Wen Sihai is not simple, his fist is definitely problematic!!!

Ordinary bullets can kill a person with one shot.

But if Wen Sihai punched him, this person would probably be blown up.

The body shape quickly retreated. Unlike the previous disapproval, Chen Changqing's eyes were a little more solemn at this moment.

"Suck~"

The mouth and nose breathe at the same time. The strong suction force swept the air around it and the chest bulged. As an Asian, Chen Changqing's chest circumference is even more exaggerated than that of professional and toned Westerners.

But these airflows are not directly stored in the lower abdomen.

As a mouthful of hot turbid air ejected, Chen Changqing, who was originally only 1.7 meters tall, soared directly to 1.85 meters.

The broad chest and upper body shape are like an inverted triangle, with strong muscles that make people think of the gods in ancient Greek mythology. With their body temperature and height, their tough skin is slightly red.

Wen Sihai's toes seemed to be slow, but it was just like that.

In fact, at the moment Wen Sihai took a step forward.

The ground that was tamped with footprints and was shattered like a spider web under the scorching sun.

Unlike Long Shuwen's speed, it is even more different from Chen Changqing's fierceness. Wen Sihai, with a haggard body, is like a willow leaf blown by the wind, and it floats in front of Chen Changqing.

The raised arms were like the old man who was doing morning exercises in the park, slowly pushing forward.

Chen Changqing's pupils shrank, and his increasingly strong sense of crisis made his hair stand on his hair. He looked like a frightened little beast. He could only jump up in panic.

Just like last time, Wen Sihai's fist was once again avoided by Chen Changqing.

But what is different from last time is that Wen Sihai's fist did not fail this time, but fell lightly on the wooden stake behind Chen Changqing.

The best wood, dry shade, and soaked in tung.

Although it is wood, its hardness is no worse than steel, and it is better in toughness.

However, it was such a top-level wooden stake that fell down with Wen Sihai's light punch, as if there was a bomb buried in the wooden stake.

Just heard a loud "Boom!", and the hard wooden stakes scattered into wood chips everywhere, and looked at Chen Changqing, who was no more than three meters away from him and had been forced to the corner.

Wen Sihai couldn't help but grin, and he raised his dead arm again.

But unlike before, as agile as willow leaves, Wen Sihai's punch was very fast, even faster than Long Wenshu's attack!

It was like a gust of wind hitting, and Chen Changqing's instinctive body sank.

Under the stimulation of the body, the arms that are thicker than adults are raised.

"Bang!"

As Wen Sihai's fist fell on his forearm, a ripples rippled in the skin that was as tough as rhinoceros skin. A sharp force pierced directly into Chen Changqing's forearm, and the remaining power of Wen Sihai's punch exploded.

open.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Chen Changqing's eyes flashed, and hot turbid air spurted out from his nose.

The fists of the casserole were clenched, and a hot air flow was wrapped around his arms.

With this loud shout, it was like a surging volcano. Before he could change his moves, the blessing spirit came, and Chen Changqing, who was struck with a tiger horse stance, subconsciously punched a straight punch.

This punch was extremely refreshing, and it seemed as if something had been broken in my heart.

On the other side, half-open and half-awake eyelids were raised.

Wen Sihai looked a little surprised, but more of them were surprises.

Feeling Chen Changqing's powerful punch, especially the hot breath that hits her face, Old Master Wen retracts his fist, wraps Chen Changqing's fist with his left hand, and holds Chen Changqing's wrist with his right hand.

Wen Sihai, who is less than 1.6 meters tall, hugged Chen Changqing's arm like a koala.

With the power of this straight punch, Wen Sihai was thrown out half of the football field.

Looking at the hot body not far away, the body had reached 1.98 meters, and the muscles were tangled, like a muscle monster in a hot copper furnace. Wen Sihai shook his hot palms on one side, and beat him on the other side

Old waist.

There were ravines and wrinkled old faces, as if they were just ordinary old man:

"I'm old and can't be beaten anymore. Young people nowadays really don't understand what it means to respect the elderly and love the young. I'm seventy-eight years old this year, and I'm still so cruel."

On the other side, the qi and blood in the body were churning, and the arms were even more painful.

Mr. Wen Sihai's words made Chen Changqing instinctively want to complain. The 78-year-old man should look like a 78-year-old man, looking at the cracked ground and the broken wooden stakes.

Chen Changqing really didn't know how the other party was embarrassed to tell him that he respected the elderly and loved the young.

With the opponent's strength, 99% of the young people were probably going to be beaten by him with one punch. However, looking back at the other's fist that seemed light but extremely powerful, Chen Changqing couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in his eyes:

"Uncle Wen, what punch just now?"

He really didn't understand how Wen Sihai did it, as if he had a special force technique, which concentrated all his strength at one point and exploded, which was somewhat similar to the magic power I had read in the novel before, but it felt a little different.

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Facing Chen Changqing's inquiry, the old man smiled and shook his head, looking humble and unworthy:

"It's nothing. This is a small skill I have learned over the years, and it is just a little better than the skills of my stupid apprentice."

And looking at Chen Changqing, he looked like he wanted to ask questions?

Wen Sihai waved his hand, but he didn't explain too much, but just took a light look and said with a point:

"Okay, let alone this. You should be careful when you go to Neon in two days. The people in that place are not very good, but there are still masters. I don't know about the real masters, but there are a few fake masters like me.

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Chen Changqing was stunned for a moment, looked at the old-looking Wen Sihai in front of him, and couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"Uncle Xie reminds me."

I was curious before why Wen Sihai, as my uncle, had to fight with him.

Thinking about it now, the other party is beating himself, making him understand that there are people outside of others and there is heaven beyond heaven.

Neon is different from Bay Island. Although many people on the Internet call Neon a dog from Eagle Sauce, they have to admit that this dog is still capable.

Starting from the Square Agreement, Neon enters a decade of decline, then twenty and thirty years.

Maybe there are still forty years or fifty years.

But even so, Neon's GDP was still the third in the world in 2015.

In the early 1990s, that is, in the 1994th, Neon's GDP exceeded that of flower growers, and even in 2010, Rabbit's GDP officially exceeded that of Neon.

In a small place, there is more than 100 million people living.

A cruel society, fierce competition, and a deep admiration for power.

Although I don't want to admit it, the danger level of neon is definitely higher than that of Bay Island.

Looking at Chen Changqing's gradually solemn eyes, Wen Sihai nodded in his heart with approval. He knew that Chen Changqing had taken this matter to heart, but on the surface he looked disgusted:

"Okay, don't be so polite. I don't have so many rules here. After eating dumplings, you get out of here!"

This is true for the older generation, Hong Zhen is the case, and Wen Sihai is the case.
Chapter completed!