Sanctification of the physical body: starting from the wish of making explosive fists

At this moment, the middle-aged man named Yamashita, who was standing trembling and majestically facing the Sakura Dragon, was about to witness a miracle battle.

The sound of breaking the air behind him was approaching, and the corner of Sakura Dragon's mouth slightly hooked a weird smile, and then the left hand inserted in his trouser pocket was pulled out in an instant, holding the end of the steel pipe like a phantom.

With a slight effort, he pinched out five finger prints.

Although Yamashita is just an ordinary social animal, he loves competitive martial arts and his dynamic vision is excellent.

He could clearly see that the burly man in front of him was not forced to catch the steel pipe, but when the steel pipe approached, he had already placed his palm on the side of his head, waiting for the steel pipe to throw itself into the net.

And the front of the steel pipe and its mouth almost form a plane, and it can be boldly guessed that this is not an accident, but an inevitable result.

In less than a second, he pulled out his left hand inserted in his trouser pocket, and this posture was like the most domineering and deadly Juhe slash in ancient swordsmanship.

In the face of this attack method, I don't know if the helper Ten Ghosts and Snake King Horse I just found can take it.

Just when he was thinking

about it, Sakura Ryu slightly tilted his head to look at Ziyin next to him, and said with a smile: "

You go over there first and wait for me for a while, I'll deal with the trouble first."

The tone sounded very flat, but she could detect the excitement in the smile of the man next to her.

"Don't make me wait too long,"

he said, releasing his hands from his right arm and heading towards Yamashita's location.

Faced with the departure of the curvaceous back, Sakura Ryu only glanced slightly, then focused his attention on the steel pipe held flat on his chest, and then stretched out his right hand from his trouser pocket and pasted it from under the steel pipe and placed it on the left hand side.

Hold it gently, and then swiped sharply in the direction of the other side, and the heat generated by the friction in an instant suddenly caused blue smoke to rise from the surface of this steel pipe.

Sakura Long's eyes lit up, looked down at the steel pipe that had become straight, and whispered in his mouth:

"It's not polite to come and go!"

As soon as the words fell,

Sakura Ryu's body had already made a spear-throwing motion.

"The posture doesn't look very standard, not even amateur, but then again, judging by your man's physical fitness, this blow is definitely not less lethal than the previous one."

Looking at the beautiful woman walking slowly towards him, Yamashita, as a small employee of the Nogi Group, did not recognize who this beauty was at the first time, although he felt a little familiar, but did not think about that aspect, especially the woman who would appear here so early, just a social animal as conscientious as himself.

In addition, at this moment, the purple sound of the Soliu Courtyard is also a plain face, and the faint dark circles around his eyes are very conspicuous, and he subconsciously combined everything he saw before to give him a character that he thought was perfect.

The black heart company squeezed the small employees, and the beautiful social animals forced them to stay up late and work overtime, calling their men to come and take them home, but they didn't know what contradictions happened, so the scene of the two quarreling was bumped into by themselves.

With some bloody plots in his brain, Yamashita had a feeling of sympathy for the same illness, so he talked with him very enthusiastically.

"My man is very strong!"

Hearing this, the beautiful eyes of Ziyin Zhuoliu Yuan glanced at him, but found that this person's spirit changed in an instant for some reason, becoming confident and cheerful.

After thinking about his previous actions, Ziyin of the Soryu Courtyard was slightly interested in chatting, so he stopped beside him, and at the same time turned to look at the place where the Sakura Dragon was, and spoke up again;

"Mr. Yamashita, I have a fire, do you have smoke?"

However, she personally does not like to give the head of the conversation to others and respond to other people's words, so she takes up a head and slowly takes the head into her own hands.

"Ah, yes, please enjoy!"

Hearing this, Yamashita subconsciously entered a state of groveling, and bowed 90 degrees to Ziyin next to him, holding up the cigarette he always had in his pocket with both hands, raising it above his head, and said respectfully.

Reaching out and taking one out of the cigarette case in his hand, he lit it for himself, took a deep breath, and then turned to Yamashita and whispered,

"You're welcome."

Judging from his performance just now, the humble temperament that can only be formed at the bottom of the society has already penetrated deep into the marrow.

It seems that his previous guess was wrong, after all, if he had a relationship with the behind-the-scenes boss of Yamashita's company, how could he become like this.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but dissipate the subtle superior's momentum on his body.

As soon as her momentum dissipated, Yamashita, who was still respectful, suddenly had a series of question marks in his mind, why did he suddenly become like this, how could he suddenly think that the woman next to him was a big person like his president.

But before he could figure it out, a crackling sound not far away dragged his thoughts back.

Instinct looked towards the source of the sound, and his eyes widened in shock.

I saw that in the middle of the road in the distance, a huge crack appeared that almost spanned the entire street, and the crack was surrounded by traces of cracks in the ground, and cement slabs turned up from the crack.

And the culprit is the steel pipe that was straightened by the man, and at this moment the whole steel pipe has been diagonally plunged into the cement-paved ground.

The steel pipe was visually inserted into at least two-thirds.

Standing close to the steel pipe was a man with the same burly body and a fierce face.

Brushing his large shiny back, especially the several hideous scars on his face that tremble with his facial muscles, even a pair of rimless black glasses cannot hide his fierceness.

Looking down, he was wearing a wide white suit and white crocodile leather shoes. The height is more than one meter nine, and what is even more terrifying is the bulging muscles under the suit.

And the man behind him named Ten Ghost Snake King Horse, although he also looked very strong, but only one meter eight tall still looked a lot thinner in his comparison.

In particular, the muscles on the body are much worse.

"Boring little kid tricks!"

Standing in place, he twisted his neck slightly, and then bent down directly, stretched out a huge fan-like hand and grabbed the steel pipe that fell into the ground.

With a slight grip, the steel pipe in his hand was directly deformed, and then a crunching sound sounded.

The steel pipe that had been trapped in the ground was pulled up at a uniform speed with the man's palm.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked at Sakura Long, and said faintly:

"Fighting is fighting, but it can't leave trouble for ordinary people, which is against the narrow sense!"

After a while, with a clang, the steel pipe was randomly discarded on the ground.

The man continued to speak again:

"Although I don't know what happened before, as the boss of these people, I can't watch the little brother in my hands become like this and be indifferent!" This is contrary to the morality of my Fujiyama Group Hanayama Group second-generation Mehuashan Smoke! The

hearing of the sound drew cheers from all the little brothers who had already pulled the unconscious bad guys out from under the billboard.

"The boss is mighty!"

"Teach that outsider a lesson!"

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However, before they could cheer for long, an indifferent voice had appeared in everyone's minds.

"You're the Flower Mountain Smoker, that's it!? Also worthy of being called Sakura's strongest fighting expert? In

an instant, the Sakura Dragon directly crossed tens of meters and appeared in front of Huashan, and even directly stretched out a palm to grab his face, and slowly lifted it up.

The rimless black glasses on his face were directly shattered under the pressure of his palm.