The Strongest Cultivation Small Farmer

Chapter 79 Bodyguard Yang Yong
"Let go of her? Hahaha... okay!" After laughing, Qin Tiancong suddenly pushed Yan Mengjia to the ground, then took a step forward, raised his elephant-like right leg, and stepped on it with one foot. Yan Mengjia's back.

Yan Mengjia yelled in pain, but finally held back by gritting her teeth, but her expression was extremely painful.

But before Zhao Xiaofei could speak, this Qin Tiancong took out another black pistol, pointed it at Yan Mengjia's head, and said with a smile: "You bumpkin, aren't you very proud? You continue to play for me, hahaha, I tell you, If I don’t play you two to death today, I won’t be called Qin Tiancong!”

"Then what's your name?" Zhao Xiaofei asked along the way.

"My name is... my name is..." Qin Tiancong was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he had been tricked by this country bumpkin, and immediately roared, "My name is Nimal Gobi! Fuck, little peasant, are you looking for death? Later After I killed you, this young master stripped off Yan Mengjia's clothes, and let my twenty or so brothers come and enjoy it together! Hahahaha..."

"You—you're courting death!" Hearing this, Zhao Xiaofei raised his eyes and stared at Qin Tiancong, with murderous intentions bursting out from his eyes, and his teeth gnashed.

"Looking for death? I don't know who is looking for death! Damn little farmer, I'm going to play you hard today, play you to death, hehe!" Qin Tiancong sneered, and then ordered, "Yang Yong, go up and play with this little farmer Playing, but you have to make up your mind, don't play him to death, I still want to save him, let him watch how we fuck this stinky bitch!" The stinky bitch here is naturally Refers to Yan Mengjia.

"Okay! Leave it to me!" Yang Yong responded, then took a few steps forward, came to the center of the encirclement, and stood face to face with Zhao Xiaofei.

This Yang Yong is 1.9 meters tall, with a strong body, flat black hair, a long face, and a small black beard. He exudes an invisible murderous intent all over his body.

It is this murderous intent that can make many people kneel down directly, and even some weaker warriors will lose their resistance in an instant.

But Zhao Xiaofei didn't, and still stood still, taking it calmly.

This made Yang Yong quite surprised, and said: "Boy, it seems that you still have some skills?"

"That's it!" Zhao Xiaofei said proudly, "I don't have any skills, dare I come here to save people? If you are sensible, let Miss Yan Mengjia go quickly, and you all kneel down and kowtow to her nine times, apologizing, what happened today Even if it's over, otherwise, I'll make you go all the way."

"Hehe, you are not ashamed to speak out!" Yang Yong sneered.

"I'm not brazen, I'm telling the truth, brother, if you don't believe me, you can give it a try." Zhao Xiaofei curled his lips and replied with a relaxed expression.

"Okay, then I want to see how powerful you are!" After finishing speaking, Yang Yong clenched his hands into fists, his muscles tensed immediately, and the sweat on his skin seemed to bounce out at this moment.

"Hey!" Yang Yong yelled, and he bent forward. His casserole-sized fist formed a black shadow and slammed towards Zhao Xiaofei's chest.

This blow was enough to flatten Zhao Xiaofei's chest, making him crippled even if he was not dead.

What a ruthless shot! ! !

Zhao Xiaofei's heart trembled, but he showed a sneer——

Judging from Yang Yong's speed and strength, if he didn't hide his strength, he should be a level six warrior.

Sixth-level warrior? ? ?
In Zhao Xiaofei's eyes, that was not worth mentioning.

call--

Just when Yang Yong's fist touched the clothes on Zhao Xiaofei's chest, Zhao Xiaofei suddenly turned sideways and dodged the fatal blow.

"This--"

Yang Yong was taken aback, but before he could react, his entire arm was grabbed.

"Let me go!!!"

Zhao Xiaofei suddenly exerted force, and with a ruthless swing, Yang Yong was thrown into the air.

After being thrown more than ten or twenty meters away, Yang Yong stopped, and at the same time his eyes were full of surprise. He didn't expect that he suffered a small loss because of his carelessness.

This little farmer is not easy!
"Hahaha..." Zhao Xiaofei shouted at Yang Yong in the distance, "Come on, come again if you have the ability!"

This time, Yang Yong stared at Zhao Xiaofei, not daring to underestimate the enemy anymore.

Yang Yong, a sixth-level martial artist, has grown from obscurity to the captain of the second young master's bodyguard. He won it not by words, but by fists and strength.

He has always been ruthless in his actions, not to mention those enemies, even some ordinary people, Yang Yong will kill them without error.

It is said that during these years as the captain of Qin Tiancong's bodyguard, Yang Yong lost more than 100 lives in his hands! ! !
In today's legal society, it is conceivable what a crime it is to kill 100 people.

However, Yang Yong survived, and he has lived until now, well.

There are also rumors that although Yang Yong is only a sixth-level warrior, he has already cultivated to the pinnacle of a sixth-level warrior. In addition, he has killed too many people and has a lot of hostility. He is no longer able to deal with ordinary seventh-level warriors. Next.

Even, it is possible to compete with eighth-level warriors!
Although these are just rumors, and Yang Yong has never come out to refute the rumors, but judging from the fact that Yang Yong is only a sixth-level warrior, but can become Qin Tiancong's bodyguard captain, this Yang Yong is not easy.

Sure enough, Yang Yong took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.

Facing Zhao Xiaofei who threw himself out, Yang Yong was not only not afraid, but instead grinned happily: "Hehe... I haven't fought in a long time, today, I can be regarded as meeting an opponent who can fight, kid , I hope you can inspire all my strength!"

After all, Yang Yong attacked again without saying a word.

This time, Yang Yong's speed was even faster!His fists got harder.

This Yang Yong was about to use his full strength, Zhao Xiaofei didn't dare to neglect, suddenly exerted all his strength, and the muscles all over his body suddenly swelled up, like a block of iron, strong and full of strength.

call--

Yang Yong arrived in front of Zhao Xiaofei in the blink of an eye, but the casserole-sized fist hit Zhao Xiaofei's head.

If this hits, Zhao Xiaofei's head will explode like a watermelon.

But no.

Because at this time, Zhao Xiaofei also raised his fist and blasted towards the opposite side.

The two fists finally met in mid-air.

boom! ! !
With a loud sound, two powerful forces surged out instantly, turning into a hurricane and blowing backwards to both sides.

Zhao Xiaofei was still on the spot without moving half a step, but Yang Yong flew out backwards.

Flying upside down for more than ten meters, Yang Yong finally stabilized his body, but at this time, his right fist was useless.

All five fingers were broken, blood was flowing, and there were even two or three fingers showing thick bones, which looked very scary.

(End of this chapter)