Seeing the "visitors from hell" approaching step by step, Katyusha and Sissi, who were squatting on the ground to support Li Mei, showed a look of fear and did not dare to look at her. Although he is their savior, his identity is unknown, what if he also harbors evil intentions? Besides, he looks too strange and ugly, and his methods are cold and bloody, who is not afraid when he sees it?

Only Su Guo'er stood up hesitantly, and her tear-stained little face showed a confused look. It seems that the puppy smells the kind and warm breath of the owner, and the girl hears the voice of the lover, but at first glance it is not the familiar person, and wants to advance and retreat, and wants to talk and rest.

The black man quickly avoided Su Guo'er's gaze and hooked his hand at Charlie Cao.

The short crooked nut with a blue nose and swollen face was beaten into a fat pig's head, and he bravely straightened his chest. Who called him the only male in the small group? The girl stepped forward hard, bowed respectfully ninety degrees, and after bowing a big bow at 90 degrees, her mouth kept purring, about saying some words of thanks, and changing several Chinese languages.

The big man was too lazy to listen to the crooked nut's rambling, and impatiently took a big step forward, stretched out his left hand to hold the back of his neck, but pressed his right palm down on his face and rubbed it.

The people who fled far away to the highway started their vehicles, and a few others stood on the side of the road to look out, and their eyes almost rolled out at the sight.

Oh my god, is a big man forcibly touching a small man's face in a public place, is it considered a hooligan?

Charlie Cao danced with his hands and whined in his mouth, like a little chick pinched by his neck, struggling to move.

Katyusha and Sissi glared angrily, wanting to step forward to help, but worried that Li Mei would fall down as soon as they let go, and sighed bitterly.

Su Guo'er didn't understand what they were doing, so she stared at the "Visitors from Hell", and her face became more and more confused. She frowned slightly, as if she was struggling to think about something.

Fortunately, the big black man only held down Charlie Cao's face and rubbed it for three or four seconds, and then slapped him on the chest and right waist. That's exactly where he was kicked by the thin man, and the shoe prints are still there.

Charlie Cao's body trembled twice, and after being released, he jumped three feet high on the spot, refreshed, and even the bruises on his face disappeared.

He stepped forward with open arms, as if he wanted to give the big black man a warm hug. The big man pushed him away expressionlessly, pointed at a few girls, and spit out a few words in his mouth, probably to help them heal.

Charlie Cao returned happily and explained excitedly, but the more he spoke, the slower he became, and in the end he didn't know how to say it. The girls also showed embarrassed expressions and bowed their heads and remained silent. The reason is very simple, Charlie Cao is a man, and it is nothing to be rubbed and touched by another man in public, but they are women!

Seeing that they were still hesitant, the big black man was hesitant, his figure flashed, and he quickly circled behind Su Guo'er, Katyusha, and Sissi, and slapped them on their vests.

The three of them straightened up, their eyes showed surprise, and their spirits immediately improved a lot, and the bold Katyusha even moaned happily. It's just that because she was not carefully treated with her face held down like Charlie Cao, the bruises on her face did not subside significantly.

The big man ignored them and walked gloomily towards the barbecue stall owner and his wife.

The middle-aged stall owner seems to have a strange ability, immune to all external influences, does not look, does not listen, still hangs down the flower and white brain, trembling hands only care about mechanically smearing the ingredients, smearing a skinny little fish into a chubby "mummy". His wife clutched a handful of bills and cowered back.

The big black man swept the couple in disgust, and kicked them out of the way with his flying legs. However, the strength was not heavy, and the two of them were still able to struggle to get up, obviously not breaking their arms and legs.

Dahan picked up a bucket of pure water and walked back, moved a stool and put it on it, and squatted down in front of the demented Li Mei.

"Hmph, what kind of ability is it to bully the weak?"

Seeing this scene at present, Yanagi Jingyun snorted disdainfully.

"Liu Shengjun, you can't say that. As the operator of a barbecue stand, it is your responsibility to protect the safety of your customers. They did not stop it, did not dissuade it, and did not report it to the police, completely aiding and abetting the abuse. They look pitiful, just because they have no ability to do evil. ”

Fu Peng hurriedly distinguished the other party.

