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The mustard was pulled out by Lin Hao with a collar. It took a lot of effort to get rid of it. His cheeks were red. At first sight, it was an embroidered pillow, but he yelled at Lin Hao angrily: "do you know who you are facing?"

"Who?" Lin Hao turned his back and did not look at the two men nearby. He pretended to be confused and asked, "are you the legendary eight character General Hu Xuzhuang? Or the general with the embroidered moustache? "

"You That small white face angry face green red cross, fiercely stare at Lin Hao, "I'm the third son of the Duan family, Duan Yile! How dare you speak ill of me, you hillbilly

Lin Hao put out his hand and said in surprise: "ah, I've never heard of it. You must have made a fool of it?"

Duan Yile glanced at Tixiu beside him and said in a fierce voice: "you two are useless. Don't tie him up quickly and relieve me of my anger!"

The two men immediately held out their hands, one on the left and one on the right, and Lin Hao didn't struggle. They let them stand out of the restaurant and went to a secluded alley under the gaze of the public.

"Hum, what you say is very powerful. As a result, it's still a waste to be slaughtered?" I'm tired of twirling my moustache. I'm not even proud of my work

"I can see that you haven't settled the bill of the restaurant, but you've had a big meal." Lin Hao was not in a hurry. He looked at the moustache with a smile. "He put me out to fight. How? Is the Duan family so poor that they can't even afford a broken restaurant? "

"You can only say something beautiful now." Duan Yile snapped his fingers at the two men, with a gloomy smile on the corner of his mouth. "Break all his bones, peel them off and throw them into the street, so that others can see the strength of our Duan family!"

"That won't do." Lin Hao suddenly cut in.

Then he stretched, as if no one else broke free from the shackles of physical training, and a little bit of the ground, gently jumped up, his feet had stepped on the left shoulder of physical training.

With just one more step, the big eight foot man immediately softened his legs and knelt down on the ground with a plop. His eyes were already white, and fell down like a pool of soft meat without bones.

Another physical education practitioner saw this situation, and his face turned white. He didn't care about the master moustache. He quickly urged his spiritual power to cover his whole body. He wanted to make a living with his hard Qigong.

But where can a physical training who has not even reached the Wu Emperor be strong?

Lin Hao's toes were not touched on the ground, and his Sabre had not come out of the sheath half a minute. His fingers were in the air, and a wind had instantly condensed and formed. He quietly pierced the air, directly broke the heroic spirit of the physical practitioner, and penetrated his chest.

In less than ten seconds, both of them lost their breath, leaving only master Duan Yile, who was still standing shivering and scolding Lin Hao vaguely.

"I, I can tell you, I'm the third son of the Duan family. If you dare to move me, I --" Duan Yile watched Lin Hao walk towards him step by step. Wearing a white robe was like the impermanence of the soul. What's more, he began to stammer and didn't say a word for a long time.