The old man's attitude was very arrogant, but the handsome guy in a shirt on the other side had a leisurely look on his face. He even had time to play against him: "Uncle Sun, your requirements are too strict. It's not easy for Brother Zhao. He can support a faction by himself and honor his ancestors.
Why bother others?~"
When I first heard his words, he seemed to be defending Zhao Yuantong, but people who really listened to them would never think so - ***, what kind of tone is that? He has a playful smile and a smooth tone. You don't have to be like this when talking sarcastically!
Chu Zhendong and Zhao Yuantong had always been very close to each other. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help it anymore. They rolled up their sleeves and walked in with their feet up.
Several tall, round-waisted men in short coats immediately gathered around him, all of them looking unkind.
Chen Tairan threw in a few reconnaissance skills. The data showed that the levels of these guys were all around level 27. When converted into superpower levels, they were almost B level. Their strength should not be underestimated.
Zhao Xiaohu loosened his belt, stretched his muscles, and rushed forward first, clearing the way with his bear-shaped fist. Wherever he went, the men were frightened by his fierce fist and took a step back involuntarily.
This is just like playing games. Zhao Xiaohu is now a "tank" at the front, responsible for attracting hatred, absorbing damage, and protecting the output of the back row.
Chu Zhendong practiced the three punches of Eagle, Harrier, and Yan, which were the most flexible. At this time, he acted as an "assassin" in the team, specifically picking out opponents with weaker skills. If he made a move, it would be a thunderous strike!
As for Chen Tairan, this guy doesn't have any obvious position. If he wants to be a tank, he can open the golden bell and lift it up. If he wants to carry out a sneak attack, he can use the butterfly step to disappear without a trace. If he lacks control, he can use the dragon.
The Xingquan gave a group of men in short coats a headache.
Of course, what this guy is most proficient in is the tiger-shaped fist, and the frontal approach is what he is best at - this is also what a "semi-tank" should do. At critical moments, he must have the ability to kill with one hit!
Wang Xiaoqi and Atong have only been practicing Xingyi Quan for a short period of time, and their force value cannot even reach 80. It is difficult for them to intervene in a duel between a group of masters who have exceeded 100.
The two of them knew this, so they didn't go up to join the battle at all. Instead, they carefully observed and speculated on the side. After all, it was rare to see a battle of this level. At this time, since someone was willing to perform for free, they didn't want to watch it in vain.
In less than three minutes, the situation on the field suddenly changed slightly - Chen Tairan suddenly jumped up behind a man with a butterfly step, and hit him staggering with a flying palm!
This palm looks simple, but it actually reveals Chen Tairan's true strength - apart from anything else, just talking about speed, these people are not at the same level as him. If they really want to fight, the victory or defeat will be very quick.
can be distinguished.
When Ah Tong caught this, he couldn't stop talking: "Oh, Brother Qi, we both made a lot of money today."
"Huh?" Wang Xiaoqi didn't understand for a moment, and looked at Atong with wide eyes, puzzled on his face.
"You are stupid, Seventh Brother. Someone is performing a big play for us for free. We didn't even buy tickets. How much money is it? Oh my, now I understand how to write the word 'shameless'."
He spoke very loudly on one side, but those men on the other side were not deaf. Of course they could hear it, and they immediately lost their composure...
To be honest, they didn't want to fight. From the moment they fought, they knew clearly: This junior brother named Chen is very powerful. He is superior to them in terms of boxing skills and skills. If he didn't have the advantage in numbers, he would have been defeated long ago.
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But to say that, Uncle Sun is sitting on the side, and no one can give up halfway. Can't we just bite the bullet and fight...
Ah Tong continued to tease in a weird way: "Hey, Brother Hu, have you ever heard of a word called pretending to be confused while pretending to understand?"
"I've heard of it, what's the matter?" Zhao Xiaohu replied while beating, his breath was not affected at all, it was obvious that his internal skills were quite impressive.
"Then have you ever heard of another word called being disrespectful to an old person?~" Atong continued to speak venomously, deliberately irritating the old man in the room.
As expected, the old man had a bad temper and couldn't help it immediately after hearing this. He slapped the table and stood up.
A middle-aged man next to him immediately stood up, held his arm, and advised: "Master, please calm down first. Children are not sensible. I will teach him a lesson later."
Yes, there is no need to be angry for him."
The old man slowly sat down and looked at Ah Tong with still sharp eyes, like a sharp sword!
For the first time, A Tong felt the pressure of the top master's momentum. He couldn't help but groaned and sweated like rain...
Damn, I used to read martial arts novels, and the top xxx masters could make people fall to their knees with just one look. At that time, I just looked at them, smiled, and then disappeared. Now I know that this is really the case...
Chen Tairan suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of Ah Tong, and stared back without hesitation!
His gaze was as sharp as a knife, with an awe-inspiring chill, and had more of a terrifying murderous intent than the old man's gaze!
The two people's eyes met, and they were inseparable for a long time. Chen Tairan used Xin Jian Wu Feng and attacked continuously. Although the old man's telepathy was stronger than his, he could not withstand the sharpness of Xin Jian Wu Feng and was forced to attack each other.
He retreated, having to shrink his telekinesis into a circle and defend with all his strength, but he was still impregnable.
"Master!" The middle-aged man saw something was wrong and hurriedly went to help him.
The old man waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, then exhaled a breath, with a smile on his face: "Hey, you doll is quite interesting, interesting..."
"Master, this kid..." The middle-aged man was about to speak when he was interrupted by the old man: "Li Hai, don't do this. Just arrange for them to fight one on one. It's not too early now.
Solve it early and go back early."
"Yes..." The middle-aged man did not dare to disobey, so he turned around and called a few strong men in black training uniforms. Then he turned to look at Zhao Yuantong: "Junior Brother Zhao, you have no eyes for fists and feet. If it happens later,
What's going on, you have to be more open-minded."
"Please." Zhao Yuantong looked calm, but he was very confident in his apprentices.
"Okay!" The middle-aged man nodded, shouted back a group of young men, pointed at Zhao Xiaohu and said, "Come here."
"You asked me to come over, right? Who are you!?" Zhao Xiaohu didn't look down on him, and his tone was quite aggressive.
"Bold!" The middle-aged man immediately frowned, "When you see your seniors, it doesn't matter if you don't kneel down and salute, but you still dare to say arrogant words!?"
Zhao Xiaohu did not reply to him, and turned to look at his father. However, he saw Zhao Yuantong had a look of helplessness on his face, waved his hand and said: "Xiaohu, don't be rude! This is your Uncle Sun, known as 'Winged Tiger Sun Lihai'.
