"Bai Sheng, why do you meddle in this matter." Pan Cheng stood behind the silver-faced man and asked coldly, although their Pan family and the Bai family are far apart, there is a slight friction in business, and it is not a harmonious relationship.

Bai Sheng stood with his hands in his hands and said to the four members of the Pan family: "Come if I want to, leave if you want, you can still keep me." ”

The silver-faced man snorted coldly, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you today." With that, the silver-faced man once again showed his extraordinary speed, and soon disappeared from everyone's view.

"Boom-"

Bai Sheng moved three steps sideways, his left hand swung a punch in the air, the figure of the silver-faced man appeared, and he took three steps back, Yuwen Ling was a little frightened in the container, the silver-faced man beat him at the beginning, and he didn't have any power to fight back at all, but now he was forced back by Bai Sheng's punch, the gap is too big.

Bai Sheng opened the starting hand of Bai Style Tai Chi and hooked his hand towards the silver-faced man, his face full of mockery.

"Thorn la la-"

A dazzling thunderball appeared on the silver-faced man's hand, and a dazzling thunderbolt appeared on his hand, and the silver-faced man's body was half-bowed, and the whole person was like a cannonball about to be launched.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the engine next to him, the silver-faced man and Bai Sheng suddenly withdrew their hands, looked to the side, Zhao Qingyun had slipped onto the Lamborghini, started the engine, and the advantage of 2.5 seconds of 100 kilometers of acceleration was presented at this time, when the silver-faced man and Bai Sheng reacted, Zhao Qingyun had already driven some distance.

Bai Sheng frowned, and hurriedly ran towards the white Porsche next to him, and the driver in the Porsche had already started the engine.

The silver-faced people and Pan Cheng and his party have also boarded Bugatti Weihang.

Just as the white Porsche was about to start, a new face suddenly appeared in the car.

Emperor Wenjia.

"Sorry to excuse me, but do you have anyone here who likes to eat Wang Tsai milk candy. I've got two here, one for you, oops, but there's two of you, you rock-paper-scissors. Wen Jiahuang held two red packaged sugars in his hand and said to Bai Sheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot.

Bai Sheng didn't turn his head back, his left hand was a punch backwards, this punch seemed to be slow, but Emperor Wen Jia knew that it was just the strength attached to it that affected the judgment of the human eye, in fact, this punch was extremely fast.

Emperor Wen Jia suddenly appeared at the window on the left at the next moment, and Bai Sheng's punch naturally missed, making a popping sound in the air.

"You want sugar so much? That's up to you. Wen Jiahuang threw the candy in his hand to Bai Sheng, Bai Sheng stretched out his hand, and the red packaged candy fell into his hand, and the next moment, Wen Jiahuang had disappeared in the car.

Bai Sheng frowned, suddenly, his face changed, he opened the car door, and a few arrows rushed out, and in less than a few seconds, he had already left dozens of meters away, leaving only the driver in the car who didn't know what to do.

"Drip—"

Wangzi milk candy suddenly made a subtle but very harsh sound, the next moment, a fire rose into the sky, a huge explosion enveloped the entire Tongzhou port, that naturally will not be a candy, it is a miniature bomb, but the power is very powerful, a million-dollar Porsche was destroyed in Tongzhou port.

Emperor Wen Jiahuang appeared again, standing in front of Bai Sheng, still holding a candy in his hand, and said with a smile: "I still have a candy, do you want to eat it?" ”

The anger on Bai Sheng's face could not be concealed, his right leg kicked suddenly, and the terrifying energy burst out, pushing his body, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to the front of Emperor Wen Jia, Emperor Wen Jiahuang straightened his face, twisted the wrapping paper of the candy, and then threw it to his feet without hesitation.

Bai Sheng's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and the punch that was originally intended to hit Wen Jiahuang's face also stopped, and his body suddenly retreated, although he would be very happy to punch Wen Jiahuang in the face, but he himself was going to be blown half to death.

But just a few steps back, Bai Sheng was suddenly stunned, and what fell to the ground was really a candy, lying there quietly, and the wrapping paper had been dispersed, revealing the white sugar inside.

"Huh? Aren't you going to eat sugar? I'll give you how you ran away. Emperor Wen Jia made an innocent expression and looked at Bai Sheng.

