Meng Xiang's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand and touched his chest full of bandages.

Last time, he was kicked by Lin Hao and broke his ribs. It will take at least two months for the broken bone to heal.

New hatred and old hatred, he has long hated Lin Hao.

Lin Hao was disdainful and spoke indifferently.

"Meng Xiang, you brought three bodyguards to block me, you are too naïve. ”

Although the three bodyguards were burly and tall, the energy in their bodies was scattered.

After breaking through the sky, they are a beginner-level martial artist, a scum with less than five combat strength.

Meng Xiang sneered with a sly face.

"Hehe, these three people are here to collect your body. Lao Tzu knows that if you learn the ancient martial arts boxing method, the bones of the iron bear's hands have been crushed by you.

Therefore, I specially invited a master to deal with you.

Lin Hao, you're dead!"

Expert?

Lin Hao's eyes froze, and he looked at the Land Rover again.

At this point, the door opens.

A middle-aged man walked out slowly.

Bald head, Chinese face, about forty years old.

Lin Hao noticed that the middle-aged man's temples were slightly bulging. In martial arts novels, people with such appearances are all martial arts masters, and they are particularly strong in horizontal kung fu.

"Master Feng, you must help me kill him. When I'm done, I'll ask you to go to the best big sword!" Meng Xiang flattered, and bowed his hand at the man.

Today, it's a great opportunity!

Killed Lin Hao and buried him in this wilderness. The custodian is unaware, the ghost is unaware, and no one can find out.

At this time, Long Ling'er reminded.

"Master, Feng Ye's strength is a mid-level martial artist. Kill him, and you can increase your dragon qi by a lot!"

Lin Hao nodded silently and looked at Feng Ye carefully.

The energy in this person's body, as thick as a thumb, circulates through the limbs and bones, and is very active.

The Black and White Crow, like him, is also a mid-level martial artist. However, the strength of the two of them is obviously much weaker than that of Feng Ye.

"It seems that he is a fierce rival!" Lin Hao sighed.

On the other side, Meng Xiang was triumphant and laughed.

"Haha, Lin Hao, why don't you speak, are you scared stupid?

Feng Ye is the top master of Taiyue Sect, one hand is enough to clean up a small hairy shrimp like you. ”

It turned out that after the listing of Meng's enterprises, their assets increased nearly 100 times.

For the sake of safety, Meng Yi spent a lot of money and invited Feng Zhihong of Taiyue Sect to protect the safety of the Meng family.

Supporting ancient martial arts masters at home is very popular in the rich circle.

You know, ordinary bodyguards can deal with five or six gangsters.

If you encounter a killer who is extremely vicious and wields a knife and a gun, ordinary bodyguards will not be used.

The ancient warriors are very different.

For example, Feng Ye - Feng Zhihong, the realm is a middle-level martial artist.

The power of his outburst, breaking through a thousand catties, can crack the steel plate and break the stone tablet.

If the energy is circulating and the muscles and blood are protected, ordinary guns will not be able to kill him.

At this time, Feng Zhihong stared at his falcon-like eyes and glanced at Lin Hao.

Immediately, he shook his head, disappointed.

"Hey, I thought the surname Lin was such a powerful person. This kid is only seventeen years old at most.

In him, I didn't find any martial artist's strength.

I'm afraid, he's not even a low-level martial artist. ”

Today, Meng Xiang grinded hard and deceived Feng Zhihong here.

It turned out to be ...... Let him teach a student a lesson.

After learning the truth, Feng Zhihong frowned angrily.

If it weren't for his good temper, he would have turned around and left.

is also a master of Taiyue Sect, but now he wants to kill a teenage doll.

If this matter spreads to the ancient martial arts circle, Feng Zhihong's old face will be lost.

In addition to being disappointed, Feng Zhihong sighed.

"Well, seeing that you are young, I will let you die a happy death. ”

As he spoke, Feng Zhihong's palm spread out, and there was an extra copper ball.

