Seeing that Li Xuedong was going to come forward to fight against Zheng Heihu for her, Han Baiyu hurriedly grabbed his arm and shook his head and said, "Xuedong, no, you are not his opponent, he is a master who has learned ancient martial arts, I can't let you get hurt!"

Li Xuedong smiled: "How do you know if you don't try." ”

After speaking, Li Xuedong walked up to Zheng Heihu and stared at him indifferently.

Zheng Heihu looked at Li Xuedong and found that he was only in his twenties, and he looked quite civil, no different from those college students on the street.

An opponent like this, let alone a fight, Zheng Heihu believes that just one punch can knock him to the ground.

Zheng Heihu swept Li Xuedong with contemptuous eyes, the corners of his mouth were grinning, his arms were clasped in front of his chest, and he looked down on people: "Boy, have you watched too many movies about heroes saving beauty, and you dare to pretend to be a hero in front of Lao Tzu, stone, you come over and teach him a lesson, let him know how bad he is!"

A sturdy man with a flat head and a big and thick man stood up in response, and also didn't take Li Xuedong in his eyes, and came up and punched him in the face.

"Xuedong, be careful!"

Han Baiyu and Mu Ziqin saw that this stone was a cut taller than Li Xuedong and tall, so they hurriedly reminded in fright.

Seeing that the two beauties cared about this little white face at the same time, Zheng Heihu snorted coldly and ordered towards the stone: "The stone will hit Lao Tzu hard, and first knock down the nose bone of this little white face!"

For ordinary people, the punch thrown out by the man called the stone is quite lethal, but for Li Xuedong, it is like the wind blowing on his face, and he doesn't feel anything.

Of course, Li Xuedong is not a person who allows the evil wind to sweep his face, and his temper is not so good.

When the stone's fist struck, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and with a click, the stone's wrist was broken, and then he made up for it, kicking the stone directly.

The body of more than 200 pounds of stone flew out like a cannonball, and the two horses blocking the door fell to the ground, groaning and groaning.

Zheng Heihu saw that the strongest thug under his command was actually knocked down by the little white face, his face was covered with iron blue, he turned his head and glared at the stone, and scolded hatefully: "Waste, you can't even beat a fucking little white face, what's the use of asking you to fuck!"

Zheng Heihu waved his hand to let his subordinates stand farther away, he twisted his thick neck left and right, made a creaking sound, two fists as big as a casserole hugged each other, and the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer: "Boy, I really didn't see it, there are two hits, but if you think I'm the same as that waste, you're very wrong, Lao Tzu has studied ancient martial arts, do you know what an iron sand palm is?!"

Zheng Heihu's two hands covered with black calluses were raised, exuding a strong aura on his body, and he was indeed an ancient martial arts master.

Li Xuedong has seen the introduction of ancient martial arts in the miscellaneous articles of the ancient medicine of the eight walls, there are many ancient martial arts sects in China, and their strength levels are divided into yellow ranks, Xuan ranks, earth levels, congenital, acquired, etc., the man named Zheng Heihu in front of him learned the ancient martial arts school is an iron sand palm, and its strength is the middle stage of the yellow order, which is equivalent to the middle level of Qi cultivation of a cultivator.

Zheng Heihu stretched out his palms, and the two palms covered with black calluses were immediately dark red, as if they were burned by the flames, exuding an extremely strong aura.

Seeing this scene, Mu Ziqin was afraid that Li Xuedong would be injured, so he hurriedly dragged his arm and persuaded: "Xuedong, don't fight him, you can't beat him, the matter here is none of your business, you should leave quickly, otherwise you will die here!"

Han Baiyu's two most elite subordinates died under Zheng Heihu's hands, she didn't want to see someone die to save her again, and said excitedly: "Xuedong, I can understand your intentions, you helped me twice, but this time I really don't want you to get hurt, I believe that Zheng Gang Master will definitely not stop you from leaving!"

Zheng Heihu showed a smug look on his face, slowly withdrew his two iron palms, and said with an arrogant smile: "Of course, since Gang Leader Han and Mr. Mu spoke, of course I will give you face, this kid will not embarrass him if he wants to leave, as long as he kowtows to me three times and calls me grandpa, you can get out." ”

"Look for death!"

Li Xuedong's face was stunned, two cold lights shot out, his body flashed, and he pounced towards Zheng Heihu.

Zheng Heihu didn't expect Li Xuedong's speed to be so fast, his expression was violent, and he immediately showed a ruthless look, and his two iron palms suddenly stretched out, and a powerful force bombarded Li Xuedong.

In the face of the menacing iron palm, Li Xuedong did not dodge at all, stretched out his index finger with his left and right hands, and stabbed down against the two iron palms.

Flutter!

Flutter!

Two sounds that seemed to tear sounded, Zheng Heihu felt unbearable pain in the palms of his palms, looked down, and found that the two iron palms he was proud of had been pierced with two blood holes.

Li Xuedong's two index fingers of both hands pierced the palms of the iron palms and presented them in front of Zheng Heihu.

When Li Xuedong withdrew his fingers, Zheng Heihu let out a heart-rending scream.

Raising his hands and watching the blood keep flowing out of the palm hole, Zheng Heihu showed an expression of disbelief, the iron sand palm he had practiced hard for more than 20 years was actually broken, and it was also broken by a young man about twenty years old with only two fingers.

"Impossible...... How could such a thing be discovered?!"

Zheng Heihu still didn't react from his shock, he stared at Li Xuedong in horror, even if this kid started practicing from his mother's womb, he was only twenty years old, how could he be able to beat him, all this was like a nightmare.

Han Baiyu and Mu Ziqin also opened their dark eyes wide, and their delicate faces were full of shock, they didn't expect the confrontation between Li Xuedong and Zheng Heihu to end in such a way.

Mu Ziqin stared at Li Xuedong with a conscriptive expression, feeling that he was familiar and unfamiliar, just like a combination of people's surprises, which would bring her unexpected things every time.

Zheng Heihu didn't believe that Li Xuedong would have such strength, let out a beast-like roar, and waved his palm at Li Xuedong again, wanting to see if it was a coincidence just now.

Without waiting for Zheng Heihu to rush in front of him, Li Xuedong raised his right foot and kicked him in the abdomen, kicking him backwards for three or four meters, and finally fell directly to the ground, holding his abdomen with both hands, and making a groaning sound.

Han Baiyu and Mu Ziqin looked at each other with a worried expression, and their faces had long been replaced by festive smiles.

Zheng Heihu felt as if this kick was going to kick and blow up his internal organs, and it hurt his heart.

It wasn't until Zheng Heihu felt that the pain in his abdomen had subsided slightly, and he was horrified to find that his martial arts dantian had been kicked to pieces, and this kick had directly destroyed his skills for more than twenty years.

"Ahh......h

Zheng Heihu saw that his martial arts that he had worked hard for more than 20 years were abolished, his face became hideous and fierce, and he was about to glare at Li Xuedong angrily, but when he saw that his eyes were dark, his face hit the floor directly, Li Xuedong's right foot stepped on Zheng Heihu's head, and his eyes said coldly: "I not only want to abolish your skills, but also kill you!"

(End of chapter)