Opening Six Maids

Chu Ci looked at Tulu who was glaring at him, and sneered, "If the look in your eyes can kill, then you almost mean it."

Natulu's eyes were more angry, he twisted his neck, and made a sound of creaking knuckles.

"Our rules on the grassland, boxing power is king!"

"do you dare!"

Chu Ci chuckled lightly and asked curiously, "What is the king of fist?"

Natulu grinned, showing white teeth.

"You and I stand opposite each other, taking turns out of punches, whoever lasts until the end is the winner!"

After Natulu finished speaking, he clenched a fist with one hand and punched his chest a few times.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The voice was low like thunder.

Looking at Chu Ci with sullen eyes, Tulu shouted in a deep voice, "Dare you?"

Chu Ci pondered for a moment and asked, "Don't fight back?"

Natulu shook his head, and the teeth of the beast on the braid swayed back and forth.

"no!"

"Only the strongest prairie man can be called the king!"

Chu Ci couldn't help but said, "It's a silly rule."

Na Tulu's face suddenly stiffened, and after recovering, he shouted, "Weak Central Plains, do you dare to accept the challenge of a strong prairie man!"

Chu Ci looked at the angry Natulu and chuckled, "You guys can't come to martial arts?"

"Okay, come on!"

Natulu grinned when he heard the words, shook his neck and said, "Central Plains, I will let you punch first!"

"Ha ha···"

Chu Ci chuckles, "Seeing you are so polite, then I'm not polite."

In the lobby on the top floor, Chuci and Natulu stood opposite each other, separated by an arm's length.

Chu Ci raised his hand and squeezed his fist, and asked aloud, "Did you really let me punch first?"

Natulu punched his chest with his fist, "The strong prairie man disdains your advantage!"

Chu Ci smiled, shook his head and sighed, "That's really a pity."

"You are afraid that you have no chance to punch."

Natulu raised his hand to tear open the leather armor of his upper body, revealing a strong body full of scars.

"The strength of the prairie man is not what you can imagine!"

"Come on!"

After speaking, Natulu took a few big breaths.

Boom boom boom...

A series of sounds like bowstring trembling came from Natulu.

After just a few breaths, Tulu's height was abruptly raised by a few inches!

The blue veins on his forehead violently, the big blue veins all over his body wrapped around Natulu like a fishing net, making Natulu look like a devil from hell!

Not far away, Fairy Qingyun and Saihanram watched the upcoming duel in the field.

Fairy Qingyun fell on Chu Ci's body, gentle as water, not worried that Chu Ci would lose.

Saihanram looked at Natulu and said to Fairy Qingyun aloud, "Natulu is the most powerful warrior on the grassland!"

"The Body Strength Gu has been promoted to Tier 7, even a Tier 8 powerhouse can't break Natulu's defense in a short time!"

"Chuci, he is defeated!"

Fairy Qingyun was silent for a moment, and said in a leisurely voice, "If you have a way to save your life, get ready as soon as possible."

"I'm afraid he will be beaten to death by Chu Ci!"

Saihanram was stunned when he reacted, Chu Ci's fist had already smashed towards Na Tulu's chest.

The fist kick started very slowly, and it seemed unremarkable.

But as Chuci's fist gradually approached Natulu, gusts of wind and thunder gradually came from the void.

Saihan Ram looked at Chu Ci's fist, his eyes condensed suddenly.

I saw that Chuci's fist gradually burst out with golden brilliance, and purple smoke lingered around the fist, faintly forming an arc-shaped gas mask.

This punch really looks like the rising sun!

With irresistible majesty, to destroy everything, he slammed Natulu's chest heavily.

"Turu, be careful!"

Saihan Ram only had time to remind.

boom!

A heavy roar resounded throughout the entire HSBC Building.

The violent wind swept through the lobby on the top floor, blowing the windows on all sides.

"Drink! Ha—"

Natulu gave a sullen voice, almost crushing his silver teeth.

Under the heavy blow of Chu Ci, the **** muscles on Tulu's chest were broken!

Muscles and ribs dent a fist face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, the leather armor of Natulu's heart burst, and the whole person smashed the wall and flew out in an instant.

Chu Ci retracted his fist and looked at the humanoid hole that was smashed by the Tulu. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Hey! It looks like a sturdy man, why can't you help it?"

"Natulu!"

Saihanram came back to his senses, screamed, and rushed out along the hole.

Chu Ci took Ju Qianyi to the hole and looked outside.

Natulu flew out of the HSBC Building, and flew ten feet away in mid-air without any loss. Then he fell heavily on the street and slid more than ten meters away.

When Chu Ci saw this, he laughed, "Hey, I'm flying far enough."

Ju Qianyi held Chuci's arms, her eyes were slightly bent, and she smiled and said, "Master, is he dead?"

Chu Ci shrugged and smiled, "Who knows, it depends on his fate."

"Let's go."

Chu Ci took Ju Qianyi and left the HSBC Building.

Saihan Ram rushed out of the hole, tapped the cornice of the HSBC Building with his toes, and the people had already flown towards Natulu, who was flying out of the way.

It's a pity that Saihanram did not fly as fast as Tulu.

After Natulu fell on the street and slid for more than ten meters, Saihanram caught up.

Saihanram looked at the terrifying fist marks on Natulu's chest, didn't dare to reach out to help, and could only shout, "Natulu, how are you?"

puff!

The big blue-black tendons on Natulu's body dissipated, and a mouthful of purple-black bruises spurted out of her mouth.

"Ahem..."

Natulu opened his eyes, turned his head slightly to look at Saihan Ram, and opened his mouth to mutter.

"Broken, all broken!"

Saihanram understood that Natulu meant that all the organs in his body had been shattered by Chu Ci's violent fist!

A look of worry flashed across Saihanram's face, and he hurriedly said, "Naturu hold on!"

"I will save you!"

After speaking, Saihan Ram put his left index finger in his mouth, and gave his silver teeth a bite.

A wound appeared on the tip of Saihanram's index finger, and blood poured out in an instant.

Saihanram didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly used his blood-stained index finger to draw a sketch on Natulu's chest.

After a while, Saihan Ram's face turned pale and stopped.

A strange pattern stained with blood appeared on Natulu's chest.

Saihanram ignored the wound on his index finger and stretched out his thumb to press the center of Natulu's eyebrows.

"Modok, Samos, Alaya lord..."

Saihanram opened his mouth to recite the witchcraft.

In the next second, Natulu's chest glowed with red light, and the strange patterns outlined by blood slowly submerged into his skin.

"call···"

Seeing this, Saihanram finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly sat on the ground.