Hu Jianren witnessed his two thugs being by this ordinary kid who was dressed in ordinary milk and begged for mercy, his face was full of violent convulsions, his heart was pounding, and he didn't believe what he saw in front of him!

His own thugs himself knew best who they were, and they were masters of black market boxing, each with a few lives on their hands, and it was he who took them in and let them work for him.

A murderous outlaw like this actually came up and was killed as a pig's head, where is this stinky boy sacred?

Hu Jianren has dominated Liuting Town for decades, and he has never known what it means to be afraid, but today he finally felt something afraid, looked at Yang Xiaoqian in horror, and took several steps back in a row.

However, the ridicule of the surrounding masses made him unable to step down, he was an extremely face-saving person, and he wanted to win back this face no matter what.

"Boy, you're very good at fighting, aren't you? What's so great about injuring Lao Tzu's two waste subordinates, there is a kind of you waiting for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will call more powerful subordinates, if you can defeat Lao Tzu, you will be considered to have convinced you! If you are a man, you will wait for Lao Tzu! You wait!"

Hu Jianren scolded and scolded, and even took out the phone to call someone.

In fact, the two thugs are already his most powerful men, and there is no one more powerful than them, but he can call more people to win by numbers.

He is the emperor of the soil in Liuting Town, and he has a lot of power, and a phone call to call him thirty or fifty brothers is not a problem.

He tried to rely on more people to overturn Yang Xiaoqian and save face.

"Hu slut of grass Nima, how old are you paralyzed, let Lao Tzu wait for you? Lao Tzu has no time to play with you! Ah hit~"

Yang Xiaoqian's afterimage flashed, and he rushed forward like lightning, and another footprint was imprinted on his face.

"Ah......h

Hu Jianren screamed miserably, and his ball-like body flew upside down, hit the telephone pole and bounced back.

"Ahh~"

Before Hu Jianren landed, Yang Xiaoqian rushed up again, and another footprint was on his face.

"Ah......h

Hu Jianren screamed again, and his ball-like body flew out upside down again, but it still hit the telephone pole and bounced back.

"Ahh~"

Yang Xiaoqian made another footprint.

"Ah......h

Hu Jianren flew out again.

"Ahh~"

"Ah......h

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In this way, a "willing to kick", a "willing to fly", endless, extremely cool!

I kick me kick I kick......

I fly I fly I fly fly ......

", the young man is so fierce, this is the rhythm of kicking people like a ball!"

"Mother, how did you do that, young man? It's too exaggerated, isn't it? How can a person kick and fly around? Aren't I dazzled?"

"Hold the sun, is this a stunt? Is this a movie? It's so exciting, so enjoyable!"

"Hahaha, the young man kicked well! Kick hard! Damn the bearded slut, you have today, hahaha...... Kick and kick ......"

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The surrounding crowd exploded and began to talk wildly.

Hey, hey, hey, this scene is really too exaggerated, and those who don't know think it's computer-synthesized, just like the scene in the movie "Shaolin Football", kicking people around.

In fact, this is completely true, because our brother Qian is an omnipotent cultivator, and his "face kicking Dafa" has reached the point of pure love, kicking out the style of computer special effects, and kicking undead people, it is simply a small x to him.

"My mother-in-law, hold the sun, is this still the son of Yang Cripple's little money? It's too fierce! It's too biao!"

Zhao Mazi's frightened old face twitched and muttered to himself.

"Ah, I Di Niang, Xiao Qianzi can't kick anymore, and if he kicks again, he will die...... Stop......"

Zhao Mazi suddenly felt a shock in his heart, afraid of killing people, so he sat on the ground in fright, and shouted weakly.

"Yes yes, my husband is so enjoyable to kick, can people want to come a few feet?"

Yang Xuefu cheered excitedly, and came over with great interest to have a few feet to enjoy.

"Hey, hey, no, no, no, you can't kick it, do you think it's that easy? You kick it up to make sure he gets his head open! There's a lot of knowledge here! What kind of strength, the level of medical skills, the mastery of heat, and so on are indispensable! It's not spicy and easy to kick!"

Yang Xiaoqian explained to Xuefu Meimei while kicking.

"Forget it, forget it, people still don't kick it, in case you kick your head, how dirty it is to get a kick of brains!"

Yang Xuefu took a few steps back with a disgusted expression.

"Ahh~"

"Ah......h

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Yang Xiaoqian kicked and kicked and seemed to be a little tired, so he casually summoned a large brown-red cowhide sofa and sat on it, of course, cigars and red wine were also indispensable, and they all went out.

In this way, sitting on the sofa, smoking cigars, drinking red wine, and leisurely kicking the "leather ball".

Take a puff on your cigar and kick it.

Take a sip of red wine and kick it.

Wow Ka Ka!

It's so sour!

"Damn, what's going on, the sofa, red wine, and cigars are all out, is the young man a magician?"

"Wogan, it's an eye-opener today, is this the rhythm of acrobatics?"

"Wow, I can't stand it, is this illusory or real!

"Hahaha...... It's so enjoyable, the young man is so good at enjoying it, !hahaha...... I see, the lad must be a great magician!"

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The surrounding crowd set off an earth-shattering discussion, one by one, they were about to go crazy, their shocked eyes and jaws were about to fall to the ground, and the crazy discussions were about to poke holes in the sky.

Yang Xiaoqian has magical medical skills and precise control, and he kicked Hu Jianren's fat face so that his flesh and blood were blurred and almost became octagonal, and he couldn't die, but this inhuman torture was too painful.

Yang Xiaoqian kicked more than 20 feet, and Hu Jianren couldn't stand it anymore no matter how hard he wanted to save face, so he howled and cried and begged for mercy.

"Whoa...... Whew...... My mother hurts me to death...... Big brother spares his life...... Spare me...... Stop torturing me...... I'll pay Lao Zhao...... I know it's wrong, please don't torture me...... Spare me a dog's life...... I'll do whatever you tell me to do, I'm going to be tortured to death...... Whew......"

Hu Jianren completely confessed and begged for mercy.

Yang Xiaoqian stopped at this time, sat leisurely on the cowhide sofa, Erlang's legs were cocked, he took a chic sip of cigar, drank a sip of red wine, squinted at Hu Jianren who was lying in front of him like a dead dog, and said lightly: "Hu slut, immediately pay Zhao Mazi a hundred times the salary, and then kowtow to him a hundred times, and call him a hundred fathers! Mom, what do you think of Lao Tzu's request?"

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