Raising his left hand, which was full of flowery personality rings, Xiao Yu did not shy away from facing the huge fleshy palm directly. Please search ()! The fastest update

Feng Daoming, who was in a rage, where was he willing to avoid half a point!

Ming deceived Xiao Yu to be short and thin, and knew that her strength was by no means the opponent of her own family, so Feng Daoming's fat hand directly crushed Xiao Yu's small fist!

In other words, you can explore the power of these personality rings in your hand so perfectly, such a good time, Xiao Yu is willing to miss it!

Deliberately pretending to be inexperienced and weak, Xiao Yu swung his fist directly in front of Feng Daoming's giant fist!

With a "bang", the two fists struck each other, making a muffled sound.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but clench his stinging left fist and staggered back a few steps.

It must be admitted that this Feng Daoming's force value is indeed much higher than Xiao Yu.

The two of them were just a simple fist fight, Xiao Yu felt that his fist was like smashing on hard granite, and it was painful to be hit.

After the fingers that were red and swollen all of a sudden, Xiao Yu felt that several of his phalanges seemed to have been crushed and fractured under the threat of such a collision.

At the same time, the rings between the fingers were all deformed by the impact at once.

On the blue ring surface, there are even a few locks of blood remaining.

This is, the blood that Feng Daoming's hand pulled down by the way, right?

Xiao Yu raised his head, and with a somewhat gloating smile, he found that Feng Daoming was holding a fat hand that was stabbed with blood, and he lost his temper towards himself:

"Chi Yu, you muddy boy, what the hell is going on! It's just that this good man has the appearance of a eunuch, and you are still such a sissy, putting a lot of broken rings on your fingers! Look at the one of your Feng Ye's good hands! Today, your Feng Ye has to flatten your broken fingers, so that you can remember for a long time in this life, how this good old man should be! ”

Shaking off the bloody fat hand, Feng Daoming waved his terrifying black heavy sword again and rushed straight towards Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu blinked his eyes in confusion.

Weird! There are so many drugs, and they are all directly pierced into the flesh and blood of the body, why, it hasn't been able to take effect yet?

Could it be that these little things given by Nangong Ping, one by one, have all failed?

Or, the overall volume of this Feng Daoming is too large, on average, is the dose of this medicine not large enough?

It shouldn't be impossible!

After hesitating, Xiao Yu only felt that the picture in front of him that was moving forward at a uniform speed suddenly began to shake.

Well, earthquakes?

Rubbing his eyes vigorously again, Xiao Yu finally began to clearly notice that the tall and big Feng Daoming in front of him, his yellow complexion, faintly began to turn a little blue, and his whole body began to shake strangely.

Oops, you can't let anyone else be weird!

In the first time when he finally understood, Xiao Yu hurriedly jumped up.

After a few neat air spins, one of Xiao Yu's long legs quickly popped out, kicking down Feng Daoming who was shaking vigorously in one fell swoop.

Calculating the direction of the distance, Xiao Yu deliberately let the shaking Feng Daoming fall drunkenly to the ground that was covered with his own sprinkled cow hair needles.