"Come in." Lin Yu smiled. He patted Su Ziye on the shoulder and motioned for her to come in. Su Ziye reluctantly left.
An old man over fifty years old walked into the door with a smile on his face. Behind him were a group of men in black. Lin Yu smiled faintly and said, "Only one can come in at a time."
As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, Steamed Bun took a step forward. His fat body blocked the door firmly, blocking the group of men in black behind the old man.
A man with a mustache stared at the steamed buns and shouted in a deep voice: "Get out of the way, otherwise I want you to look good."
"My uncle said that only one person can go in for medical treatment." Steamed Bun gnawed on the bun in his hand nonchalantly. He turned a deaf ear to Mustache's words and ignored the murderous intent in Mustache's eyes.
"Seeking death." Mustache was furious. He took a step forward and punched Mantou's chest. The speed of his punch was extremely slow, but every time his fist moved forward, the power wrapped around his fist became stronger.
point.
The steamed bun stuffed the remaining steamed bun in his mouth into his mouth, and then stomped his foot on the ground. He yelled and punched back. Bang, the fists of the two collided heavily, and the figure of the mustache swayed.
The steamed bun took three big steps back.
Everyone else was surprised, because everyone knew that Steamed Bun was born with supernatural powers. As long as this guy was fed, he would be extremely strong. If he wanted to walk in one direction, even nine cows would not be able to pull him back. But now he punched Mustache,
He actually took three steps back in a row, which is enough to prove how powerful this mustache is.
"You have good strength, no wonder you dare to stand in Mr. Lin's way." Mustache sneered.
Poof, the steamed bun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was so red that he almost dripped blood. Although he seemed calm about the blow just now, in fact he was seriously injured.
He forcefully swallowed the mouthful of blood in his throat, and Mantou smiled. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and his smile was a little ferocious. He still said with that naive smile: "Please wait in line for medical treatment."
"Really? If you insist on doing this, then I have no choice but to send you home." Mustache sneered. He pulled off his tie and strode forward. As he walked forward, he punched his right fist.
Holding it, a powerful force of true energy flowed through his fist, condensing...
The steamed bun still stood there motionless. He took out another steamed bun from the bag behind him, then he calmly put it to his mouth, took a slow bite, and then chewed...
It can be seen that Mustache's offensive this time is very strong, and Steamed Bun has just been injured. If he attacks once, Steamed Bun will never be able to resist it, but Steamed Bun does not flinch, he just looks at Mustache coldly, slowly
Swallowing the bun in his hand.
To him, steamed buns are the most beautiful delicacies in the world. No matter where he is or what happens, as long as he eats a steamed bun, he will immediately be resurrected with full health.
Mustache's speed gradually increased. Because he was too fast, his clothes were picked up by the wind. He let out a deep shout and punched the steamed bun. His punch was very fast, and he
The strong wind at the end of the fist made a sound.
Steamed Bun stared at Mustache, watching his enemy getting closer and closer to him, ten meters, eight meters... five meters, three meters... The moment the opponent's fist reached him, he suddenly moved, he
He shouted loudly and stamped his foot on the ground.
There was a click, and the green bricks under his feet shattered, and then he raised his fist and violently fought with Mustache.
Bang... Mantou's body fell backwards and hit the steps of Xinglin Hall with a thud. His face was bright red, almost dripping with blood. He struggled a few times, but in the end he couldn't stand up.
And Mustache took a few steps back. I'm afraid even he didn't expect that Steamed Bun's punch would be stronger than the one just now. He took a few steps back before he stabilized his body.
Mustache looked at the bun in surprise. When he punched the bun for the first time, the strength of the bun really surprised him. But in this punch, he had already used enough strength, and the bun had suffered internal injuries before, right?
Maybe he can withstand this punch.
But Mantou could still stand up, and this punch could knock him back several steps, which made him feel incredible.
After all, in his opinion, Mantou is just a teenage boy. Even if a boy was trained from his mother's womb, his Qi would not be able to compete with him.
But no matter what, defeat is defeat. The mustache flicked the dust from the corner of his bullet jacket. He was about to leave here with big steps, but as soon as he took a step, his brows wrinkled involuntarily because of a sinister feeling.
A cold breath came from behind him.
He subconsciously turned around and saw Li Ying staring at him. There was no doubt that this cold breath was emanating from Li Ying. This made Mustache a little frightened. This cold breath
It was really terrible, it felt as if he was going to freeze.
"Extreme Cold Qi?" Mustache looked at Li Ying in surprise, with a trace of fear in his eyes. The Extreme Cold Qi seemed to have left some shadow on him.
"Would you know if you try it?" Li Ying, who had a frosty face, smiled sweetly. She folded her hands and opened her posture. Her meaning was already very obvious. She wanted this guy to try what the extreme cold energy is like.
a kind of existence.
"Leave this person to me. There is a bigger boss behind you. I will take care of this. Come on, Mustache, let's practice. What's the point of bullying a child?" The white shadow flashed, and Monk Hua looked solemn.
come over.
Since the master left, Monk Hua has seldom looked like that playful and smiling face. He is very serious and abstains from alcohol and meat, just like the image of an eminent monk.
Mustache turned his head and glanced at Monk Hua, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He said that Mantou was a child. In fact, Monk Hua was not much older than Mantou. This made Mustache a little angry. He himself was also a powerful figure, but now here,
It seemed like no one dared to step forward and challenge him.
"You'd better get out of the way, I don't have time to waste time with you here now." Mustache said lightly.
"Haha, we have never played against each other, how do you know that I am wasting my time?" Monk Hua smiled lightly and said: "Lin Yu inside is my good brother. He said that if one person is allowed to go in, only one person can go in.
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"Do you know who just came in?" Mustache tilted his head and stared at Hua Monk. He said coldly: "I must follow him inseparably. Anyone who blocks his path will be killed without mercy."