The golden-haired curly-haired foreigner who came indiscriminately did something to Zhang Jiayong, so let's ask what happened here, right?

"Hey, are you their leader? Can't you ask me why I'm making trouble here?" said Zhang Jiayong, believing that the other party could understand, because as fellow monks, they could understand the meaning through spiritual perception even if they didn't understand the language.

However, the golden-haired foreigner turned a deaf ear and still carried out a frantic attack on Zhang Jiayong, and some of the public goods around him were destroyed by his brutal fists.

Zhang Jiayong suspects that this guy was a boxer before he became a monk, and Zhang Jiayong also watched some boxing matches on TV, and he looked at the number of punches, which was very similar.

The fist of the golden-haired curly-haired foreigner seems to be domineering, but it lacks agility, every time Zhang Jiayong can dodge it with speed, and after dodging, his punch is equivalent to a vain fight, and it consumes his strength in vain.

After a few times, this golden-haired curly-haired foreigner was also a little angry, and felt that Zhang Jiayong was more slippery like a loach, and he couldn't catch it every time.

"You've managed to me off! No one has escaped from my tyrene, I'm going to blow your head off!" cried the golden-haired foreigner.

"I don't care if you're Tylin or Tyson, can't you figure out the situation first? These people insulted me first!" Zhang Jiayong replied coldly.

"You're disrupting the order, it's your fault! Give me death!" Tai Lin finished speaking, and launched another attack on Zhang Jiayong, and also asked those staff to call for support, as if he planned to find a few more helpers.

Zhang Jiayong really thinks that enough is enough, these people are simply unreasonable, I heard Lu Dandan say that the situation in the West is very poor, Zhang Jiayong still doesn't believe it. But now he began to believe a little, he was just about to enter the customs, and he encountered such a bad thing, and these people were all like they didn't have a brain.

Zhang Jiayong and the blonde curly-haired foreigner who identified himself as Tailin fought all the way from the entry gate to the departure hall.

Tailin grabbed the row of seats with one hand and lifted them up, knowing that those row seats were fixed to the ground.

Tai Lin used the row of seats as a weapon, and the attack range and distance suddenly increased, and Zhang Jiayong almost didn't dodge it several times.

Zhang Jiayong knew that it was time for him to fight back, and it was not a matter to always passively dodge and defend, otherwise it would really make Tailin feel that he was a bully.

Zhang Jiayong secretly operated the power of the Kunpeng wings, and after a period of research and consolidation of the mystery of the wind, the mystery of the wind has been simply matched with the Kunpeng wings, and now the power of the Kunpeng wings can be used without deliberately unfolding the Kunpeng wings.

Don't look at the unfolding of Kunpeng wings is a matter of a moment, even if it is less than a second, it is also time, sometimes masters compete, the difference is just that moment, so you can save the time to unfold Kunpeng wings, which is equivalent to an extra chance of winning.

Zhang Jiayong was the same, there were not so many bells and whistles, he dodged to Tailin's back and punched him in the back.

Tai Lin is also a high-level martial artist, and his reaction is not slow, the muscles behind him immediately tensed, and Zhang Jiayong only felt that his fist seemed to hit the steel plate.

Tailin didn't have anything to do, but Zhang Jiayong's own fist, which was a little painful.

Zhang Jiayong was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Tailin's body to be so powerful, although it was not as good as himself, but it was also amazing.

It seems that it is not possible to be serious, Zhang Jiayong thought like this, and gave full play to his strength without reservation.

Zhang Jiayong's physical strength is absolutely invincible in his class, and he has developed the potential of the human body to the limit.

The second time, Zhang Jiayong hit Tai Lin in the back, and Tai Lin didn't care at first, because after all, Zhang Jiayong's first attack didn't hurt him.

But soon, Tailin realized that he was wrong, and there was a sound of bone cracking in his body, and one of his shoulder blades was directly shattered!

Poof! A large mouthful of blood spurted out of Tailin's mouth, and his eyes turned black for a while, although his ability to endure pain was very strong, but he couldn't deceive his body, his body couldn't bear it, and he almost fell straight down.

Tai Lin was shocked, he was indeed born in boxing, and his physical fitness was stronger than ordinary people I don't know how many times, especially after becoming a monk, he had the title of invincible body, but at this moment, he was broken by the invincible god!

Zhang Jiayong didn't intend to give Tailin a chance to breathe, and continued to follow up, wanting to smash Tailin's other shoulder blade as well.

Tai Lin didn't dare to expose his back to Zhang Jiayong again this time, endured severe pain and stiffened a carp on the ground, rolled into the distance, quickly got up and faced Zhang Jiayong head-on.

