In an instant, Qi Meng, who wanted to smash Shen Hao's head with one punch, only felt a chill under his ribs, and then his face suddenly turned shocked!

"How is that possible!"

hurriedly retreated more than a dozen steps out, Qi Meng clutched his ribs, looked at Shen Hao incredulously, and exclaimed.

The weak chicken who was obviously pressed and beaten casually by him from beginning to end, how could he suddenly have the power to fight back?

Moreover, it has become so strong!

"Heh-

Come again!"

Laughing coldly, Shen Hao only felt that his whole body was filled with a mysterious power, which was very violent, so that he had to take the man in front of him as his own target!

Beat!

Still stepping on the gossip footwork, Shen Haofei stepped forward, with a touch of disdain in his eyes, and suddenly made a move!

'Bang, bang!'

Nine punches in one second, reproducing Bruce Lee's peak state.

"It can't !!"

For a while, Qi Meng could only be beaten passively, and the corners of his mouth, which was still smiling, gradually became serious.

He had never seen such a sharp and fast punch!

Punch to the flesh and never miss a hand!

On the other hand, Shen Hao seemed more and more relaxed at this time, with Bruce Lee's battle spirit possession, even if the guy opposite was a cultivator, he still didn't hesitate.

"Let you be embarrassed!"

Punched the opponent's jaw, bringing up a piece of blood flying sideways, Shen Hao sneered and muttered to himself, pulled out and reversed, raised his foot and kicked directly in the man's lower abdomen.

'Bang-'

Qi Meng felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't parry it at all, stumbling under his feet, and stumbling out of the God of Wealth car shop by Shen Hao.

"Who the hell are you!" Looking at Shen Hao in horror, the corners of Qi Meng's mouth were bleeding, covering his lower abdomen tightly, and his body was arched like a shrimp.

By this time, Qian Defeng, who was hiding in the corner, had already looked stupid.

Obviously, Brother Qi beat Shen Hao back and forth a second ago, but how could Brother Qi let the family beat him as badly as his grandson after a 'Ah Da'? !

Thinking of this, Qian Defeng hurriedly shouted to Qi in a panic: "Brother Qi, don't leave your hands! Kill him, kill this fool, and if I turn back, let my father give you another million!"

Qi Meng: ???

I'm going to fuck you!

Still have your hands left?

Lao Tzu is about to be beaten to death by him, you are blind!

Standing outside the door, Wei Meng gasped deeply, looked at Shen Hao with a cautious face, and said, "Brother, what is the name of this boxing technique?"

"My punch is called Lao Tzu to beat my son!" Shen Hao laughed fiercely, and without waiting for the other party to get angry, he stepped suddenly, and the whole person was like a cannonball out of the chest, and suddenly slammed into Qi.

'Boom!'

The fists were facing each other, and then Qi Meng's face turned blue in an instant, and he couldn't stop taking more than a dozen steps backwards under his feet.

"Shhhh

"You didn't give you a face just now, and now it's almost too late!" A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and before Qi Meng could stand firm, Shen Hao rushed forward again.

With Bruce Lee's battle spirit possessed, he felt that he had inexhaustible strength all over his body at this time.

meantime

The Dragon Bagua Palm has also become more handy to use!

In the past, because of his limited physical fitness, and because he had never learned anything other than fighting since he was a child, it was difficult for him to give full effect even if he was given a top-level martial arts technique.

But now it's different!

Bruce Lee is a generation of martial arts masters, even if he is not a cultivator, but he is stronger than the vast majority of ordinary cultivators!

Scratch!

Stumble!

Hammer!

In just a few minutes, Qi Meng was almost beaten by Shen Hao into an inhuman shape.

The fist that could have smashed the gate was also open at this time, and blood flowed sideways!

[Ding: Bruce Lee's battle spirit time remaining: 3 minutes!]

Suddenly, the prompt voice of the system appeared in his mind, and Shen Hao's tense expression was also relaxed.

Broken!

It's coming to the point.

His pupils contracted slightly, and seeing Qi Meng, who had been beaten down by himself under his feet at this time, Shen Hao took a deep breath, stepped on the other party's back, and asked: "You, are you convinced?!"

"I ......"

Qi Meng's face was full of bitterness.

Even in the four major families before, he had never been ravaged like he was today.

Yes, it's ravage!

In front of Shen Hao, Qi Meng suddenly found himself as weak as a toddler.

Hit, can't beat.

Even if he wanted to escape before, he was caught again and again.

At this moment, Qi Meng's heart was like ashes.

The two are not on the same level at all.

"Kill me—" Holding his neck, Qi Meng glanced up at Shen Hao, then closed his eyes.

"Fuck it! Qi Meng, you're a shit, aren't you? You can't even beat him, did my father spend so much money to feed the dogs!"

Seeing this scene, Qian Defeng, who was hiding in the corner, was suddenly unhappy.

The cultivator whose father paid a high price to bring back couldn't even win against an ordinary person?

What else could this be if it wasn't waste?

"Get out! Lao Tzu won't let you go even if he dies today!" Without opening his eyes, Qi screamed violently, and at the same time exuded a burst of killing intent towards Qian Defeng.

By now, he had hated this fool to death.

If it weren't for him, how could he have fallen to where he is now!

But what can I do? It's too late to regret it.

……

"Kill you?"

Seeing Qi Meng like this, a fine light flashed in Shen Hao's eyes, and then he sneered: "Are you worthy?"

"......" Qi Meng was silent.

Truly.

At this time, he was not even qualified to be killed by Shen Hao.

"Then what do you want?" Opening his eyes and looking at Shen Hao, Qi Meng took a deep breath, but there was no fear on his face.

At the beginning, he had already embarked on the path of 'cultivator', and he had long put life and death out of the way.

"Huh. Shrugging his shoulders, Shen Hao told the system in his heart to close the few 'Bruce Lee Battle Spirits' that he had left, and at the same time looked at Qi Meng and said coldly: "Call the Qian family like a dog, presumably you are also short of money, right?"

"I ...... Alas......!"

Qi Meng's pupils contracted suddenly, his lips moved twice, and finally sighed helplessly.

Shen Hao was right.

Even as a cultivator, his life is not as satisfactory as that of some ordinary people.

To practice this path, resources are needed everywhere.

Rare treasures such as the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu and the hundred-year-old iceberg snow lotus are all things that he must have to cultivate!

And each of these things is worth a lot of money.

It is precisely because of this that although the cultivators seem to be beautiful, in fact, the vast majority of them are in the hands of some super-rich.

or as a bodyguard, or as a 'dog' in the nursing home......

"Tsk, some people are beautiful on the surface, but in fact they don't even have any money behind their backs, it's really pitiful. Shen Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, kicked Qi Meng lightly, and said lightly: "What price does the Qian family give you, come to my side, multiply it tenfold." ”

"Shen Hao!!"

Qian Defeng's eyes were about to pop out, and his heart trembled inexplicably, as if he was crazy.

"Ten times over? are you serious?!" As for Qi Meng, he instantly turned over on the ground and looked at Shen Hao standing above his head in disbelief.

Tenfold the price –

This is no joke!

"If you don't believe me, you ask them if they know who I am!" A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Shen Hao pointed to the group of ordinary people who had been watching the excitement in the distance, and opened his mouth firmly.

"God of Wealth!"

"Of course you know, you are the God of Wealth......

"Who in our Xihe City doesn't know the name of your God of Wealth!"

"Boss Shen is invincible and rich, and the boss doesn't shine his shoes, the kind that licks his tongue, only a thousand yuan at a time. ”

……