A Paragon of Wuhun

Chapter 33 Let her

He saw Han Yuer, his eyes were bright, and he smiled. "Xiaolang hoof is good! The body is good, follow the grandfather! Let the uncle, I am too waiting, no one dares!"

Han Yuer's face is cold, cold: "If I don't agree?"

"That account, let's have a good calculation." Rough and strong Han smiled.

"So much nonsense? That's play!"

Han Yuer is hot, not nonsense, the body is a longitudinal, the whip is in the hands, shaking straight, like the sword, the sword is bold.

Thick and strong Han screwed his fist, smiled: "It's good!"

He extended his big hand, and he was extremely accurately grasped in Han Yu's whip.

Han Yuer suddenly shocked, his speed is so fast, can he grab it?

The heart is just flashing this thought, the fist of the thick and big man is smashed on the face of Han Yu, and suddenly took the Han Yu to fly.

Han Yuer hit on the ground, wow, spit out a blood, pale, shaking, obviously hurt.

"Zhang Song's five-day strength is not all in all days."

"Yeah, the little Niger is also five days after the day, but it is obviously the fifth weight, nature is not Zhang Song's opponent. Be defeated by a trick, very normal."

Some people are talking about it.

The thick and big man looks crude benzene, the actual speed is extremely fast, the figure is flashing, I have come to Han Yuer, the hand holds her neck, laughs: "Chrysan is enough, wait for the Laozi to die, when you die, See if you can still be so spicy! "

Han Yu's powder is cold, and a sly sputum is on the big man.

The big man smiled and suddenly hysterested, and the evil said: "You are dead!"

He gradually tightened, and Han Yu's breathing is more and more difficult, and a plentiful flush.

White robe thin face is full of resentment, screaming: "Big Brother, kill her!"

At this moment, suddenly the rough and strong Han heard a touch of sound behind him: "Let her go.

Zhang Song was very surprised. He didn't expect that some people dared to speak with this command.

He came back and saw Chen Feng.

First, then laugh, and laughing, tears come out.

"Hahahaha, what did I see? Is it your waste? Hey, waste also wants to learn people's hero to save the beauty? Look at you don't have this business!"

Chen Feng coldly said: "I let you let you go!"

Zhang Song's eyes flashed a murder, let go of Han Yu, and came to Chen Feng. I was twisted while walking, screaming: "You have a waste, it seems to be crazy, I dare to talk to me! Do you want to die? I am all you!"

Said, suddenly an acceleration, the fist of the wine is smashed toward Chen Feng face.

Han Yuer fell to the ground, twisted, and did not dare to see the scene. Just now, I will hurt myself. Chen Feng can't practice at all, but also can't be smashed into meat sauce?

However, after she turned her head, I waited for a few seconds, but I didn't hear the sound of Chen Feng, who was expected.

The people around me have a neatly amazed amazing.

Han Yuer quickly turned his head, she opened a big one.

She didn't dare to believe this scene in front of him, but this scene is indeed.

Chen Feng opened his hand and opened his fists of Zhang Song. Zhang Song rose full face, but Chen Feng's palm is like iron casting, and the fundamental silk is not movable.

Zhang Song is not dare to pay attention to Chen Feng, while Chen Feng is so good to stand there, it seems that it is not completely exhausted.

"How is it possible?" Zhang Songfa came out of crazy.

He took a few steps later, and his eyes were looked at Chen Feng. Shen Sheng said: "It turned out to be a master. It is my eyes. I have a mistake, I'm going to take a step, let's take a step, how?"

He already realized that he is very likely not Chen Feng's opponent, so finding a step.

Chen Feng frankly: "You will hurt my sister, is it?"

"What do you want?" Zhang Song said.

"Don't want to do, with blood, blood, to teeth!" Chen Feng stared at him, his eyes are indifferent, just like it is watching the dead.

This completely ignored attitude makes Zhang Song burned in anger.

He knows that it is certainly difficult to be good today, and suddenly, there is a yellow-yellow ray flashing, and a soil-yellow shield is formed in his body table.

He lowered, put on a strange posture.

Hold a fist together, pour the body, double fists in front of the top, the whole person is like a preparation of the bull.

Double boxing is the horn.

Zhang Song screamed, big step forward, fierce, chapsed.

It is like a big bull who launched a charge.

"This is the master of Zhang Dishi, the yellow-class product, the bullish! Under a hit, there are two thousand pounds, Chen Fengken, certainly is not an opponent."

Someone is low next to it.

"It's really a car!"

Chen Feng scared his breath, did not put it in his heart, he didn't even use it without motion, just a slightly guilty.

A punch, just a punch!