Sure enough, how could the crowd that had fallen into a frenzy allow someone to step over their heads, and those who immediately reacted would grab the unknown object on their heads.

Drunk Qingfeng frowned slightly, his toes were connected, and his feet were as flexible as butterflies dodging this person's hands, sweeping over the top of this person's head at a very fast speed, and jumping on top of the head of the previous person, who could only be squeezed between them by the crowd and could not move.

"Cut, he's lucky, but it won't be so easy later." The young man pursed his lips in disappointment, but still gloated.

With an extraordinary reaction, the drunken breeze finally penetrated most of the crowd, but what followed was exactly where the whole audience was stuck, as if crossing a certain line in front of him was entering the battlefield.

As if it was drawn into two worlds by a line of nothingness, Drunk Qingfeng's body tensed, his feet did not stop, and he flew directly into the battlefield.

"Hmph, look for death!" Sure enough, the moment he entered the battlefield, a large hand full of stiff muscles sprang out from his side and struck directly at his feet.

Drunk Qingfeng had a solemn face, and there was no unwise way to use the fancy footwork just now to dodge this hand, that kind of fancy thing can only play those small roles that have no strength, for the person in front of him, it is more real that a hard punch fell from the sky and smashed the past.

Boom!

The pure flesh collision actually set off a wave of qi, and under this elegant light skill, the drunken and clean flesh became useless.

Now that it has been used again, Drunk Qingfeng's originally clear mind began to be a little overwhelmed by the hot blood.

No matter that he has been dragged into this whirlpool, and immersed in the pleasure of the person in front of him.

The man looked taller than Drunken Qingfeng, who was much bigger than ordinary people, and the muscles all over his body exuded a bronze light, like steel wrapped around his body, like a devil's muscular man.

Originally, he pinched a little ant to death at will, but in the end he found out that this little ant was a hidden Hercules, this is the feeling of the devil's flesh man at this time, it was a very happy thing to meet a few people who could have a hard time with him, but this situation is a little annoying and embarrassing.

The devil sneered and clenched his fists, making a terrifying sound of joint friction, "Hehe, I'm just using three points of strength, don't be complacent!" ”

The devil muscle man frantically slammed into the face of the drunken breeze with a straight punch, simple and direct, without a trace of hesitation, and a fatal blow. This is the life creed of the devil muscleman, and of course it is also reflected in his boxing skills, there is no fixed routine, and the pursuit of the ultimate killing effect has a striking similarity with some modern fighting techniques.

I have to say that this kind of boxing is very terrifying, if ordinary people can use their eighty percent of their strength with each blow, it is very good, and he is a martial artist who is good at fighting.

But every blow that the Devil Muscle Man pursues is 100 percent, even 12 percent powerful, coupled with his endless overdraft of everything to exercise his body, every punch like this is a fatal blow, extremely terrifying.

Drunk Qingfeng frowned, he is also a person who likes fitness, it can be seen from his figure, but in his exercise method, this way of hurting himself is what he hates the most, what he likes is exercise that can maintain his body, this is called fitness.

In his opinion, this kind of practice that only pursues the muscles of the body is a crooked and evil way, and it is not worthy of being called exercising the body at all, but should be called mutilating the body.

So the disgust in Zui Qingfeng's heart and the firmness in his heart made him blurt out, "You ...... It doesn't deserve to be called fitness at all! ”

Drunk Qingfeng left foot forward, right foot bent backwards, left hand to protect his head, right hand from behind to front of him, he felt that in his excited mental state, he actually had an illusion, as if a small warm current was generated in his body, quickly turned around the whole body and punched, and finally gathered on his right fist.

An incomparably standard straight punch actually met the powerful fist of the devil muscle man first, as if it was played back in slow motion, and both fists brought a wave of air fluctuations, but obviously, the fist of the drunk breeze was faster than the fist of the devil muscle man, as if a needle had pierced a balloon, and it was as if a car had crashed into a sponge at full speed.

This fist directly discounted the fist of the devil muscleman, and rushed unstoppably into his hard face, and the devil muscleman was directly knocked out by the unstoppable fist, knocking down a row of people along the way before stopping.

Drunk Qingfeng gasped, obviously he didn't feel good with this punch, he looked at the devil muscle, he had fainted, foaming at the mouth and a mixture of blood, and if you looked closely, there were still some broken teeth mixed in.

Drunk Qingfeng's head only came to his senses at this time, he was still in a very dangerous situation, and with the punch just now, he seemed to be hollowed out, and now he was just barely supporting, and anyone who came would kill him effortlessly.

His heart seemed to have missed a few beats, and Drunken Qingfeng pretended to be calm and looked to the side.

......

Drunk Qingfeng actually found that the people next to him were looking at him in horror, and when he glanced at the past, they all avoided it and didn't dare to look at each other. Even though there were countless people crowding behind him, the line between him and the devil muscle man was always automatically separated by the crowd, and everyone fled to the opposite place where Drunken Qingfeng was standing with a more crazy appearance than when they had just gone crazy.

Drunk Qingfeng's face was cold, and there was still the blood left by the devil muscle man or other people or himself, plus the foil of the fallen devil muscle man, plus the suffocating body shape, like a terrifying devil crawling out of hell.

But he silently kept a cold sweat in his heart, and now in this situation, he didn't know how to end it, if he let them know that he was just the end of the crossbow, he would be torn to pieces in an instant, he had no doubt about this.

Just when Drunken Qingfeng was dripping in cold sweat, the weird three people outside were still staying there and watching the excitement, originally they couldn't see the situation in the field clearly with their standing, Drunk Qingfeng fell into the crowd, and the young man also shouted in surprise, but the terrain where they were standing was relatively high, so when everyone avoided Drunken Qingfeng, it was obvious that it could be seen.

At this time, the middle-aged man sighed: "Sure enough, it was a person with strength, and he defeated that person in a few moves, no wonder he ignored us." ”

The young man snorted coldly, obviously unable to refute the middle-aged man's words.

In this black crowd, there are several obvious 'holes', and there are more or less people standing in them, and it is one of the 'holes' that the drunken breeze falls into, and the devil muscle man is the only one standing in it.

Drunk Qingfeng had also seen this situation a long time ago, so he chose to avoid these weird 'holes', but what he didn't expect was that the devil muscle man couldn't get used to what he was doing, so he rushed over directly and wanted to take him down.