"Xiao Luo, save me, he hit me. ”

As soon as the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu saw the man come in, she hurriedly shouted.

Her face was full of grievances, pretending to be really like she had been beaten by Hong Feifan.

"Grass! My Nailuo's mother dares to beat me, boy, your sister's life!

As soon as the man's voice fell, his right hand formed a fist and struck at Hong Feifan.

Hong Feifan caught a glimpse of Nailuo's finger joints with thick hard bumps, and it seemed that he was a practitioner who often boxed.

Hong Feifan snorted disdainfully, and lightly dodged the opponent's fist that hit him in the face.

Nailuo's punch missed, his brows furrowed, he shouted, and the second punch hit Hong Feifan again.

Hong Feifan dodged away lightly.

After Nai Luo's two fists missed, he didn't stop, his hands formed a fist, and his left and right fists took turns to hit Hong Feifan.

His punches were fast, and Hong Feifan dodged faster.

Hong Feifan deliberately did not make a move, blindly dodging, the purpose was to play with the other party and consume the other party's physical strength.

Nai Luo is a master of martial arts, and he is rarely famous in China.

He has won a number of martial arts competitions, and his best record is to finish third in the national fighting competition. In the fighting competition held in Huacheng, the best one was to win the championship.

Half a year ago, I also challenged a self-proclaimed master Tai Chi fighter and knocked out the opponent in less than two minutes. At this time, Nailuo was full of ambition and ignored many martial arts people. thought that in the entire Huaxia, there were no more than three people who could defeat him.

Since his mother was one of the shareholders of the Lu Group, she arranged for him to be a deputy manager in the Lu Group.

Although he is an assistant manager, he is just an idle position, in charge of some unimportant work in the group.

His ambition is not to make a difference in his job, but to become a national and even global champion in martial arts.

A few days ago, he went to other places to participate in an exchange meeting of a fight club, and he just came back, and he didn't know much about Hong Feifan.

The reason why the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu dared to instigate her son to make a move was that she knew that her son was a fighting master and would definitely be able to knock Hong Feifan down.

In her eyes, the few security guards who were knocked down by Hong Feifan were definitely not her son's opponents.

At this moment, she saw that only her son punched, she couldn't see Hong Feifan punch, she only saw Hong Feifan dodge, thinking that Hong Feifan was beaten by her son and had no chance to fight back, and it wouldn't be long before she would be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

A smug expression appeared on her face.

However, what she didn't know was that after her son threw more than ten punches in a row, he didn't even touch Hong Feifan's clothes at all. What she didn't know was that Hong Feifan was deliberately consuming her son's physical strength, not that there was no chance to fight back.

Na Luo was shocked in his heart, he had defeated the fists of countless so-called fighting masters, and he didn't even touch the opponent's clothes.

If he can make it to the top three of the national fighting competition, he will naturally not give up so easily. Despite throwing so many punches and not being able to touch his opponent, he was not discouraged. The fists continued to be struck, and the feet were kicked out in turn.

The fists and feet are added, and the figure flickers.

The people present hid to the sidelines, quietly staring at the two people who were fighting. No one made a sound, no one whispered, and some even held their breath and were stunned.

Naluo saw that he had thrown so many punches and kicks, and still hadn't touched the opponent's clothes, and the confidence in his heart began to waver.

As soon as the confidence is shaken, the punches and feet become a little messy, and the speed is not so fast.

Hong Feifan is such a master, he can see the slight change in his opponent. What's more, for him, Naluo can only be regarded as a fighter who has just entered the stream, and he is still far from the master in his mind, and he has already seen the changes in Nailuo's boxing, footwork and speed.

Enough play, it's time for the other person to lie down.

Hong Feifan thought and suddenly punched.

The right fist is struck with lightning speed.

Nailuo has been on the offense, and Hong Feifan has been in the dodge, what he never expected was that Hong Feifan would suddenly punch while dodging.

The moves are so strange and the punch speed is so fast that Nailuo doesn't have time to react at all.

"Poof!"

Hong Feifan's right fist hit Na Luo on the left side of the face.

Nalo didn't have time to scream in pain when Hong Feifan's left fist hit him on the right side of the face.

Hong Feifan's fists were like fans, and each punch hit Na Luo's face.

Naroh's head was shaken like a rattle. His head was staring straight up, and he had lost the ability to fight back.

Suddenly!

Hong Feifan kicked in the air and hit Na Luo in the chest.

Nalo suddenly flew backwards like a kite off the line, and the whole person hit the wall behind him, and then slid to the ground.

His consciousness was so confused that he almost fainted.

If he hadn't been a practitioner, he would have fainted a long time ago.

"Little Luo ......"

The middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu ran over with a scream.

The others were stunned, and their eyes moved from Na Luo's body to Hong Fei Fan, and from Hong Fei Fan to Na Luo.

"Why are you so heavy?"

At this time, Long Zhuoyao walked to Hong Feifan's side and said in a low voice.

I could hear that there was a hint of reproach in her tone.

Hong Feifan glanced at Long Zhuoyao, and said in a deep voice disapplauded: "It's okay if I don't kill him, this is still a heavy shot?"

Long Zhuoyao was speechless for a moment.

The middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu squatted beside Na Luo and was slightly relieved to see that her son was not dead. She suddenly turned her head and shouted at Hong Feifan like crazy: "The surname is Hong, you ...... You dare to hurt my son, I ...... I've fought with you......"

She shouted, stood up, and wanted to rush towards Hong Feifan, but when she saw Hong Feifan's gloomy eyes, she was immediately deflated and didn't dare to step forward.

She didn't move, but Hong Feifan did.

Hong Feifan slowly walked towards the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu, with an indifferent expression and a cold gaze.

The middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu had never seen such a cold gaze, and she vaguely felt that Hong Feifan's eyes had murderous intent, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill in her heart. Where did she dare to move forward, her body did not obey the call to retreat, but she took less than two steps back, and was blocked by the wall behind her.

"Didn't you say you were going to fight with me? Why did you retreat?" Hong Fei said coldly.

The middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu showed a frightened look and did not dare to speak.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

Suddenly, there were several slaps in the face.

No one could see clearly how Hong Feifan made a move, only saw that the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu had a few more slap marks on her face after the slap in the face.

Because Hong Feifan's speed was too fast, the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu didn't have time to feel pain when she was beaten.

After Hong Feifan retracted his hand for a few seconds, the middle-aged woman surnamed Qiu felt a burning pain on her face.

She screamed in pain, covered her face with her hands, and before long, she cried out loud.