Yang Pojun looked at a group of people mocking, he didn't care, he looked like he was holding a cigarette, he looked like he was not afraid of heaven and earth.

Yang Pojun looked at Chen San above and said, "You still have five seconds." ”

Chen San and his group of junior brothers, when they heard Yang Pojun's sudden words, they actually frightened them.

In front of so many people, this guy in front of him is still so relaxed, does he have anything to rely on?

They all looked at each other, frowned, and put away their contemptuous eyes.

Chen San thought of the harm Yang Pojun had caused to him at the beginning, he swallowed his saliva, a timid look appeared on his face, and Chen San said angrily: "Quick, hack him to death for Lao Tzu!" ”

Suddenly, a group of people directly raised their machetes and rushed towards Yang Pojun.

Yang Pojun's smiling face changed suddenly, the air around him became solemn, and a gloomy murderous aura began to surge in the air.

In Yang Pojun's body, there seemed to be a wild beast hidden, so that the people who rushed to the front actually hallucinated, there was an ancient beast that opened its fangs and mouth, and wanted to bite their heads, liver and intestines, thighs, and meridians and blood vessels.

"Shhh The group of people who rushed to the front gasped one after another.

Yang Pojun's voice became a little cold: "Since you are not afraid of death, then I have to move my muscles and bones!" ”

Yang Pojun threw away the cigarette butt lightly, and crushed it on his tiptoes.

Yang Pojun is a half-step first-class master, even if there are more gangsters, there is not the slightest danger for him.

These gangsters have never seen a strong martial arts master, so they don't know where the gap is.

When they approached the Yangpo Army, they roared angrily: "Die! ”

I saw that the machete had fallen.

And at this moment, Yang Pojun instantly raised his foot and swept out.

Bang bang bang.

The group of thugs who rushed to the front flew out, and on their chests, without exception, all had a footprint, and the bones were all dented.

Suddenly there was a scream on the ground, and those guys were vomiting blood.

Yang Pojun's body suddenly turned into an afterimage, and where Yang Pojun passed, the bodies of those thugs all flew up.

This scene is like a Hollywood blockbuster, it's too cool, and Chen San, who was standing on it, was so frightened that his face turned pale.

At this moment, Chen San's head was blank, and when he reacted, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and his hands trembled violently, and he saw clearly that all his people in the hall were lying on the ground.

And Yang Pojun stood in the middle of the hall unscathed, looking at him with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Chen San felt that Yang Pojun's eyes were devils and deaths, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran inside.

But he ran in too much hurry, the floor tiles slipped, and he fell a dog eating, and his whole body spasmed in pain, and he even knelt and crawled to stand up.

At this time, a pair of feet appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing these feet, there was a distinct grunt of saliva in his throat.

Beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down the floor.

Chen San was really scared this time, he didn't want a builder's family, it was so powerful, this must only be the underground world, or the strong people of those big families, have such strength.

The other party wanted to kill him, it was completely like a joke, and Chen San knew that he was a frog at the bottom of the well, and the gap between himself and the demon in front of him.

This Nima is completely heaven and earth, and there is no comparison!

Chen San wants to live, it is not easy for him to get to this point today, he has obtained money, power, and women, and he doesn't want to lose all this.

So he was more afraid of death than before.

Chen San hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Big brother, spare my life, I won't dare next time, please, I didn't know you were so strong......"

Yang Pojun squatted down, patted Chen San's face with his palm and said, "Are you sure you really don't want to trouble me?" ”

Chen San nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, big brother, it's because I don't know Taishan, even if you give me ten guts, I don't dare..."

Yang Pojun narrowed his eyes and said, "What about my little sister?" ”

"Sister Ling is in the inner room, don't worry, I didn't hurt her, and I didn't touch her a single cold hair." Chen San's voice was trembling when he spoke.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Yang Pojun: "I want your little sister to be safe and sound, let me go." ”

Yang Pojun turned his head, a burly middle-aged man, with a scar on his cheek, he looked fierce, and the whole person exuded a rough and domineering feeling.

And next to him, he grabbed the shoulder of Yang Pojun's little sister with one hand, Yang Pojun's little sister is now in her third year of high school, and she is already slim and elegant, and she is completely a beauty.

Yang Pojun's youngest sister Yang Tingting was not born to his mother, but the baby that his mother picked up next to the trash can.

But in Yang Pojun's heart, Yang Tingting is his own sister, because this little girl has been smart since she was a child, she likes to follow Yang Pojun's buttocks, and she prefers to be with herself when she sleeps, which is closer than her relatives.

When Yang Tingting saw Yang Pojun, she felt that the third brother was more handsome now, she was overjoyed, and said loudly: "Third brother, save me..."

Yang Pojun smiled slightly and said, "Little sister, there is a third brother here, don't worry, you will be fine." ”

Yang Pojun's gaze was fixed on the middle-aged man, and he knew that the other party was also a first-class master.

Judging from the breath, it should be cultivated in the middle or late stage.

Yang Pojun looked at the middle-aged man, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of evil charm and said: "Let my little sister go, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!" ”

"Huh." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "I'm not an ordinary person like them, do you think threats are useful to me?" Now kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe I will spare your little sister's life, otherwise ......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man held Xiaomei's shoulder and suddenly increased his strength.

"Ahh Yang Tingting screamed in pain.

Yang Pojun's eyes narrowed, and a majestic murderous aura suddenly shot out.

Rumble.

This void seemed to be shattered by thousands of sharp blades, and the momentum was aggressive.

Yang Pojun used to be the youngest legendary master in China, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, although his cultivation has fallen, but all kinds of combat consciousness still belong to the level of legendary masters.

If Yang Pojun's cultivation hadn't fallen, he would only need one hand to easily kill the person in front of him.

Yang Pojun used to be a mercenary, and his enemies were all the major forces in the world, including many ancient forces, killer organizations, as well as those werewolf clans, ninjas, and so on.

The battle that Yang Pojun experienced was unimaginable for the first-class master in the late stage in front of him.

Yang Pojun's voice became hoarse and said, "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!" In my life, Yang Pojun, what I hate the most is that someone threatens me, especially someone who uses my relatives! ”

"Roar!"

Yang Pojun's face was hideous, and he roared angrily, only to see that behind him, a black mist rolled out, and in it, it seemed that an ancient beast was hidden.

A domineering momentum made the atmosphere in this hall depressing.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man frowned, grabbed Yang Tingting's shoulders and quickly retreated.

The other party actually condensed a martial arts murderous aura, which was definitely not an existence that he could contend with.

He didn't expect that in a small Jianghai City, such a master would appear, and he had to go back to report the news.

In fact, the middle-aged man was wrong, it was not the Xuan Qi condensed by Yang Pojun, but a special momentum possessed by the exercise he cultivated, the Dragon God Decision, which was easy to give people an illusion.

At this moment, the corners of Yang Pojun's mouth hooked up and sneered: "I want to run, it's too late!" ”