Reborn daughter against the world

Chapter 42 Who Did He Provoked?

"Come on, let's make a quick decision." Leng Qianxun didn't mind.

"Stinky boy, if you want to die in such a hurry, then I will help you." The thin and tall man thought that the fat man was not sensitive enough because of his body, so he was taken advantage of by the other party.

If these two tricks are used in front of him, he will definitely be able to escape.

Taking the initiative to attack, his skills are indeed much faster than the fat man, and he matches very well with the stuttering man next to him.

The two are on the left and the right, and the division of labor is clear. If one party changes its position, the other party will immediately make up for it.

This tacit understanding came about after years of polishing.

The thin and tall man is taller, so when Leng Qianxun fights with him, he has to guard against the sneak attack of the short stuttering man.

After a few rounds, the two sides were evenly tied.

Leng Qianxun's palms were already covered with a thin layer of sweat, not because she couldn't stand it anymore, but because she just started to warm up now.

A sprint that turned around and fled made the other party mistakenly think that he was going to run away, and immediately chased after him.

Little did she know that she didn't run two steps, Leng Qianxun turned around gorgeously, her body was suspended in mid-air, her two feet flew out at the same time, and kicked the two chests that were rushing towards her justly.

"Bah! Bah!"

The tall, thin man and the stuttering man lost their center of gravity after being kicked, lying on the ground unable to move.

As they fell, the water in the chest cavity was sprayed out.

"Yo... it hurts... it hurts the baby to death."

The pain in his chest made the man who stuttered couldn't help crying out.

And the thin and tall man lying on the side, because of his relatively high momentum, was also seriously injured.

At this moment, he felt the fear of death, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and there was still a warm current flowing from his throat to his mouth, and he tried his best to suppress it, but he couldn't exert any strength.

"Poor!"

A mouthful of blood spilled on the ground, making the eyes of the only man in the vest standing there sink.

There were four of them in total, and within a short while, three of them had already been dealt with by the other party.

Who did Master Hua's nephew offend?

At this time, the seemingly weak boy was not panting, and a pair of three still looked calm and breezy.

"Come on!" Leng Qianxun raised an eyebrow at him, and after solving this, he can go home for dinner.

"Hmph!" The man in the vest snorted coldly, and without talking nonsense, he used his sect's snake fist, ready to fight.

"Huh? Are you the golden rooster independence in yoga?" Leng Qianxun had seen Bai Huixin do this pose at home, and asked casually.

The serious face of the man in the vest collapsed in an instant, and he couldn't even stand still.

What yoga?What golden rooster is independent?
This is a very powerful snake fist, okay?
I don't know if he did it on purpose or not?
The man in the vest instantly felt that this action was a bit weird.

In the end, he changed to another posture to avoid being ridiculed by the other party again.

A praying mantis leg, extremely domineering, with both hands open, wanting to fly.

"Well, this looks much better." Leng Qianxun rushed out without giving the other party a chance to calm down.

The man in the vest at this time is indeed the boss, and he is several grades better than the three of them.

Whether it was his attack or defense, Leng Qianxun couldn't find any flaws.

This can only show that his set of exercises has been honed over the years and left by the world.

At this time, his moves were extremely fierce, and he approached Leng Qianxun step by step.

"Brother, what is your technique? It looks so powerful."

Leng Qianxun was forced out of breath by him, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"If you beat me, I will tell you naturally."

The man in the vest had no intention of communicating with him more, because the other party would often say that killing people is not worth their lives.

(End of this chapter)