Ode to the Dragon

"Huang Feihu, you are presumptuous!" Fang Zhong immediately stood up behind him and played the role of a valet, sternly scolded and said: "Mr. Chu is a distinguished guest of our Fang family. If you still admit that you are a disciple of the martial arts league, please release me quickly, or I will tell my grandfather that you can't afford to take it away --"

having said that, Fang Zhong was very worried. He was just a dandy, facing Huang Feihu, a martial arts master You can imagine the pressure of a great master. It's just to stand up to him.

Sure enough, Huang Feihu was spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, disdaining to laugh and scold: "I thought it was who, it turned out to be Fang's son, ha ha -"

"little guy, maybe your grandfather Fang Zhentian is qualified to break my wrist with me, as for you?" Huang Feihu gave a grim smile and slapped Fang Chong on his face. "How far are you going? How far are you going?"

"You -"

Fang Zhong covered his bloody cheek and gritted his teeth, but he dared not speak up.

In front of him, as the Grandmaster of wuzongwu District, Huang Yaowu is not qualified?

"Ha ha ha, boy, this is your dependence, this is your strength? What a joke. "

Huang Feihu slapped Fang Zhong and was more confident. He was proud and pointed out to Chu Feng: "now I'll give you a chance to kneel down, kowtow and make amends, and watch how I played with your woman. Maybe I can show mercy and spare your life --"

Huang Feihu held his head high, just like the God overlooking all living beings, It's easy to step on everything.

He brushed his chest with the tiger's head badge, which symbolizes strength and status. In the moonlight, the fierce tiger roared and was even more domineering -

a group of disciples of the Wumeng had already been excited and excited. They wanted to pay homage to Huang Feihu on the spot.

At this time, Chu Feng finally combed the makeup for Tang Sisi. He turned his head and just dropped a light sentence: "did I let you talk?"

This, this is his -

"boy, you. Ma. Want to die --"

Huang Feihu suddenly puffed his lips, his whole body momentum soared, with a blow, as if he could split the air.

This fist has made countless disciples of the martial arts league excited. Zhan Hu Quan, Huang Feihu's unique home watching skill, is said to be a gift from his 9000 year old family.

With this set of boxing, Huang Feihu broke through the martial arts master's realm in two years and became a supreme minister!

In his lifetime, it's a great honor to see a master of martial arts become famous with his own eyes.

"Kneel down."

Roar -

in a flash, Huang Feihu was like a bird in shock. His huge body slammed down on the ground. The dust was flying, and the concrete floor was full of holes more than half a fist deep. A human shaped groove was clearly visible.

This, this -

all the people present, their facial frenzy was gradually replaced by shock, and they looked at everything in front of them in disbelief -

"son of a bitch, I will kill you -" Huang Feihu roared.

Boom -

just after standing up for half a step, he was quickly pressed down and fell on all fours, like a lost dog.

Bang Bang -

this repeated seven or eight times. Every time Huang Feihu tried his best, Chu Feng just played down his hand and could easily push him down.

Once or twice, you can barely use the sneak attack and get away with the explanation.

But now, seven or eight times, it's all like this -

that can only explain one problem - Huang Feihu is far from Chu Feng's opponent, far from it!

Sisi -

after reaching this conclusion, the scene was dead in a moment.

Huang Sheng's hand immediately clattered, as if he had fallen into the hell of Jiuyou, shouting, "it's over."

The children of Wumeng are even more stupid. Huang Feihu, the invincible master of Wudao, is like a dead dog. He has no backhand power!

Fang Zhong was even more shocked and excited. He knew that he had made the right move!

"Now you know what I rely on?"

Chu Feng fingers a bend, Huang Feihu suddenly like a dead dog, black and blue, difficult to get up from the ground.

His face with shock, with fear, with incredible, but only - no fear!

"I admit that your strength is far more than me, I can't beat you, but, so what? I'm a member of the Wumeng. In the world, no one dares to challenge the Wumeng!"

Huang Feihu raised his head and glared at Chu Feng, making the badge in front of his chest twinkle even more, just like a kind of faith, which can bring him infinite power——"No matter how strong you are, can you be more powerful than nine thousand years old? No matter how strong you are, how dare you fight with eight million children of Wumeng?

"Dare you? Do you have the guts? Do you have the strength? "

Huang Feihu's chest is straight, his words are strong and his pride and strength can be heard by anyone.

Wumeng, nine thousand years old!

In the world of martial arts, this is not only a gold lettered signboard, but also a noble sword. Who dares not to follow the orders of the world?

"Nine thousand years old?"

However, Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and carried his hands, as if remembering something in the past:

"Wei Zhongxian, an old eunuch, danced happily after I retired --"

Huang Feihu's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at Chu Feng, dumbfounded, as if he heard the most rebellious thing in the world.

More than one hundred disciples of the Wumeng, with their faces as if they were earth colored, took in the cold air voice one after another -

this guy -

How dare he call nine thousand years old like this?