Super bodyguard of female CEO

"This..."

Vera Dawa came back to himself with the same face of embarrassment and accident. I didn't expect to be picked at such a critical time.

"Dead old man, I'm counting on you. I'll wait until the ninth floor to see how I deal with you." Zhao Chengfeng angrily clenched his fist, with ten thousand grass mud horses galloping by in his heart. It's not too good to be sour.

Zhao Chengfeng is not unprepared, but along the way, the little old man is very kind, and even just when the shaman attacked him, he reminded him and helped himself.

On this point, Zhao Chengfeng has a good feeling for the little old man, but he didn't expect that at such a critical time, the little old man actually took advantage of himself.

If this evil spirit doesn't come out, Zhao Chengfeng will be in a bad mood.

"Why don't you wait any longer, in case the little old man doesn't succeed?" Vera Dawa reminded Zhao Chengfeng not to be too impulsive.

To the eighth floor, no one is not a good stubble ruthless, of course, the strength of gatekeepers is also rising, not small slag can be compared. Just take that man, he was so rude that he almost killed Vera.

"No, I'll talk with my strength today. Let the old man have a look. Hum!"

Zhao Chengfeng is angry. What's the big deal? Does brother Feng have no strength?

"You stare at this guy and kill him when necessary. I'm tired when I see him." Zhao Chengfeng pauses, then rushes to Vera Dawa, and his eyes fall on shaman.

Veradowa nodded and said, "don't worry. Even if you don't have a grudge with him, I won't miss this opportunity. On the contrary, I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity. From this day on, you are my friend of veradowa and my friend of the heita mercenary regiment. "

Vera does want to thank Zhao Chengfeng. Frankly speaking, Vera can't beat the shaman, but he will never do anything to hurt the enemy.

But now Zhao Chengfeng gives Vera a good chance, a chance to kill the shaman easily.

"Well." Zhao Chengfeng nodded and strode into another room. As for Vera Dowa's "friend", Zhao Chengfeng did not make any response.

By now, Zhao Chengfeng has understood that he may not have any real friends on the continent of Europe. He has to rely on himself for everything.

"Shaman, you may not think that one day it will end like this." As soon as Zhao Chengfeng left, Vera Dawa was not in a hurry to get out of the tower. Instead, he went to the shaman in the corner, with a sneer on his lips.

Before, shaman also wanted to encourage Zhao Chengfeng to deal with himself, but the situation changed as soon as the situation changed. Now shaman has become a prisoner, a fish to be slaughtered by his own chopping board.

"Veradowa, what do you want to do?" The shaman shrank back in horror.

"Shaman, what do you say I want to do?"

Veradova took out a small dagger and put it in his hand to play with. The dagger was full of cold light. The shaman could not help shivering. If it wasn't for the injury of both hands, the shaman would not be afraid of villadowa, but now

"You, you let me go, we have something to say." The shaman swallowed.

"I'll let you go." Veradowa was also happy and said: "however, you have to take the scorching sun mercenary regiment to join our black tower, otherwise, you will die today. Two ways, choose for yourself. "

"I..." the most worrying thing for Shaman is that it happened. May not agree? If you don't agree, there will be only one way out.

……

Zhao Chengfeng is not in the mood to take care of things outside now. Entering the room, Zhao Chengfeng obviously feels the pressure. Yes, the pressure from the eighth floor gatekeepers.

In front of him was a European man with fair skin and long flowing hair. He looked like a woman, but he had a big skeleton, with a height of 1.9 meters, and eight strong bodies on his chest.

"You want to break through?" The European man opened his mouth, clenched his fist, cackled and laughed.

"Are you going to stop me?" Zhao Chengfeng replied and looked at the European man in front of him. He felt a little strange. He was a European man, but why did Zhao Chengfeng feel the Chinese martial arts in him?

What's more, it's an authentic Buddhist skill, especially the action of clenching fist, which is obviously the Vajra subduing magic fist of Shaolin Temple!

"With your physique, I can beat you back home with one fist." European men have a contemptuous smile on their lips.

Zhao Chengfeng is too lazy to say much. He slowly pulls out his sword. Some people will never know what it is called "Castle Peak outside the mountain" if you don't give him a little color.

"You are very happy. Let's give me a punch first." Seeing that Zhao Chengfeng did not retreat, instead, he pulled out his sword. The European man was angry, raised his huge fist and smashed it across the air.

"Hoo

When the boxing style hit, Zhao Chengfeng only felt that his face was like a cold wind, which was painful.

"Drink!"

Zhao Chengfeng didn't procrastinate either. With a shake of his sword, he made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, like cherry blossoms flying to the European man.

"Boom boom!"

The man also saw that Zhao Chengfeng was unusual. He blasted out his iron fist continuously, scattered the sword flower, and then hit Zhao Chengfeng's head with another fist.

"What a quick fight!"

Zhao Chengfeng was secretly surprised. Instead of fighting with him, he stamped his foot and suddenly lightened his figure, easily avoiding the man's fierce fist.

"Are you a turtle from China? You know you can't hide? " European men are a little depressed. If the blow is heavy, they will be seriously injured if they don't die. It's a pity that they have a good body and can avoid it.

"Are you a bull from Europe?" Zhao Chengfeng retorted and sneered: "do you really think you can do it?"

Said, Zhao Chengfeng actually put away the sword, slowly clenched his fist, it seems to be hard with the European man.

"Yes! Give me a punch The European man with a cruel smile on his mouth seems to have been able to meet the scene of Zhao Chengfeng being beaten half paralyzed.

"Drink!"

Zhao Chengfeng's speed is faster. At the moment of starting, there is only a remnant shadow left. Yes, it is.

"Boom boom!"

Step on the eight trigrams, keep rotating around the man, at the same time, repeatedly punch, hit the European man fat.

"Bang bang!"

The European man finally changed his face, because he was surprised to find that he didn't start, only passively beaten. Although it didn't bring him injury, it was enough cowardice!

"Son of a bitch, give me a punch!"

Finally, the European man found an opportunity, fist to fist, hit the past.

"Hoo

Boxing is not here, boxing is here!