There was a crack, and both parties took three big steps back. - Net. Pu Shanjiang was slightly startled, and glanced at Lan Cunjun, probably a little shocked. This guy seemed to be not weak. Only Boss Ye knew that Xiao Lanzi was
Doing the slutty thing of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
"Come again!" Lan Cunjun raised a cool smile and punched him. Pu Shanjiang didn't say anything. This time, with enough energy, Subaru jumped more than two meters high, flying from top to bottom like a flying eagle.
It hit Lan Cunjun's fist like food.
"ah……"
A piercing cry came, and it was naturally Pu Shanjiang's. Xiaolanzi was really sinister. He hit Pu Shanjiang's fist with a straight uppercut and passed through it. He hit Pu Shanjiang's chin accurately and heavily.
superior.
Suddenly, Pu Shanjiang's jaw shattered. The bones cracked and tore open the skin and muscles. The blood naturally splashed directly on Lan Cunjun's body like water from a floodgate. Looking from the outside, Pu Shanjiang could be clearly seen.
A cracked jaw bone.
As for the mouth, it suddenly seemed to be deflated. There was an obvious hole under the nostril.
The Koreans in black were so frightened that they shouted in panic: "The Sixth Young Master is injured, the Sixth Young Master is injured, go ahead and cripple them..."
Suddenly, more than a dozen people surrounded Lan Cunjun.
"Okay, okay!" Unexpectedly, Xuehong got excited, grabbed her fist and wanted to rush in. However, Boss Ye grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing?" Xue Hong stared at Boss Ye fiercely.
"You're a girl, it's not your turn to stretch your legs and use your fists yet." Boss Ye scolded Xue Hong with a straight face.
Wang Renpang rushed into the crowd early, and he and Xiao Lanzi were like tigers descending from the mountain. He waved his fist high, and his feet were not idle. He swept his legs and fell down immediately.
Again and again. The thugs who came this time are probably disciples of the Pu family, and some of them also have fourth-level skills. However, it is obvious that they are not enough in front of Wang Lan. (--Net.)
After the crackling, there were only screams all over the ground.
Wang Ren was so aggressive, he kicked those guys in the crotch area. I guess this guy had a complex that turned people into eunuchs, and in the end they all covered their crotches and screamed.
"Hahaha..." Comrade Xiao Pang and Comrade Xiao Lan laughed wildly, overjoyed, and cursed each other with a handful of Korean food in their mouths.
Boss Ye didn't stop him, and he took it upon himself to vent his anger on Xue Hong. Secondly, if they didn't fight, how could they lure out the important guy?
"Humph..." A cold snort came, and two egg-sized silver balls were seen flashing in the air as fast as lightning, directly hitting Wang Renpang and Lan Cunjun, two proud little guys.
"There is a hidden weapon!" Boss Ye shouted, and with a flick of his wrist, two flying knives popped out and hit the two silver balls. Obviously, it was too late.
Beside...
Two harsh sounds of metal colliding were heard. Comrade Xiao Pang was not slow, holding a mirror-like thing in his hand and colliding with the silver ball.
However, in an instant, Comrade Xiaopang's mirror-like weapon was smashed and flattened, and it suddenly seemed like a leak.
Comrade Xiaobang was really miserable. He was hit by the counter-shock force of Yin Zhu and even took more than ten steps back but still could not stabilize his body.
As soon as he sat down on the ground, even the red wrinkled bricks on the ground were shattered by Wang Renpang, and his whole butt sank into the ground.
When Wang Renpang jumped up with a look of shock on his face, he discovered that there was a clear butt mark on the ground, which was similar to a small iron pot.
Looking at the silver ball in the distance that was shot down by Mr. Ye's flying knife, Wang Renpang's face suddenly turned ugly. He thought to himself that if this silver ball hit him, he wouldn't be smashed into a funnel of flesh.
Fortunately, fortunately!
Comrade Xiaolan was in a similar situation. He also took out an iron bullet in time and collided with the silver ball. (--Net.) However, obviously, his skills are not comparable to Comrade Xiaolan.
of.
Lan Cunjun was hit by the repulsive force of the silver ball and flew backwards from the air. As a result, of course, his butt hit the wall covered with vines hard before he stopped. And,
With a loud rumbling sound, Lan Cunjun's hard ass actually knocked a hole in the wall. Fortunately, this guy had his hands spread open, otherwise, he would have flown to the outside of the wall to show off.
"Are you two okay?" Boss Ye asked quickly.
"A little skin injury, it's nothing. However, someone's hand is very solid." Wang Renpang said, Lan Cunjun also looked at the silver ball that was shot down by Boss Ye's flying knife with some fear. Everyone stared at it.
determines the direction in which the silver ball is launched.
"It should have popped out of a thatched pavilion on the side." Ye Fan's eagle eyes were better and he looked at the thatched pavilion and said.
"Could it be Park Zhenqing? Judging from the strength of his hands, he has at least a level 9, 2 or 3 level of strength." Wang Renpang guessed in a low voice.
"Perhaps, a family like the Park family. Since the father has been ranked among the top ten masters in the world for his whole life, it is normal for his descendants to have outstanding talents. There should be people like tenth rank. I think Park Zhenqing should
I will not lose to Master Fei Qingshan." Ye Fan said.