Bai Sheng took a deep breath, calmed his mood, put away the starting hand of Bai Style Tai Chi, his body rushed forward again, and accelerated twice when he took the first step, originally he only withdrew a few steps away, such a close distance, just a breath of time, Bai Sheng had already come to the front of Emperor Wen Jia.

Emperor Wen Jia's face changed, and it was true that he teleported faster, but Bai Sheng came to him almost instantly, so that he almost didn't react, Bai Sheng's fist grazed Wen Jiahuang's cheek, and the fist fell into the air, and Wen Jiahuang was gone.

Bai Sheng stood still, his whole body was at the highest level, and he searched around for the figure of Emperor Wen Jia.

Bai Sheng stood for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, a dangerous aura surged into his heart, and the dangerous intuition that he had practiced martial arts for many years made him feel wrong, and he had already run away the next moment.

"Boom-"

However, it was still a little slower, and the candy that was lying quietly on the ground suddenly exploded, and Bai Sheng was still affected by the aftermath of the explosion, although it was partially dissolved by the strength of the whole body, as well as the strength in the body, coupled with Bai Sheng's own hard **, this time Bai Sheng still suffered some minor injuries. Bai Sheng rolled around on the ground a few times, covered in a little mud, looking a little embarrassed.

This TM is a remote-controlled miniature bomb!

Bai Sheng's face is about to be distorted, he has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, he has hardly lost a martial arts fight since he was a child, his Tai Chi talent can be called a demon, eighteen-year-old martial arts master, twenty-two-year-old martial arts master, and now he has entered the middle stage of martial arts master, and has a decisive position in the entire martial arts world, and now he is beaten by such an obscene style of play and has no power to fight back, how can he not be angry.

In a corner of Tongzhou Harbor, Emperor Wen Jiahuang gasped for breath, a big hole was cut on the right side of his face, and the blood was flowing down unstoppably, he fully believed that if his teleportation was slower for another second, his entire right face might be scratched by Bai Sheng's terrifying energy.

It's too terrifying, the strength of the martial arts master, the martial arts master has gathered his strength, and tempered the ninth power in the body for the martial arts master, and the martial arts master is also strong and weak, it depends on how many times your strength has been tempered in the body, it is said that Bai Sheng has been tempered forty-nine times, and the strength is terrifying, once you use all your strength, even if it is steel, it can be cut apart.

If you cultivate martial arts at the same time, you can use your strength to offset your strength This style of fighting and Bai Sheng's consumption will be consumed, but although Emperor Wen Jia practices martial arts, he doesn't even have the level of a martial arts master, and it is impossible to compete with Bai Sheng head-on.

"Yuwenling, where are you now?" Wen Jiahuang asked through the Bluetooth headset pinned to his ear, fortunately this Bluetooth headset was pinned to the left, otherwise it would have been ruined at that time.

Yu Wenling's voice mixed with a huge wind sound came from the earphones, "I'm about a kilometer in front of Zhao Qingyun now, do you want to do it?" ”

Emperor Wen Jiahuang said: "Don't worry, Pan Cheng will catch up with Zhao Qingyun sooner or later, Zhao Qingyun should still have some means to save his life, you let them fight first, you are sitting on the profit of the fisherman, otherwise I dare not guarantee that even if you enter the second-grade ability, you can compete with that silver-faced man, after all, he is a heavenly attraction ability." ”

"Yes." Yuwen Ling responded, he is also one of the participants in this mission, naturally it is impossible to stay in the container all the time, as early as when Zhao Cheng and Bai Sheng were fighting, he had already followed the instructions of Emperor Wen Jia, ran to the entrance of the harbor, where a motorcycle was parked, Yu Wenling drove away early with this motorcycle, as expected by Emperor Wen Jia, Zhao Qingyun found an opportunity to slip away, and now he is following behind Yu Wenling.

The motorcycle driven by Yuwenling is Suzuki Masked Superman, although the name is a bit stupid, but the performance of this motorcycle is still good, the maximum speed can reach more than 200km/h, and it has been driving in front, and Zhao Qingyun in the back should not be able to find Yuwenling for a while.

"Are you finished?" Bai Sheng's hand lay on the container and asked coldly.

Emperor Wen Jia's face suddenly became like this.

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