Chapter Forty-Eight: An Roshan
Just now, Luo Shanghao has already tested it. The person in front of him is definitely not something he can deal with.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Continent, I don't know how many generals, martial arts, great martial arts, and even martial artists from inside and outside the continent have gathered. Although he is the number one person in Tianshui County, he is nothing in this Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Continent.
Luo Shanghao couldn't help but breathe, and it was just to deal with the third prince of General Tiele's mansion. Instead of challenging those martial arts masters whose strength is unfathomable.
"Hehe, where did Wang Badan come from, when he went to Wanguanlou, he didn't even know Lao Tzu, and he dared to do it. Looks like I'm going to give you some color. ”
An Tieluan smiled hideously, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.
"Boom!"
As soon as An Tieluan stepped out, the ground under his feet buzzed and vibrate, as if it weighed a thousand catties. Before Luo Shanghao could react, he saw the space collapse, the wind was mighty, and a fleshy big iron fist was burning with raging flames, passing through the space, and instantly appeared in front of him, smashing it like a meteorite.
Before the iron fist fell, Luo Shanghao felt his breath suffocated, and his feet immediately became several times heavier, as if a mountain had been pressed on his body.
"Not good!"
Luo Shanghao's face changed: "Yin Fire Yang Fu!"
It's not that he hasn't met a strong man at the level of a general, and it's not that he hasn't fought against someone of this level. Iron at the beginning