Chapter 582: Bathroom Killing Machine (2)
Xu Qing walked over and pulled down the trouser chain, took out a hearty burst of water, just as he finished the last shudder, the door suddenly opened, and a short Chinese servant walked in, lowered his head and walked to another urinal to stand still, this thing was wearing pants without zippers, I saw him touch his hand on the back of his waist but did not see the pants loose.
After putting out the water, Xu Qing turned around and walked towards the sink after putting out the water, and just after taking two steps, he suddenly heard a snort behind him, and a strong wind shot to the back of his head without warning, and instinctively turned his head to the left in shock, whoosh! A fierce wind brushed his cheeks.
Xu Qing took a sliding step under his feet, turned around, and saw a white shadow flying towards him, and the combination of fists and feet blasted over like a storm, the fist had not yet arrived, and the feet were not in the wind, this guy pretending to be a servant was obviously an ancient martial artist, judging from the way he hit the hole with the strong wind just now, this guy was probably the culprit who paralyzed Kuang Huaxiong.
"Good guy, if you play yin with my brother, if you don't smoke all over the ground today, you won't be surnamed Xu." Xu Qing scolded secretly in his heart, but his hands were not idle, his palms turned over and the seven-style Zhengyang palms rolled out, and he was attacked by someone when he went to the toilet, Uncle and Aunt couldn't bear it!
The short man is very tough in his hands, and his dexterous fists and feet make it perfect, if he is an ordinary person, it is difficult to even get close to ten or eight, but unfortunately he met Xu Qing today, and the seven-style Zhengyang palm is all a fierce way to break through the ingenuity with strength, pure hard and hard, and the strength of Gangfeng hunting is emptied with one palm, and no matter how dexterous the kung fu is, it has become a floating cloud.
Although the short man had a few brushes under his hands, his internal strength was far inferior to Xu Qing's, and he was forced to slap his hands and almost broke his arm. This guy is just the pinnacle of the Xuan Realm, I thought it would be easy and pleasant to deal with a guy who can only gamble, but I didn't expect to kick an iron plate solidly, and it was an iron plate blocked at the door.
The short man in a dilemma was miserable, he now began to regret not knowing the details of the other party and rashly made a move, but he was put on a hard beating, and now he can only grit his teeth and struggle to support, it is only a matter of time before he loses, but the sound insulation effect of this hand washing is extremely strong, and he is stunned to not notice it even if he turns the sky inside and outside, unless someone breaks the door will be alarmed.
"Good guy, try my brother's trick Jin Wubaiyue!" Xu Qing, who was fighting, let out a deep sigh, and his palms were raised as if Buddhist believers were worshipping, and he slashed head-on at the short man with a face like dirt, and even the air rippled like water waves at the edge of his palms, and the two palms seemed to be connected into an inseparable whole at this moment, fiery red and scorching.
The short man couldn't dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and slap out two palms with all his might, hoping to block this domineering and fierce splitting palm force, who knew that the four palms were striking and finding out that it was a big mistake, and the little energy he finally gathered seemed to collapse with a touch like an egg throwing stone, and a majestic force slammed into his chest, instantly throwing his whole person backwards.
Bang! A loud bang came out, and the short warrior's back slammed into the bedpan on the vertical wall, and it was directly smashed, and the force of the rebound pushed his body forward, and he threw himself on the ground with a click, his face seemed to be scratched by a broken porcelain piece, and blood gushed out along the side of his face, and in a blink of an eye, he painted a piece on the periphery of his head and face, and his body twitched a few times before he was silent......