Fortunately, at the level of senior martial arts, it is not too much of a problem to restore broken bones, and at their level, it has exceeded the scope that modern medicine can understand, they are not afraid of cold, they are not afraid of heat, and they never get sick, and some small injuries can heal quickly and independently, and even rebirth of broken limbs.

Seeing that Tai Lin had dodged, Zhang Jiayong no longer pursued, so Tai Lin looked at Zhang Jiayong vigilantly while recovering from the injury of his shoulder blade.

A few minutes later, Tailin's shoulder blades were almost recovered, and he was ready to attack Zhang Jiayong again, because he received news that two other companions were about to arrive.

"Can't you sit down and talk about it if you're still fighting?" Zhang Jiayong was speechless, this Tailin seemed to have been planning to use force to solve the matter from beginning to end.

"Don't talk about it, if you hurt my people, you'll have to die!" Tylin roared and rushed over again.

Zhang Jiayong frowned slightly, this thing is really sick, Zhang Jiayong was also ruthless, and directly threw a punch at Tailin who rushed up, this punch condensed the strength of his whole body, and collided with Tailin's fists.

Two explosions of flesh and blood were heard, and one of Tailin's arms exploded directly into a blood mist.

"Ahh

"I'm going to reason with you, but you have to talk to me about your fists, okay, I'll abolish your fists first and then reason with you!" Zhang Jiayong also has a temper.

Sometimes, some contradictions are really inexplicable, just like this time, Zhang Jiayong planned to endure it, but the few staff members who entered the customs still had to insult them after they searched again, so Zhang Jiayong couldn't be blamed for turning his face with them.

"You're going to die!" Tylin roared in pain.

"Tailin!" At this moment, two figures quickly came to Tailin's side, and Zhang Jiayong knew that it was Tailin who called two supports.

Zhang Jiayong was shocked, he turned out to be a high-ranking military marshal! It's not that Zhang Jiayong is afraid, it's just that it's very strange, why is a high-ranking martial marshal so worthless now? A small entry point can actually pull out three high-ranking military marshals!

Or is the overall strength of the Western cultivators stronger than the Eastern ones? This is worth pondering! See if you can find out, or go back and ask the old beggar for advice.

"Kill this bastard!" Tyrin shouted to his companion.

"Did you hurt Tai Lin like this?" The eyes of the two senior military commanders who came to support instantly became cold, and Zhang Jiayong felt as if there were two cold rays shooting on his body.

Tailin's two arms were shattered, although he already had the function of self-healing and regeneration by the senior martial commander, but in Tailin's situation, it would take at least half a year to recover.

The two of them, like Tailin, were both born in boxing, and they met because of boxing and formed a deep friendship, and they will definitely not sit idly by when they see Tailin injured at this time.

"Do you want to come up and do it? Why did it happen like this?" Zhang Jiayong asked.

Soon, Zhang Jiayong sighed, he knew that he was asking in vain, because the two senior military commanders who came to support didn't intend to deal with Zhang Jiayong at all, and turned a deaf ear to Zhang Jiayong's words, and rushed over directly, sandwiching Zhang Jiayong on the left and right.

"Fuck, can't you just listen to people properly, do you have to be foolish here?" Zhang Jiayong really felt that it was a waste of time, and he hated to spend his time on these shit things.

"Since you want to play tricks, I'll accompany you! See who is more horizontal!" Zhang Jiayong first aimed at one of the relatively thin and small senior military commanders.

Although it is said to be thin, it is also compared to another, if it is placed among ordinary people, this "thin" little man is a giant!

It is estimated that he had just arrived, and before he had time to hear how Tailin was defeated, the thin little senior military commander actually raised his fist and hit Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong kept his hand this time, and used seven points of strength, but he still broke the arms of the thin little man, and the broken bones pierced the epidermis, which looked very terrifying.

"Garcia!" another senior commander shouted, unexpectedly losing a companion who looked at him.

"Jason, this guy is weird, don't go near him!" shouted the senior marshal named Garcia to another senior marshal who was not yet injured, enduring the severe pain.

When Jason saw Garcia's arms discounted, he already had the idea of retreating in his heart, and when he heard Garcia's reminder, he retreated without hesitation, more than ten meters away from Zhang Jiayong.

Jason quickly came to Garcia's side, supported Garcia, looked at Garcia's broken arms, and felt furious in his heart, it was too miserable, it continued to be a crushing fracture, and it would not recover in two months.

"This man is also a high-ranking military commander, and his physical body is very powerful, we have no advantage!" Garcia said.

"It seems that Tylin is not complaining about losing. Garcia added after glancing at Tylin, who had stopped bleeding but had fainted.

Jason helped Garcia to Tailin's side, let Garcia and Tailin be together, and prepared to go up to negotiate with Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong looked at this posture and sneered in his heart, he had to be beaten to know that he had come to negotiate calmly, and it was really domineering, some things that bullied the soft and were afraid of the hard.