The person who jumped down from the second floor can be called a devil muscular man, more than 1.9 meters tall, and his muscles bulge like balloons.

"Catch him for me, and the money will arrive immediately!" Feng Furong pointed at Wang Wei opposite.

"Okay, remember what you said!" The devil muscle man glanced at Wang Wei, and said angrily, suddenly not taking Wang Wei in his eyes.

There is really a big difference between the two, in terms of volume alone, the devil muscle man can easily fit Wang Wei, and even more than enough.

Practicing Kung Fu?

Wang Wei glanced at the devil muscle man, and immediately distinguished, the muscles on the devil muscle man are different from the muscles trained by bodybuilding, the muscles trained by bodybuilding are simply the pursuit of dimension, good-looking, powerful, but the practical application value is not high.

And the muscles on the devil's muscular man are like blacksmiths who have been tempered and forged thousands of times, and each piece is like fine steel.

This is a practitioner!

"Boy, you better surrender obediently, just your little arms and legs, I'm afraid I will accidentally break them. The devil muscle man looked at Wang Wei and said.

"Wang Wei, I advise you to listen to him, he came out of the Shaolin Temple, practicing the legendary golden bell jar, iron sand palm, it can be said that the body is invulnerable, you punch, he should tickle, and he slapped out, even if it was a big stone, it was broken. Feng Furong said triumphantly.

This is his confidence, the devil muscular man was invited by him at a great price, in order to deal with Wang Wei.

"Is he your support?" Wang Wei said disdainfully.

"That's right, he's my dependent, now you have a choice!"

"Then I'll tell you, your reliance is not good, he is a scum in front of me!" Wang Wei gave a thumbs up, then flipped down.

The thumb was originally meant to be a compliment, but when it was turned down, everyone understood what it meant.

"Good boy, you dare to say that about me, see how I clean you up!" Seeing Wang Wei's behavior, the devil muscle man suddenly became angry.

Airplanes!

He punched out, and suddenly faintly drove the wind, and the momentum was amazing.

It's good to come!

Wang Wei didn't panic at all when he saw this, and he had been practicing the kung fu of the Plum Blossom School for a long time, except for practicing with Guan Cang, he basically hadn't experienced actual combat, even if he had encountered two provocations, he was just a relatively strong ordinary person, and he didn't practice his family.

Now that he actually met a practitioner, and he was not a weak practitioner, his heart suddenly itched.

So when he saw a punch coming, he punched it out too!

Two fists collided together, one was a dark fist the size of a casserole, and the other was a slightly white fist that ordinary people usually have.

"It's bad, why are you so confused, don't you want your right hand?" Seeing that Wang Wei was so hard-hitting, the most anxious person was Feng Furong.

Whether Wang Wei is alive or dead, he is not worried at all, but he is worried that after Wang Wei is injured, he will not be able to remove the hands and feet that have been done on him.

And he had seen the methods of the muscular man He Xiangjin, and when he came at noon, he had seen He Xiangjin's methods with his own eyes.

There was a rockery in his yard, and although it was not large, it was all real stones that had been brought directly from outside.

When He showed it to Jin, it was directly a punch, and the stone on the rockery was immediately smashed into a piece the size of a human head with a punch.

At that time, Feng Furong was shocked, how could his flesh and blood body be so strong?

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But then he was happy, with such a master by his side, even if Wang Wei was very good at fighting, he would eventually become his subordinate prisoner.

But I didn't expect Wang Wei to be a dumbfounder, and he had a hard time with an inhuman master like a muscular man, isn't this that he wants to be disabled?

Boom!

Just as Feng Furong was thinking this, the two fists collided together, making a dull sound.

The scene he expected, the scene of Wang Wei's broken bones and broken tendons, did not appear, but He Xiangjin, who he hired with a lot of money, took three steps back in a row.

"Are you also a practitioner?" After regaining his footing, He Xiangjin looked at Wang Wei with suspicious eyes.

No matter how you look at it, Wang Wei doesn't have the appearance of a practicing family except for a better complexion, his figure is not tall enough, his muscles are not strong enough, and he doesn't even have the momentum of who competes, he looks like an ordinary person, so he despised it just now.

However, the solid punch just now made him realize that Wang Wei was a practitioner, and his strength was not weaker than him.

"Why, are you the only one allowed to be a practitioner?" Wang Wei asked with a smile.

"Hmph, even if you're a practitioner, it's just for me to spend a little more effort. He Xiangjin spread his hands and moved slowly.

The two hands, which were already black, became even darker at this time, and even had a faint metallic luster.

"Boy, try my iron sand palm!" After He Xiangjin was ready, he slapped it at Wang Wei with one palm.

Iron Sand Palm!

It is a kind of kung fu that is widely spread, and it is practiced by many people in real society, and is often used to perform hard qigong projects such as opening bricks with one palm.

