"Little guy, you don't know how high the sky is and how high it is, and even now you don't know what kind of existence you are talking to.
If that's the case, there's no need to talk about anything else. Let's get rid of you first and go deal with our young master!"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he punched Lu Mingjun.
Although Young Master Lu did not have the aura of a warrior, the middle-aged man knew that since he dared to talk to him like this, he must still be capable.
So I wasn't too conservative and used 60-70% of my strength.
I am a master who pays homage to the Grandmaster. I have 60% to 70% strength, which is enough to take care of this little guy.
His punch was fast enough and hard enough.
Ling Hanlin and Xu Manwen were so frightened that they closed their eyes. They did not dare to look at the scene anymore, for fear of seeing Mr. Lu being injured.
However, after waiting for a long time, the expected sound did not come out, so they opened their eyes.
Then he saw that the middle-aged man's sharp punch was actually caught in the palm of Lu Mingjun's right palm.
What is going on? A master at the master level punched with all his strength, but Lu Mingjun was actually holding it in his hand.
Could it be that he is more powerful than a master in the master realm? No one dares to believe this.
Especially the middle-aged man whose fists were clenched, he could hardly believe his eyes.
Because even if Qingyun Mountain saved him, he would not be able to meet his own blow in this way.
Hiding aside is a way of giving yourself face. What is going on now?
There must be something wrong in some link. This is not the true strength of myself and Lu Mingjun.
After thinking of this, he began to desperately try to withdraw his right fist before continuing the next attack.
But no matter how hard he tried, Lu Minjun's right palm remained motionless, as if the force had no effect on him at all.
The middle-aged man realized the seriousness of the problem. It seemed that Lu Mingjun was also a top expert, otherwise it would never be like this.
He was about to speak a warning when Lu Mingjun grabbed his right fist and pulled hard in his direction.
Then his right knee came up and hit the middle-aged man's stomach hard.
"Plop!"
The middle-aged man had no ability to resist and fell directly to the ground.
But Lu Mingjun didn't give him any chance to get up. He raised his right foot and stepped directly on his right leg.
Because before this, Young Master Lu had already said that each of them should keep a right leg.
So now is the time to fulfill the promise, leave the right leg to act, let's start with this middle-aged man.
"Crack!"
"ah!"
The sound of broken leg bones sounded together with the middle-aged man's scream, and Lu Mingjun had already completed one-third of his goal.
Then he ignored the middle-aged man lying on the ground and looked at the other middle-aged man and Mr. Fan.
He has to complete the other two-thirds of the task.