Chapter 1127 begins to counterattack

"What, you're going to stare at me with a big eye?" Li Miao said without being salty, and his smile looked relaxed and comfortable.

Brother Jun took out Yang Gang's iphone5 and his Nokia mobile phone and put them on the ground aside, and then took off his coat, which showed a I-shaped vest.

The developed biceps brachii made Li Miao envious, the broad chest muscles propped up the entire I-shaped vest, there was a feeling that the vest was bought small, although the eight-pack abs were separated by the vest, they could also be faintly highlighted, so that Li Miao sincerely issued a compliment: "Not bad." ”

Li Miao naturally doesn't have such awesome muscles, but it's by no means soft, it's a normal level on the whole, there are biceps, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles, but some are not obvious.

Just listening to a few crisp sounds, Brother Jun's fists were already clenched, and I saw him shake his wrist and shake his neck, and the warm-up exercise was ready.

Suddenly, even Li Miao mistakenly thought that this guy would have to shake his wrist for a while before he made a move, Brother Jun suddenly launched his own offensive, only to see him stride forward, and a right hook punch hit Li Miao's face, the speed was so fast, even Li Miao sighed, it seems that this guy has definitely been professionally trained, otherwise there is no such posture, let alone this strength and speed.

It seems that Brother Jun's punch is bound to win, and the expression on his face is slightly hideous, which is enough to show that his punch has used all his strength.

If Li Miao was still an ordinary person at the moment, I am afraid that he would definitely be beaten with bloody eyes and gold stars, but what is standing in front of him at this moment is a cultivator of the first order of immortals, which is an unimaginable level for Brother Jun, and in the same way, this punch is like a newborn baby who is swinging his fist and wants to kill himself.

"Smack." Seeing that Brother Jun's fist was about to hit Li Miao's head, Li Miao stretched out his left hand like lightning and easily pinched Brother Jun's fist.

Brother Jun was stunned for a moment, his eyes revealed a strong panic and uneasiness, what level his punch is, only he knows best, not to mention ordinary people like Li Miao, even if he is a professional sanda master, he may not be able to easily dodge his punch, let alone catch it with his hand.

I remember that when I was in the army, Brother Jun's fists were notoriously fast, accurate and ruthless, and it was difficult to find opponents in a company, and even some special forces were impressed by Brother Jun's explosiveness.

It is precisely because of this that the military brother who has never met Huai Cai did this kind of thing after he was discharged from the army, perhaps it is a revenge for the injustice of fate, he hates this country, hates this society, and does not let his efforts get due rewards.

"Hehe, the strength of the hand is really not small, this is the most powerful fist I have ever felt for an ordinary person." Li Miao smiled and began to slowly exert force.

At this moment, Brother Jun also understood his own reasoning, that is, he was not Li Miao's opponent, because even the punch he tried his best to defuse the opponent could be resolved so easily, what trick could not stop it?

So, Brother Jun reflexively prepared to withdraw his fist, but he found that he couldn't take it back at all, and his fist seemed to be stuck by a pair of iron tongs, and he couldn't pull it.

As Li Miao slowly exerted his strength, Brother Jun obviously felt that his fist began to deform a little, and then, a strong pain followed, making his forehead ooze beads of sweat the size of beans.

Brother Jun's entire arm was tensed, his developed biceps muscles seemed to be inflated to the limit, he desperately resisted Li Miao's offensive, but it was so useless, the whole process, as if he was competing with a machine of 10 million tons, he felt that he was too small, like a grain of sand, so insignificant.

Slowly, Brother Jun's entire fist was already sunken in, like the soles of a duck's feet, and he was about to be pinched into a meatloaf by Li Miao.

Brother Jun's whole arm trembled, he deserved to be a man, he suffered such a severe pain, and he didn't make a sound, even Li Miao couldn't bear it, but thinking of this guy last night, he actually lifted himself up and fell to the ground, he weighed it, or continue to pinch him.

Brother Jun couldn't bear the pain of life or death anymore, so he suddenly raised his right leg and kicked at Li Miao's chest, apparently wanting to kick Li Miao away to free the fist that was suffering damage, even if he failed to kick Li Miao, the other party would definitely have to avoid it, so his fist would have a chance to get out of the shackles.

Perhaps under the effect of extreme pain, although Brother Jun's kick was very hard, but the target was not very accurate, Li Miao gently dodged Brother Jun's kick on one side, and before Brother Jun's single leg landed, Li Miao hit his dangling heel hard in a gear, and then pulled outward, at the same time, the hand holding Brother Jun's fist also dragged in his direction, and Brother Jun's big fork went down like this.

Originally, Li Miao thought that this guy would faint in pain, but it turned out that this forked army brother was unusually smooth, as if he had practiced dance.

It seems that this guy really deserves to be a practitioner, and he can actually go down the fork, which makes Li Miao can't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, saying that he still doesn't know the taste of the fork.

Li Miao let go of Brother Jun's fist, which had already been pinched into a pie, and pushed hard, Brother Jun suddenly turned his feet to the sky, and the whole person spun on the ground like a turtle shell.

It's not a military brother's nest, he can't control this situation, mainly because Li Miao's strength is too great, this powerful force pushed him behind, and under the effect of inertia, he had to carry out such a circular movement, which was really helpless.

Li Miao clapped his hands and slowly walked to the other side of the room, picking up the two mobile phones that Brother General had put on the ground at the beginning.

"Hey, love crazy five, rich man, hiss, it's just Brother Gang's, not yours, this walnut-smashing machine is yours, am I right." Li Miao smiled and stuffed Yang Gang's crazy five mobile phone into his pocket, and then took out his mobile phone.

Quickly found the unfamiliar number that contacted him last night, and Li Miao dialed it with his mobile phone.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell" Nokia's exclusive phone rang, and it was undoubtedly Brother Jun's mobile phone.

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting." Although Li Miao had known for a long time that things must be like this, now he confirmed it out of boredom.

"Quack." Li Miao walked up to Brother Jun, kicked him in the ass hard, and forcibly kicked Brother Jun, who was doing a circular motion at high speed, to the wall, and the whole person's rotating posture also came to an abrupt end.

Brother Jun was stunned, completely stunned, he had never been so useless in front of a person, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back, he knew that he was in big trouble, maybe today was a hurdle, life was born, and death was not possible.