The material of this copper pill is the essence of copper that has been tempered for thousands of years, and it is heavy and hard.

Feng Zhihong once used it to penetrate the shell of the bulletproof car and kill the people in the car.

"This deadly copper pill can instantly pierce the heart, and you will die a happy death!

Boy, go in peace!"

Feng Zhihong's voice was indifferent.

It seems that Lin Hao has become a dead corpse in his eyes.

With a wave of his palm, he threw a copper pellet violently.

'Whoosh-'

The life-killing copper pill was as fast as lightning, and with a sharp sound that broke through the sky, it flew towards Lin Hao.

Then, Feng Zhihong turned around and prepared to get into the car.

Collecting corpses?

This kind of thing should be handled by the bodyguards.

However, Feng Zhihong's leg had just taken a step. Behind him, Lin Hao's joking voice came.

"Big bald, how can you litter?

Even if you can't hit the children, it's not good to smash the flowers and plants!"

"Huh?"

Feng Zhihong was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly turned around.

found that Lin Hao's hippie smile was still standing in place.

", Lao Tzu's life-killing copper pill, within 100 meters, there is no missing bullet. How can this kid still be alive?"

"Are you looking for this?"

Lin Hao spread out his palm, and there was a golden copper pill in his palm.

Meng Xiang saw this scene and was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

"I'll go! Feng Ye is in Taiyue Sect, but he is one of the best secret weapon masters.

Lin Hao actually caught ...... His deadly copper pill!"

Feng Zhihong's eyes were solemn and said, "It seems that I underestimated you just now." Being able to catch my life-killing copper pill proves that you have the strength of a mid-level martial artist.

You are only sixteen or seventeen years old, and you have reached the middle level of martial arts, which can be called an ancient martial genius.

In that case, I will use the Taiyue Sect's Zhen Sect Martial Arts, 'Yue Song Changquan', and I will meet you for a while!"

Yue Song Changquan belongs to Taoist boxing.

Its fist style, simulating the image of the pine of Mount Tai, opens and closes, the speed is fast, and the strength is fierce.

At this time, Feng Zhihong shouted violently, his arms staggered, like an old pine coiled roots.

The joints of the arms immediately made a 'crackling' crisp sound, like popping beans in an iron pot.

'Yue Song welcomes you!'

Feng Zhihong swung his fist with his straight arm and attacked first.

Above the fist, wisps of white air were faintly visible, swirling and whirling.

Three bodyguards stood nearby, dumbfounded.

They are all retired special forces, who have practiced martial arts, learned grappling, and know a little about ancient martial arts boxing techniques.

"Feng Ye's arm is protected by qi, it is already as hard as iron, he will die if he touches it, and he will die if he touches it!"

"Taiyue Sect's Zhenpai boxing method is famous for its quick attack, and it is well deserved!"

"The kid surnamed Lin will definitely not be able to stop it. ”

It's too late, it's too soon!

Feng Zhihong's footsteps were like flying, and he rushed in front of Lin Hao in an instant.

The right fist is swung down, the left fist is hooked, and the two fists have become a strangulation momentum!

"Good boxing, it's a pity...... Your speed is slow. Lin Hao shook his head.

After the dragon blood quenched his body, his perception was far beyond that of mortals, and he immediately discovered the flaws in Feng Zhihong's fist technique.

Then, Lin Hao also stretched out his hands, pressed his left palm, and raised his right arm.

In the eyes of outsiders, his movements are undisciplined and not martial arts at all.

Feng Zhihong saw it, but his face changed greatly.

Because, his offensive line was completely blocked by Lin Hao's palm.

'The guy surnamed Lin actually saw through my fist, he ...... How?'

Immediately afterwards, Feng Zhihong's fist suddenly hurt, as if it had smashed into a 10,000-ton steel plate.

An unstoppable, surging force pushed him away.

Feng Zhihong's footsteps were unsteady, and he retreated more than three meters away, and he could stand firmly.

An old face is already terrifying!