feng carefully and looked at it again. His eyes were filled with surprise and he asked: "Boy, have you practiced before?"
"My time is limited. If you want to vent your anger on your brother, then use all your skills together!"
Chen Feng ignored his question at all, frowned, and shouted again.
"Huh?" Seeing this, Hong Biao's face suddenly darkened: "Boy, have you grown a face? Do you think you will be arrogant after practicing?"
"Haha!" Chen Feng smiled faintly and glanced at Hong Biao: "I really don't have you in my eyes anymore! What? You also want to practice with me?"
"Boy, you are looking for death! Do you think beating him like that will be enough? Are you afraid that you have never seen a master?" Hong Biao was so angry that he raised his arms and his clothes were immediately torn into pieces and he was thrown away.
flew out.
Without the cover of his clothes, the muscles on his body were immediately exposed to everyone.
I hadn't thought of it before, but now I saw that his body looked like it was made of cast steel, with each muscle as hard as a stone. You could feel the explosive power within it just by looking at it with your eyes.
Those big men had long been accustomed to it, and their expressions did not change much. However, some people watching the excitement couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning when they saw this strong figure. Some women even couldn't help but scream in excitement.
Chen Feng shook his head and said sarcastically: "Looking for death? Are you worthy? You're just a piece of trash!"
Indeed, the opponent's body looks strong, but in fact it has been worn out by training.
A true master trains from the inside out. Even if someone like him has condensed an inner strength through external skills, it will remain like this for the rest of his life. There is no possibility of further improvement, and there will be countless sequelae as he gets older.
"Boy, you are looking for death! I want to see how capable you are? Come on!"
Hong Biao had never been despised like this before. He couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed and angry. He waved his hand and shouted sternly.