When he saw Han Yu'er, his eyes lit up and he sneered: "Xiao Lang's hooves are pretty good! You're in good shape, too. From now on, you can follow me! It's a pleasure to serve you. I guarantee that you will walk sideways in the outer sect and no one will dare to offend you!"
Han Yuer's face was as cold as ice: "What if I don't agree?"
"Then we have to settle this account carefully." The sturdy man said with a sinister smile.
"So much nonsense? Then fight!"
Han Yu'er has a fiery temper and doesn't talk nonsense at all. He straightens his body, fills the whip with real energy, shakes it straight, and stabs the strong man like a sharp sword.
The sturdy man clenched his fists and said with a smile: "Well done!"
He stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and grasped the tip of Han Yu'er's whip with great precision.
Han Yu'er was suddenly shocked. He was so fast, how could he catch her?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the strong man's fist hit Han Yu'er's face, knocking Han Yu'er straight away.
Han Yu'er hit the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. Her face was pale and her whole body was shaking. She was obviously injured.
"Zhang Song's acquired fifth-level strength did not come for nothing."
"Yes, Xiao Ni'er looks like she is also at the fifth level, but she has obviously just entered the fifth level, so she is naturally no match for Zhang Song. It is normal for her to be defeated with one move."
There were people nearby talking about it.
The thick and strong man looked rough, but he was actually very fast. In a flash, he had already reached Han Yu'er's side, grabbed her neck with his hands, and said with a lewd smile: "Little girl, you are hot enough. When I make you die,
See if you can still be this hot!"
Han Yu'er's powdery face was cold, and she spat on the big man's face with a sound.
The smile on the big man's face suddenly stopped, and he said viciously: "You are looking for death!"
His hand gradually tightened, Han Yu'er's breathing became more and more difficult, and her pretty face turned red.
The face of the thin man in white robe was full of malicious pleasure, and he shouted: "Brother, kill her!"
At this moment, the strong man suddenly heard a faint voice coming from behind: "Let her go."
Zhang Song was surprised. He didn't expect that someone would dare to speak to him in such a commanding tone.
He turned around and saw Chen Feng.
First he was stunned, and then he burst into laughter, almost to the point of tears.
"Hahahaha, what did I see? It's a loser like you? Oh, a loser also wants to imitate other heroes to save beautiful women, right? It depends on whether you have this ability!"
Chen Feng said coldly: "I ask you to let her go!"
A murderous look flashed in Zhang Song's eyes. He let go of Han Yu'er and walked towards Chen Feng. As he walked, he clenched his fists and shouted: "You trash, you seem to be crazy, you dare to talk to me like this! You are looking for death."
Right? I’ll make it happen for you!”
As he said that, he suddenly accelerated and hit Chen Feng's face with a fist the size of a wine jar.
Han Yu'er fell softly to the ground and turned her head away, not daring to look at the next scene. The punch just now injured herself. Chen Feng couldn't practice at all, so why should he be smashed into pulp?
However, after she turned her head and waited for several seconds, she did not hear the expected sound of Chen Feng screaming to death.
The people around him let out a chorus of disbelieving exclamations.
Han Yu'er quickly turned her head to look, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
She couldn't believe the scene she saw before her eyes, but this scene indeed happened.
Chen Feng opened one hand and held Zhang Song's fist. Zhang Song's face turned red, but Chen Feng's palm was as if it were made of iron and did not move at all.
Zhang Song looked at Chen Feng with disbelief on his face, but Chen Feng just stood there so leisurely, seemingly without exerting any force at all.
"How is that possible?" Zhang Song yelled wildly.
He took a few steps back, looked at Chen Feng solemnly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Turns out he is a master. It was my poor eyesight that misjudged your Excellency. How about we each take a step back from today's matter and forget it?"
He had realized that he might not be Chen Feng's opponent, so he found a way to get off.
Chen Feng said calmly: "You injured my senior sister and just let it go?"
"Then what do you want?" Zhang Song said harshly.
"No matter what, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!" Chen Feng stared at him, his eyes indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead person.
This completely ignorant attitude made Zhang Song furious.
He knew that today would definitely be difficult, so he suddenly roared, and an earthy-yellow light shone all over his body, forming an earthy-yellow light mask on his body.
He lowered his head and assumed a strange posture.
Make fists with both hands together, lean forward, and put your fists in front of your head. The whole person is like a bull ready to charge.
The two fists are the horns.
Zhang Song roared, strode forward, and slammed into Chen Feng with great ferocity.
Like a charging bull.
"This is Senior Brother Zhang's specialty martial arts. It's a first-level yellow-level martial arts skill. It's so powerful! With a force of two thousand kilograms, Chen Feng and Kendio are definitely no match for it."
Someone nearby shouted.
"It's really like a mantis trying to trick a chariot!"
Chen Feng sighed softly and didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't even use the Immovable King Seal, but stretched his fist slightly.
