Su Xiaoyu sneered and didn't speak again.

Seeing this, Xiang Yu stretched out his thick right arm and stretched out to Qian Fugui and Liu Daoran's legs.

The sound of four bones breaking was heard, followed by the screams of the two.

Xiang Yu put down the two hands that grabbed them.

With two plops, the two fell to the ground, covering their legs with both hands.

"Su Xiaoyu, you are so vicious." Qian Fugui roared at Su Xiaoyu, his face pale.

Su Xiaoyu shook his head, feeling that this person was simply funny, if he hadn't asked someone to break his leg first, Qian Fugui would not have ended up like this now.

"You brought it all upon yourself." Su Xiaoyu taunted.

"You poor ghost...... Qian Fugui pointed at Su Xiaoyu and began to scold... Say foul language.

Su Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed, and his expression turned cold: "Palm mouth." ”

When Xiang Yu heard this, the tiger's eyes showed ruthlessness, and his left hand lifted the money that fell on the ground like a chicken.

Qian Fugui's face showed fear, and at this time he finally realized how stupid his behavior was just now.

"Su Xiaoyu is in the classmates, and if you have a lot of adults, you will let it ......go."

Before he finished his words, he was slapped on the face by Xiang Yupu as big as a fan, and slapped on his mouth.

Laugh at!

Under this slap, Qian Fugui's mouth and nose were bloody, his teeth fell out, and his entire face was swollen, like a pig's head.

"WOC, it's bloody." Seeing this picture, Su Xiaoyu muttered, he didn't expect Xiang Yu's palm to be so powerful.

With a palm, Qian Fugui's eyes widened a little, and he fainted, lying on the ground like mud.

Liu Daoran, who was originally next to him, was able to climb out of thirty or forty meters away in just a dozen seconds even though his legs were broken, and his desire to survive was extremely strong.

Su Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed, and he didn't intend to let go of this person, the person who had just injured his sister.

"Please also ask the strong man to catch him back." Su Xiaoyu spoke.

Xiang Yu nodded, and his figure disappeared.

With a bang, when the figure reappeared, he was carrying Liu Daoran in his hand.

Liu Daoran's expression showed fear, and he hurriedly explained.

"It's all Qian Fugui who instructed me, it's really none of my business."

Liu Daoran hated Qian Fugui to death in his heart, this person is so immortal, asking him to break the legs of people with such a deep background, isn't this pushing him into the death pit?

"Who are you? Why did Qian Fugui treat you respectfully just now. Su Xiaoyu frowned and opened his mouth suspiciously.

"My name is Liu Daoran, when I was young, I fell off a cliff and obtained a yellow-level exercise, I have been practicing for more than ten years, and I just got out of the customs a few days ago...... Now it's a yellow-level master. ”

Su Xiaoyu touched his chin with his left hand, he felt that it was a little possible, after all, the world is so big, anything strange can happen, but Su Xiaoyu still didn't believe it.

"Stop, have you read too many novels, how to say it, it's the same as the content of the novel, don't lie to me, I've read the book." Su Xiaoyu spoke.

"If it weren't for the fact that you really had this exercise, and it was still cultivated by me, your sister wouldn't have been defeated by me just now." Liu Daoran refuted seriously.

"Defeating my sister doesn't prove that you have cultivated the exercises you said, it only proves that you are really good at fighting, and you have spent ten years working this aspect of fighting."

"And look at your age, a man of thirty or forty years old, defeating a little girl of sixteen or seventeen, what do you have to be proud of?" Su Xiaoyu retorted.

Liu Daoran's expression suddenly became crazy, as if he didn't want to hear that his cultivation of the exercises was fake, he suddenly laughed, and his expression was distorted.

"There really is a Xiuzhen sect in this world, since you don't believe it, I will tell you the secret of the Xiuzhen sect, the cultivation level of the Xiuzhen sect is from low to high, they are yellow level ......"

Just when Liu Daoran wanted to continue, a syringe flew from a distance, and with a bang, it pierced into Liu Daoran's artery.

Liu Daoran's pupils shrank, and the whole person softened, motionless.

Not far away, three men in white coats stepped out of an ambulance.

A young man with glasses and a syringe launcher in his hand opened his mouth with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this citizen to be so good at catching this mentally ill person who ran out of a mental hospital."

"You say he got out of a mental hospital?" Su Xiaoyu on the side heard it and spoke in surprise.

"yes, I don't believe it." A bespectacled young man pulls out a wanted warrant from his coat pocket.

The photo on this wanted warrant is exactly what Liu Daoran looks like, and his name is still underneath.

"Does he often talk about the cultivation sect, a yellow-level master...... Sect heirs and so on. Another bloated young man, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, slowly spoke out when he looked at Liu Daoran.

"That's right, this person has been saying some inexplicable strange things since just now.

It's pretty much the same as what you said, but why is he so powerful? Su Xiaoyu nodded, and while agreeing, he expressed his incomprehension.

The patient was so obsessed with the novel that he went mad and was sent to a mental hospital.

In a psychiatric hospital, he often claimed to have been given a copy of the exercises.

Every day in the hospital, he hit stones and trees with his fists, and ran around the hospital carrying stones.

You say he's so skilled, maybe that's why. The bloated young man explained.

"No wonder." Su Xiaoyu sighed, you have to do everything moderately, otherwise you will be too addicted to something, and you will be easily delirious and a little confused.

"Alright, you can leave this patient to us." The bespectacled youth spoke.

"Of course." Su Xiaoyu nodded.

However, as if he had thought of something again, he said, "Wait"

"What's the matter?" The man in a white robe and glasses stopped his movements when he tied Liu Daoran to a white bench and fixed it with a rubber band.

"He is also Liu Daoran's accomplice, they should be friends, this person can't also run out of a mental hospital, right?" Su Xiaoyu pointed to Qian Fugui, who fainted to death on the ground.

The bloated young man in a white robe groaned and nodded very cautiously.

"There is this possibility, Xiao Chen, tie him up and send him to a mental hospital." He turned to look at another man in the same white coat, but with a thin build.

"Holo." The skinny man answered.