"Hehe, they deserve it, but that big black man is not a good person. I studied in the capital of China and understand Confucian culture. A gentleman's hair is a symbol of restraining oneself and refraining from immorality. If you look at the man, his hair is messy like a weed, which shows that he behaves unscrupulously and doesn't care about other people's eyes at all. In Confucian parlance, it is the absence of virtue. The greater the ability of an unvirtuous person, the more serious the harm. ”

"Ha, it's a shame that you've only been in Huaxia for a few years. If you keep staying, the monks will probably wave a big stick to drive you away. According to you, they have no hair on their heads, isn't that a lack of virtue?"

"Fu, you look very protective of that person. I'm sure he's from Huaxia, could it be that in addition to you, Longtang has infiltrated a group of masters?"

"Yanagi-kun, I really don't have any impression of this person. Judging from the power he released just now, the spiritual power far surpasses you and me, but the aura is not strong, and it is probably only at the level of the primary hall or the second level of qi refining. Judging from the power created by jumping off the building, this person is sharp and strong. But the opponent is too weak to force his hole cards. ”

"Hehe, Fu, you are not honest, Wang Gu said it left and right. However, you didn't take the opportunity to say that he was the bodyguard of those girls, which means that you know their details very well. Indeed, such a big master is enough to suppress one side, and it is impossible to become a bodyguard for the caretaker. In today's play, I don't know which side he is a pawn. Is it because of righteous indignation, or is there a plan? He didn't leave immediately after saving people, and it seems that he doesn't mind singing a big show...... Forget it, it's better that I don't know much about the secrets of the Federation, it's easy to get on the ship and difficult to get off the ship...... Your analysis is correct, and I also feel that his aura is not strong. But you and me, the pinnacle of martial arts, can they be as lightly as he did, crossing into the true qi to help people heal their injuries?"

Fu Peng didn't pick up, and the two fell into deep thought for a while.

The black man is sharp, physically strong, and spiritually strong, very much like a martial arts master, but his aura is very weak. If he deliberately controlled the leakage of true qi, it was impossible. Because the threat is triggered unconsciously, in this case, it is natural that it will not deliberately control the breath in the body.

There are no such freaks in martial arts.

If it is said to be a cultivator, it is even more impossible.

First of all, he didn't cast a spell. Secondly, it was tantamount to imposing the spiritual power of Yun Yangzi, the head of the Nanhai Sect, and the strong body of the outer sect Yu Canghai on a disciple who only had the second level of qi refining, and it was ridiculous to even think about it.

The most puzzling thing is that the black man's aura is weak, and he can actually cross into the true qi to help people heal their injuries. And he is very skillful, and the effect is immediate, and he obviously does this often.

You must know that in the era of the end of the law, the vitality of heaven and earth was lost, and there were very few spiritual qi that could be gathered and formed. Whether it is a person who practices martial arts or cultivates the truth, is it easy to meditate day and night, and work hard to absorb a little bit of the aura that is so thin that it is almost impossible to refine it into the true qi of his own body, and save a little bit of poor family foundation?

He is good, he actually spent extremely precious true qi to help people heal their wounds, and healed several of them at a time. You must know that the kind of non-serious contusion is not a big deal at all, and even if you don't go to the hospital, you can slowly get better.

This is equivalent to cutting a kidney in exchange for an Apple mobile phone, and when you look back, the local tyrant is using it to make a fuss.

Therefore, in addition to being full of doubts about the black man, the two masters of Fu Peng and Liu Sheng Jingyun also have a common emotion, sour, angry and depressed, and so crazy that they almost have murderous intentions.

His mother's, let no one live!

Liu Sheng Jingyun took the telescope from Fu Peng's hand and looked at it carefully, and hummed:

"The girl's face was cut and disfigured by the bottom of the bottle, and her muscles turned out, and she was rushed to the hospital for stitches and left a scar. I want to see how this reincarnated Hua Tuo can treat her empty-handed. ”