Bang.

Lin Fanfeng's light punch unexpectedly erupted with a landslide-like power in an instant.

Under this force, Yuan Leng's face suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly became horrified, he could feel that this was pure physical strength, and he did not use the slightest artistic conception of the grandmaster.

"Without using the Grandmaster's artistic conception to exert force, the strength of the pure physical body can be equal to me, how is this possible?"

Yuan was stunned and shocked.

If there is one person's strength, then with the help of the grandmaster's artistic conception, it can be multiplied.

But Lin Fan can match him with the strength of his body, this power is too terrifying, right?

But the next second, he felt how ridiculous he was.

As soon as the thought flashed, Lin Fan's strength was raised again, more than doubling it.

Becoming a purple creep, and then fusing dragon blood, Lin Fan's simple physical strength is enough to crush an ordinary grandmaster.

Yuan Leng was a year ago, even if he used the artistic conception of the grandmaster, what could he do?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, the Chinese martial arts for thousands of years, no one has ever been so terrifying with the power of the pure flesh."

Yuan Leng's face turned pale and shook his head again and again.

"The ignorant are meaningless, and the frog at the bottom of the well will not know the world outside the well."

Lin Fan sneered, and the power of the blow also reached its peak, crushing towards Yuan Leng like a tsunami.

"No!"

With a click, Yuan Leng's face twisted and screamed, followed by the stunned gazes of countless people, and slammed into the glass of the small living room.

Bang.

With a loud bang, the tempered glass of nearly three centimeters shattered instantly, and Yuan Leng flew out directly upside down and smashed into the hall below, trembling all over.

His bones, at least no less than thirty, were directly shattered by Lin Fan's punch.

"I told you you weren't worthy."

Lin Fan walked to the edge of the living room and looked down at Yuan Leng below, like looking at an ant.

Yuan Leng looked at Lin Fan with a dull gaze, without the slightest look, only an endless void.

His self-confidence, his dignity, and his pride were instantly trampled under Lin Fan's feet.

He was like a lonely frog at the bottom of a well, looking at the mouth of the well, thinking that he was unparalleled in the world, but he didn't know that he was a mouse.

Thinking of this, Yuan Leng couldn't hold back any longer, and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

This moment.

Many people shivered, and a chill jumped from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads, and they felt numb.

"The Yuan family's grandmaster has been defeated."

"Lin Fan only punched him, and he was defeated and had no power to fight back."

Many people swallowed their saliva, is Yuan Leng not strong enough? No, Yuan Leng's strength is very strong, and ordinary grandmasters not only can't please him in his hands, but he is often beaten and parried, which is obvious to all in the imperial capital.

And now he is defeated.

This can only show one point, it's not that he is too weak, but that Lin Fan is too strong.

What kind of demon is this? Horror like this at the age of eighteen?

Not only the guests at the bottom of the hall, but even the old people in the small living room were stunned.

"Yuan Leng was blasted out with a punch like this? Don't even have the power to fight back? ”

Yuan Kaixuan's old face stood stiffly in place, completely dumbfounded at this moment.

Yuan Leng flew over his head just now, and he still felt like a dream.

Not only him, but also Zhu Lao, Deng Lao, and Su Lao, all of them were stunned.

Lin Fan could blast Yuan Leng away with one punch, didn't that mean that their own grandmaster couldn't stand Lin Fan's punch?

What's more, not every one of them has a grandmaster.

If Lin Fan really goes to visit one by one tomorrow, then they are still playing fart!

This special punch was directly punched by Lin Fan//come.

Thinking of the arrogance of this group of old men, he looked directly at Zhong Weiguo.

Many of them were participants in the Lin family back then.

If Lin Fan really went to visit one by one tomorrow, they would bear the brunt.

Moreover, they came to build momentum for the Zhong family today, and now that it is like this, the Zhong family should also express its position.

However, Zhong Weiguo was still in a state of confusion at the moment, and it seemed that he still didn't want to believe that Yuan Leng was blown away by Lin Fan's punch.

And He Ziming, who was beside him, stared at Lin Fan even more deadly, with a look of vigilance, no longer as relaxed and freehand as before.

Defeating Yuan Leng, he can also do it, but he can't do it like Lin Fan.

"Dad." Zhong Jiazheng coughed lightly, and Zhong Weiguo reacted at this time, and countless eyes fell on him at this moment.

He knew that if he didn't make a statement today, this person's heart would be scattered in the future, and it would be difficult to let these people contribute to the Zhong family.

He glanced at Lin Fan, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then said, "Ziming, give him a lesson." ”

He Ziming nodded and walked towards Lin Fan: "You shouldn't make Zhong Lao angry." ”

He Ziming's face was full of anger.

When Zhong Weiguo rescued him from the pile of dead, he followed him.

So he doesn't have the surname Zhong, but he doesn't regard himself as an outsider to the Zhong family.

For the Zhong family, the person he cares about the most is Zhong Weiguo.

At this moment, Lin Fan's behavior had obviously angered him.

"I'll break your legs and throw them out."

"Someone said that before, and now he's still lying there."

Lin Fan chuckled.

"I'm not him."

He Ziming seemed to disdain to argue with Lin Fan, and with a lift of his feet, he seemed to have crossed seven or eight battles, and appeared directly in front of Lin Fan.

He turned his fist into a palm, and it slashed down directly like a hand knife.

Wow.

The artistic conception of the grandmaster condensed into a gang, and a white line could be seen floating under the hand knife, as if it could cut through the air, making a piercing friction sound.

"Grandpa He made a move, this time he was dead." In the hall, Zhong Mingjie looked up expectantly.

The eyes of countless people fell on Lin Fan, wanting to see how he could deal with this knife that was more powerful than Yuan Leng.

Then I saw that Lin Fan was still calm and raised his hand lightly.

Bang.

It was another simple punch, and He Ziming's hand knife suddenly seemed to be blocked, and it stopped in mid-air, not falling a little bit.

"How is this possible?"

Zhong Mingjie let out an exclamation, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Not only him, but countless people were also stunned.

Then I saw that under the punch, it was as strong as He Ziming, and he flew out directly.

Bang.

There was another loud bang, which also smashed the glass, and He Ziming smashed not far from Yuan Leng.

"Impossible, I'm stronger than Yuan Leng, how could I be blown away by a punch?"

He Ziming went crazy.

He thought that even if he couldn't beat Lin Fan, he would be able to protect himself, but now it seems that everything is too much for him.

Lin Fan stood in place, shook his head and said lightly: "This is the difference between you and him?" In my opinion, you're just more rubbish than him. ”

As soon as these words came out, many people were stunned.

He Ziming is stronger than Yuan Leng, and these words are undoubtedly the greatest trampling on him.

"Poof."

Almost the moment the words fell, He Ziming spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He tried to move and get himself to his feet, but found that the skeleton could not support the weight of his body at all.

This moment is known to all.

He Ziming's bones were also shattered.

It was even more thorough than Yuan Leng's shattering.

As soon as he made a move, he abolished the two great masters.

With a bang, many people shuddered and looked at Lin Fan.

(End of chapter)