Chapter 22: Fighting

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In the distance, Ah Zhong, who was still struggling with whether to take care of the young master, didn't have time to see what was happening in a hurry, and a figure clearly came into his eyes, which was from Ah Zhong's consciousness of years of life and death.

Throwing down the newspaper in his hand, Ah Zhong brushed it like green smoke and disappeared in place, and the next second he suddenly appeared directly and suddenly beside Zheng Dashao who was covered with blood, and stretched out his hand to check the young master's injury, fortunately, the injury was not too serious, but it looked scary on the surface.

"Woo, Uncle Zhong, you have to stand up for me! That, that kid beat me," Zheng Dashao struggled to get up and cried, pointing to Yang Fan who was comforting his sister in the distance, covering his mouth with one hand, coughing up a mouthful of blood from time to time.

"This friend is too much, is it!Can you use such a heavy hand on an ordinary person?" Ah Zhong stood up and stared at Yang Fan with an expressionless face.

"Oh, oh, did I shoot too hard?" Yang Fan comforted his sister, turned to look at the straight man in front of him, and sneered. "If it weren't for the fact that he was an ordinary person, a joke, you thought he would still be there intact?"

"So, don't you plan to turn a big thing into a small thing, and a small thing into a small thing?" Ah Zhong reminded out of kindness, he thought to himself: "As long as this young boy who is not weak can be soft, he can help him settle this matter as much as possible, but now it seems that he is a villain in vain!"

"That's up to you! I don't care, but we'd better be okay. Yang Fan said with a pointed gaze, turned around and pulled Yang Xin out.

"Stop, do you want to leave like this after beating people?" Ah Zhong stopped Yang Fan's brother and sister with an arrow step

"Oh, I almost forgot, don't you just want medical expenses?" Yang Fan touched his head and pretended to be stupid, and hurriedly took out a small amount of money he had just earned yesterday from his wallet and handed it to Ah Zhong.

Ah Zhong looked at the money handed over by Yang Fan, his face was dark and ugly, "Fuck, I treat Lao Tzu as a fraudulent!" Ah Zhong thought to himself.

"What, you're still too little? I deliberately controlled my strength just now, your injury is not serious, and it will only cost one or two hundred medical expenses to go to the hospital, I have already given enough, do you want to follow you." Yang Fan looked at Ah Zhong's gloomy face intently.

Yang Fan stuffed the money into Ah Zhong's hand, waved his hand to open Ah Zhong's arm, and walked out.

"You can't just leave!" Ah Zhong was anxious, "If Yang Fan is allowed to leave easily, he will not have his own good fruit to eat." ”

"If you don't go, won't you be able to wait for you to invite us to lunch?" Yang Fan completely pulled his face down at this time, and first signaled his sister to stop the taxi first.

"You injured my young master, you have to go back with me and give an explanation. Ah Zhong pointed to Zheng Zhicheng, who was helped up by Xu Liang and glasses in the distance, and said, "If you don't go, you and your family may ----- in the future."

"Yo! Are you scaring me? To tell you the truth, I don't care who else that kid moves, hum, as long as he or his family dares to touch me or my sister a finger, then it's not just a matter of vomiting blood, although I Yang Fan doesn't like to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of things, today's incident, who is right and wrong, you know it in your own heart, as for it!" Yang Fan pouted: "Your young master teased my sister, angry with me, and I also got the money." Call it a day. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, your brothers and sisters must go back with me today!" Ah Zhong was told by Yang Fan, his face couldn't be hung up, he simply tore his face, and stretched out a pair of rough big hands without saying anything, grabbing Yang Fan.

His eyebrows were raised suddenly, and Yang Fan squinted into his small eyes, and the essence of light flashed. Originally, I was very annoyed that kid was teasing my sister, but at this time, seeing that this was a bit reasonable, he put his pen to the big man, obviously to give himself a good look. Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion, and his originally loose body became as straight as a pine at this moment, instantly mobilizing the huge strength accumulated in his body.

Ah Zhong grabbed Yang Fan's arm with both hands and twisted it in reverse. He used the authentic fighting grappling technique in the army, with the technique of his former king of soldiers, as long as the ten fingers touched any part of the opponent's body, then the next moment was an instantaneous counter joint, grabbing the enemy and grabbing people, and never missed.

