City Dragon System

Chapter 27 Taiyue Feng Zhihong

Meng Xiang's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to touch his bandaged chest.

Last time, he was kicked by Lin Hao and broke his ribs.A broken bone would take at least two months to heal.

New enmity added to old enmity, he has long hated Lin Hao to the bone.

Lin Hao dismissed it and spoke calmly.

"Meng Xiang, you just brought three bodyguards to block me, you are too naive."

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

After breaking through the sky, they are just junior warriors, scumbags with less than five combat effectiveness.

Meng Xiang showed a cunning face and sneered.

"Hey, these three people are for you to collect the corpse. I know that you have learned the ancient martial arts, and you crushed the bones of Iron Bear's hand.

So, I specially invited an expert to deal with you.

Lin Hao, you are dead! "

Senior?

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

At this moment, the door opens.

A middle-aged man came out slowly.

Bald, square face, about 40 years old.

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

"Master Feng, you must kill him for me. After I'm done, I'll invite you to get the best big sword!" Meng Xiang bowed to the man as if to please him.

Today is a great opportunity!

Killed Lin Hao and buried him in this wild forest.It is kept unnoticed and unnoticed, and no one can find it.

At this time, Long Ling'er reminded.

"Master, Master Feng is a mid-level martial artist. If you kill him, you can increase your dragon energy a lot!"

Lin Hao nodded silently, and looked at Master Feng carefully.

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

Black and white double crows, like him, are also middle-level martial artists.However, the vigor of the two of them was obviously much weaker than that of Master Feng.

"It seems that he is a strong enemy!" Lin Hao sighed.

On the opposite side, Meng Xiang laughed triumphantly.

"Haha, Lin Hao, why don't you speak, are you frightened out of your wits?

Master Feng is the top expert of the Taiyue Sect, one hand is enough to clean up a small shrimp like you. "

It turned out that after the Meng family company went public, its assets increased by nearly a hundred times.

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

It is very popular in the wealthy circle to support ancient martial arts masters at home.

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

If you encounter a vicious killer with a knife and a gun, ordinary bodyguards are useless.

Ancient warriors are quite different.

For example, Lord Feng——Feng Zhihong, is an intermediate martial artist.

When he erupted, his strength broke through a thousand catties, and he could crack steel plates with his fists and break stone tablets with his palm.

If the energy flowed and the muscles and blood were protected, ordinary guns would not be able to kill him.

At this time, Feng Zhihong stared at Lin Hao with falcon-like eyes.

Immediately, he shook his head, disappointed.

"Hey, I thought Lin was such a powerful person. This kid is only 17 years old at most.

In him, I didn't find any vigor of a warrior.

I am afraid that he is not even a low-level warrior. "

Today, Meng Xiang tricked Feng Zhihong here.

The result was... let him teach a student.

After learning the truth, Feng Zhihong frowned in anger.

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

Anyway, he is also a master of Taiyuezong, but now he wants to kill a teenage doll.

If this incident spreads to the Guwu circle, Feng Zhihong's old face will be lost.

Disappointed, Feng Zhihong sighed.

"Forget it, seeing that you are young, I will let you die quickly."

With that said, Feng Zhihong spread out his palm, and there was an extra copper ball.

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

Feng Zhihong once used it to penetrate the shell of a bulletproof vehicle and kill the people inside.

"This life-threatening copper shot can penetrate the heart in an instant, and you will die more quickly!
Boy, go at ease! "

Feng Zhihong's voice was indifferent.

It seemed that Lin Hao had become a dead body in his eyes.

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

'Whoosh—'

The life-threatening copper ball was as fast as lightning, flying towards Lin Hao with a piercing sound.

Then, Feng Zhihong turned around and was about to get in the car.

Collect the body?

It's better to leave this kind of matter to the bodyguards.

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

"Big bald head, how can you throw things around?
Even if you can't hit the children, it's not good to smash the flowers and plants! "

"Ok?"

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

But he found that Lin Hao was still standing there with a playful smile on his face.

"Fuck, Lao Tzu's life-killing copper ball, within a hundred meters, is perfect. This kid, how can he still be alive?"

"You looking for this?"

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

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiang was so startled that his eyes almost popped out.

"I'll go! Master Feng is one of the best concealed weapon masters in the Taiyue Sect.

Lin Hao actually caught...his life-threatening copper pill! "

Feng Zhihong looked solemnly, and said: "It seems that I underestimated you just now. Being able to catch my life-threatening copper ball proves that you have the strength of a mid-level warrior.

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

That being the case, I will use Taiyuezong's township martial arts - 'Yue Song Changquan' to meet you for a while! "

Yue Song Changquan belongs to Taoist boxing.

Its boxing style imitates the image of the Taishan pine, wide open and close, fast and powerful.

At this time, Feng Zhihong yelled violently, crossing his arms, like old pine roots.

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

"Yue Song welcomes guests!" '

Feng Zhihong swung his fist with straight arms, attacking first.

Above the fist, wisps of white air currents could be faintly seen, circling and circling.

The three bodyguards stood by, dumbfounded.

They are all retired special forces soldiers who have practiced fighting, learned how to capture, and know a thing or two about ancient martial arts.

"Master Feng's arm is protected by energy, it is already as hard as iron, if you touch it, you will die, if you touch it, you will die!"

"Taiyuezong's Zhenpai boxing method is famous for its quick attack, and its reputation is well-deserved!"

"The kid surnamed Lin will definitely be unstoppable."

It's too late to say, then soon!
Feng Zhihong's footsteps were flying, and he rushed to Lin Hao in an instant.

The right fist is swung down, the left fist is raised, the two fists are already strangling!

"Good boxing skills, unfortunately... your speed is slow." Lin Hao shook his head.

After the dragon's blood tempered his body, his perception was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he immediately discovered the flaws in Feng Zhihong's boxing.

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

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

When Feng Zhihong saw him, his expression changed drastically.

Because, his attacking route was completely blocked by Lin Hao's palm.

"The one surnamed Lin actually saw through my fists, how...how did he do it?" '

Immediately afterwards, Feng Zhihong's fist suddenly hurt, as if it had hit ten thousand tons of steel.

An unstoppable, turbulent force pushed him away.

Feng Zhihong's footsteps were unsteady, and he fell back more than three meters, barely standing still.

An old face, already terrified!
(End of this chapter)