However, this kind of secular iron sand palm, in popular terms, is a low-profile version, which can be practiced by ordinary people, but the power is very low.

And the iron sand palm that He Xiangjin practiced in front of him was obviously not a low-profile version, so when he was exercising, both palms had visions.

"People like you, learning kung fu will only harm people!" Wang Wei's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and his right index finger stabbed out like lightning.

He cultivated the kung fu of the Plum Blossom School, and now he is in the realm of military qi.

When the internal qi cultivated in the body converges on the index finger of the right hand, the index finger of the right hand has already separated from the mortal womb of the physical body and becomes like a vajra.

Crunch!

He Xiangjin's palm met Wang Wei's right index finger, and then there was a piercing friction sound, like the sound of gold and iron.

Yes!

Then with a terrible scream, He Xiangjin immediately leaped backwards and slammed into one of Feng Furong's bodyguards.

The tall bodyguard was knocked away at once, and he didn't stop until he hit the wall behind him, and he fell to the ground and didn't know if he was alive or dead.

"What kind of kung fu are you?" He Xiangjin's face was ugly, his right hand had already drooped down, and blood was dripping out.

The palm of his right hand, all the way down to his wrist, had a finger-thick wound.

After seeing this wound, Feng Furong gasped, is this a wound caused by Wang Wei?

He Xiangjin's two palms are probably far harder than steel, and they can even smash stones at once, how powerful should Wang Wei be if he wants to hurt this palm like this?

After realizing this, Feng Furong's face suddenly turned pale, if the person he invited lost, would Wang Wei let him go?

However, things have come to this point where there is no room for any relaxation, and it is either a win or a complete defeat.

"There are many kung fu that have been handed down from ancient times, and you can

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Are you sure you know everything?" Wang Wei did not answer him.

In fact, before the advent of modern thermal weapons, kung fu had always been very popular, and various martial arts were also emerging.

Until modern times, with the emergence of high-powered modern thermal weapons, coupled with the destruction of the environment, there are fewer and fewer people who practice martial arts hard, and those who are praised as divine skills have begun to be lost.

"Okay, I admit defeat, I don't care about the matter between you!" Hearing that Wang Wei didn't answer him, He Xiangjin could only say helplessly.

Although the two fought very little, one punch and one palm was enough for him to realize the reality that he was not Wang Wei's opponent at all.

"You can't do this, I hired you for a million, how can you leave me behind?" As soon as he heard that He Xiangjin didn't care, Feng Furong was immediately frightened.

Although there are several bodyguards around him, all of them are tall and tall, but these people are okay to deal with ordinary people, and they are not useful at all against Lian Jiazi, if He Xiangjin just throws his hand and leaves, Wang Wei wants to do something to him, no one can stop him at all.

"I still confiscate your money, farewell!" He Xiangjin said and took a big stride, turned around and left, money is important, but life is even more important.

Beat!

When he passed by Wang Wei's side, he suddenly twisted his waist and turned around, and his left hand, which was not injured, came over with the sound of the wind.

He turned his left hand and went straight to Wang Wei's head with the sound of the wind.

This is the left hand that has practiced the iron sand palm, and in the case of full strength, let alone flesh and blood, even a stone can be smashed to pieces.

And he deliberately sneak attacked, and he didn't give Wang Wei time to react at all, and this time he hit it, and he could create a vegetative person at the lightest.

Good!

Seeing He Xiangjin's sudden move, Feng Furong was the happiest, but as soon as he shouted halfway, his face fell.

If Wang Wei is finished like this, let's not talk about whether he will get into a lawsuit, won't he have to be a eunuch for the rest of his life?

Boom!

But at this moment, he saw a scene that made him jaw-dropping, He Xiangjin's palm was less than three inches away from Wang Wei's face, but Wang Wei's punch hit He Xiangjin's stomach hard, knocking him up and hitting the wall five meters away.

Wow!

He Xiangjin's face turned pale suddenly, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he tilted his head and passed out.

It's not going to die, is it?

Seeing this situation, Feng Furong immediately became worried, but soon he was in no mood to worry, because Wang Wei came over.

"The surname Feng, if there are any cats and dogs, they will also be called out together, let me see it, right?"

"No, it's gone......" Seeing Wang Wei coming over step by step, Feng Furong could only retreat step by step, barely squeezing out a stiff smile on his face, but it was more ugly than crying.

And the bodyguards around him were supposed to defend him to the death, but now they are all hiding far away, for fear that Wang Wei will target them.

They are also human beings, they only earn hard-earned money, not hard-working money, Wang Wei is so powerful, how dare they step forward to die?

Wang Wei's index finger in his right hand stabbed downward, and the marble table next to him, which was more than two inches thick, was pierced by him at once.

Whoa!

No sooner had he pierced the marble table than he heard the sound of water running and a pungent stench.

It was Feng Furong, who was frightened when he saw Wang Wei coming to such a hand: "Don't, please, what do you want, you say it!"

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