In Yang Fan's opinion, this Ah Zhong is tall, and his hands are also full of calluses, obviously a master who has been trained hard, but unfortunately this time his opponent is himself. After all, since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has never been an ordinary human being in the true sense of the word. No matter how hard he tried, Yang Fan's arm did not waver in the slightest.

Seeing that he couldn't counter Yang Fan's young man, Ah Zhong immediately turned around and kicked Yang Fan's knee joint.

Snorted coldly, Yang Fan shook with one arm, and the big man who clasped his arm tightly, and the whole person was immediately thrown out by him.

Ah Zhong is also clever, a pigeon turned over in mid-air, landed on one foot flexibly, and kicked down with the other foot, swishing the whole person bullied up, and turned his hand into a knife, a hand knife slashed at Yang Fan's neck, bent his knees into a bow, and slammed into Yang Fan's chest.

Yang Fan, who was staring at Ah Zhong, snorted and did not speak, but there was a look of disdain in his eyes. Although most of the battles between the people who practice qi cultivation are higher or lower than the mana, the magic is mysterious, and even the magic weapon flying sword or something, but the physical body as the foundation still needs to be tempered diligently, so Shui Jun used the secret medicine to practice and enhance Yang Fan's physique. In addition, Yang Fan himself has already stimulated his essence and condensed his mana, which can also be said to be a natural divine power, and the dragon and tiger are added. How could a mere mortal be his opponent.

After brushing it, before Ah Zhong could see how the person in front of him disappeared, Yang Fan suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, and with a flick of his fingers, Ah Zhong suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and it rained blood in mid-air, flying straight forward for more than ten meters, smashing heavily into the green belt of the experimental road middle school, and struggling for a long time before he barely got up.

"What are you all doing there-hey-hey, hey, hey, don't beat him up for me---!" With his elbows propped up, Zheng Zhicheng straightened up with difficulty, and shouted hoarsely at the group of thugs he had just called Xu Liang to call: "Kill him - kill him for me, reward 10,000 for scrapping an arm, reward 20,000 for breaking one of his legs, kill him, whoever kills him, I'll give 500,000, hey, hey!"

Immediately, there was a rush of noise, and more than a dozen thugs were in the car that had just driven and took out their special tools for fighting. Steel bars, steel pipes, baseball bats, and machetes rushed towards Yang Fan in a roar of scolding.

"Brother-!" Yang Xin stopped a taxi, and as soon as he ran back, he saw a group of people brandishing murder weapons and pounced on his brother, and immediately let out a terrible scream. But the next moment, Yang Xin was completely stunned by the scene in front of her, looking at her brother's body dancing in the crowd, Yang Xin once thought that she was dreaming.

I have long known that my brother has been fighting very well since he was a child, and in junior high school, he had a glorious history of beating all three high school boys who bullied her into the hospital, but this time, Yang Xin saw her brother fight for the first time in her life.

I can't imagine how my brother's little arms and legs work, like a sudden gust of wind, and the dozen or so people who rushed towards my brother didn't even have a real sense of contact with my brother's body, and they were smashed out by the eldest brother with a fist. The ground was full of the dozen or so thugs who were curled up and screaming on the ground like shrimp.

"Don't come—don't come—!" Seeing that the thug he called was instantly opened like Yang Fan cutting melons and vegetables, even the most powerful uncle Zhong next to his grandfather couldn't go through two tricks in Yang Fan's hands, Zheng Dashao's eyes were full of horror when he looked at Yang Fan.

Squatting in front of Zheng Dashao, who was stunned and frightened and fell down, Yang Fan pointed to Zheng Zhicheng's pale face and said, "Boy, this is just a small lesson, don't let me see you harassing my sister again, otherwise-!" Yang Fan didn't continue, but snorted lightly in his nose. In order to enhance the deterrence of his words, Yang Fan secretly took out a water gathering talisman and waved it casually to the open space next to Zheng Dashao who was lying.

For a moment, Zheng Dashao only felt that his whole person was run over by the air wave generated by the explosion, like an eighteen-level hurricane sweeping over his body. In front of him, less than half a meter in front of him, a hole with a diameter of two or three meters and a depth of one meter suddenly appeared.

His heart was throbbing wildly, beating violently like a rumbling drum that made his capillaries burst one by one. At that moment, Zheng Zhicheng's eyes were dull, his muscles trembled like chaff, and he desperately opened his mouth and sucked in the cold air, but the fear that came from the depths of his soul was so heavy, and he unconsciously exuded a foul smell.