"Young man, this is the Pu family. This is not a place for you to run wild." At this time, a strong voice came. Soon, the sound of wheels scraping the floor came. A disabled car was pushed out from the thatched pavilion.
People and cars are coming.
An old man with a thin face was sitting in the car, and eight people were standing on both sides of the car.
One of them, Ye Fan, an old man in his early fifties, with a pointed chin and dressed in Korean Ming costumes, already knew from the information provided by Zhang Qiang that this person was Park Zhenqing. Judging from his position, he was sitting in a wheelchair.
The old guy should be senior to him.
"Master Pu, Ye Fan from China came here specially to visit." Ye Fan clasped his hands and looked at Pu Zhenqing as he preached.
"Ye Fan, um..." Pu Zhenqing suddenly frowned, and looked at Ye Fan carefully. Suddenly, a trace of anger flashed across the old guy's face, and he hummed, "You are the Hongye Castle who harbors Xue Hong.
The owner Ye Fan?"
"I am. However, to say that it is harboring is an exaggeration. If you are wrong, your Pu family's Pu Meizhu is at fault first. My sister is beautiful. This is born from God and cannot be changed by the day after tomorrow. Pu Mei
Shu actually teamed up with Zheng
Qing and others are trying to destroy my sister..." Ye Fan just said what he said, but he didn't expect that the old guy was in a wheelchair. The old guy suddenly spoke out, pointed at Xuehong and hummed, "Take this girl down for me! Cripple it first.
Let my sister relieve her anger!"
"Yes!" The two young Koreans made a gesture like Korean juniors meeting their elders. Without another word, one of them kicked and the other punched, and walked straight towards Xuehong.
"If you want to beat Miss Can Xuehong, you have to ask us if we both agree." Lan Cunjun and Zhang Qiang took action at the same time, one each, and struck directly with their fists and kicks.
There were several loud bangs, and the two young men were kicked back seven or eight steps by Zhang Qiang and Lan Cunjun, and they stopped when they almost bumped into Pu Zhenqing.
The two young men's faces suddenly turned red. They looked at each other, turned to their sides, and each drew an iron rod from the weapon rack next to them and attacked Lan Cunjun and Zhang Qiang again.
"Well done!" Lan Cunjun actually had a faint smile on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lifted up.
In an instant, he reached the head of the young man in black and kicked the guy hard. Although the guy was blocked by the iron rod, Lan Cunjun kicked him hard and hit him on the head.
.
After a muffled bang.
The guy was hit on the head with a stick and fell to the ground immediately. Naturally, a blood bag bigger than Wangzi's steamed bun immediately swelled up on his head.
"Concession!" Lan Cunjun cupped his fists with both hands. He also acted cool and took a few steps back to stand beside Boss Ye. But over there, Zhang Qiang suddenly shouted loudly, and another young man turned around.
After walking around for more than ten times, he sat down on the ground. Moreover, his eyes were dizzy and blurred, so he was probably blind.
The young people of the Pu family stared at Xiaolan and Xiaoqiang with angry faces.
"You two come together." A rather tall old man suddenly walked out of the Pu family, pointed at Lan Cunjun and Zhang Qiang and said.
As soon as Ye Fan saw it, he knew that this guy was powerful. He identified Park Xindong's second son, Park Haiqing, and the troublemaker, Park Meizhu, was his daughter. According to Group A's guess, Park Haiqing should have eight levels of martial arts. Which level is it?
It's hard to say.
Lan Cunjun and Zhang Qiang looked at each other and were about to step forward. However, Ye Fan glanced at Wang Renpang, who immediately understood. He smiled calmly and took a step forward, saying: "Shall we have fun?"
"Play!" Park Haiqing said only one word, and immediately hit Wang Renbang with one blow. This guy is really tough, and he will hit him whenever he wants, without hesitation.
"Hit it, old man, be more aggressive!" Of course Wang Renpang would not finish him off with just one punch. The guy easily dodged by turning sideways.
"It's not that bad!" Wang Renpang continued to nag, which was naturally irritating Park Haiqing.
"call……"
At this moment, Park Haiqing suddenly made a big spin, and the speed of the attack with his legs was more than two or three times faster than before. Wang Renpang's pupils suddenly widened, and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
There was a bang.
Ren Pang was kicked forward by Park Hae Ching. He quickly wanted to turn around, but Park Hae Ching's speed was unprecedentedly fast.
As a result, Wang Renpang was naturally kicked hard on the buttocks. When the guy was shocked, he jumped forward and hit the ground like a flying arrow. His mouth stabbed straight into the ground. This floor tile is a floor tile after all.
Much more powerful than meat mouth.
Suddenly, Ren Pangda's mouth was swollen to the point of being compared to Brother Bajie's. Moreover, his lips were congested and bleeding, which was really a bit miserable.
"What the hell!" Wang Renbang was so careless that he lost Jingzhou, and now he was so embarrassed that he almost burst into anger.
If this guy didn't say anything, he pulled at his waist with a swipe sound, and the Louvre's sword "Rou Ji Dao" flashed across a beautiful arc. The sun was shining, and this guy Wang Renpang was so angry that he actually passed by.
A thread of sword energy leaked out of the knife.
The sword energy created air waves in the air, forming a ripple-like ripple that spread towards Park Haiqing's arm.