Chapter 1915
But is this really the case? The answer is obviously no.
Lu Mingjun's punch hit the protective cover. This protective cover was as fragile as plastic sheeting and shattered directly, failing to provide any protective effect.
But Lu Mingjun's fist power did not decrease and he continued to attack him.
After seeing this situation, Fan Zengran panicked a little. He didn't expect that Lu Mingjun's seemingly ordinary punch could be so powerful.
It was too late to evade because he had already missed the best opportunity to evade.
So I had no choice but to give up the long sword in my hand.
At the same time, he poured his true energy into his right fist and could only receive the punch head-on.
"boom!"
Their right fists collided hard, making a muffled sound.
Fan Zengran felt an unparalleled force pass into his body, and his whole body spurted blood and flew backwards.
In fact, Fan Zengran was still a little careless. If he had given up on the long sword before, he might have been able to withstand a few more rounds.
But one thing is certain, that is, he is definitely no match for Lu Mingjun.
It's nothing more than causing some consumption to Young Master Lu, and nothing else can be done at all.
Fan Zengran was in the air with a helpless expression on his face. He never thought that one day he would be defeated by a young man in front of everyone.
At the same time, I began to regret secretly in my heart. If I had followed Elder Lin Wannian's advice, things would not have developed to this point.
But in this world, there is no such thing as selling regret medicine.
Now that things have come to this, what can we do?
It seems that we can only place our hope on that old man. If he is not Lu Mingjun's opponent, then the entire Qingyun Mountain will be wiped out by this boy named Lu.
"Plop!"
After flying for a while, Fan Zengran fell heavily to the ground, and then spit out another mouthful of blood.
Although he didn't faint to death, his mind was no longer very clear.
After seeing this, the disciples of Qingyun Mountain hurried over and helped him up from the ground.
After a while, Fan Zengran finally regained consciousness. He no longer dared to look at Lu Mingjun.
How can a general who defeats a king be brave? I have truly bowed to Lu Mingjun, so what can I say?
With the help of everyone, he arrived in front of the old man.
"Mr. Ning, I'm so sorry. I have embarrassed our Qingyun Mountain. The next step is up to you!"
After listening to his words, the old man nodded.
Then he looked at Lu Mingjun: "Young man, do you want to continue? You have already regained the face you need, so there is no need for this, right?"
After listening to his words, Lu Mingjun's face showed a smile.
"Old man, an opponent like you is something you can only meet but cannot ask for. Since I have met you, I must cherish this opportunity no matter what. So let's make friends through martial arts. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!