Urban Hardened All-area System

"Woo --"

the fierce sound of breaking the air suddenly resounded through Yehong's ears.

An empty sleeve, with a strong wind towards night Hong face to draw.

Looking at the angle of the sleeve, night Hong immediately greatly annoyed.

He still held Lei Peng firmly with one hand, and gently patted the other on his sleeve.

"Pa!"

The sleeve suddenly broke from the middle and fell into several pieces on the ground.

The one armed old man, also known as Zhuang Lao by Lei Peng, looked at this scene in astonishment.

He just wanted to teach Ye Hong a lesson, but he didn't respond to what happened and his attack was cracked.

"You old man, don't you know whether to hit people or not?"

Night Hong white one eye Zhuang old, and turn back to the line of sight to the pain in front of the cold sweat of Lei Peng DC.

He again forced his hand and sighed slightly: "Xiaoling is kind to remind you, why don't you listen to me? Well? "

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Lei Peng was so hurt that he knelt on his knees and begged for mercy: "I listen! Listen to me! Please let go

"Hum! It's a shame. "

Night Hong unchanged will just leipeng ridicule car owners, and back to him.

A loose hand, Lei Peng then ran back to Zhuang Laoshi.

Not far away, the owner of the car saw Lei Peng's miserable appearance, immediately happy to laugh, toward the night Hong cast to thank the eyes.

The rest of the tourists were also greatly relieved.

However, because of Lei Peng's prestige, no one spoke.

On the other side, Lei Peng, who returned to old Zhuang, angrily pushed aside the twin sisters who came forward to look after the cold and warmth, pointed to Ye Hong and said, "old Zhuang! Give it, give it to me!

No! Twist his hand off me

Almost deformed tone, with a strong grievance and anger.

Night Hong listen to that gas ah, already know not to let this boy run.

Old Zhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yehong, but he couldn't see the strength of Yehong from the left to the right.

So he had to treat the failure as an accident.

"I'm a contemporary descendant of Longmen boxing, ZhuangGe. I'm going to be named as soon as possible!"

Zhuang Ge, an old man with one arm, looks at Ye Hong with a look of pride.

"What kind of dragon's gate and tiger gate? I haven't heard of it!"

Night Hong first disdained a sneer, and then said in a cold voice, "I hate people like you who always report a large number of names.

Can the registration number disobey the rules?

Can registration number do what you want?

Believe it or not, I'll give you a name that's long enough to make you cry? "

Night Hong's words can not be a bit false, his big string of names is enough to submerge Zhuang Ge.

But in Zhuang Ge's opinion, Yehong is playing tricks on him.

"Yellow haired children with sharp teeth and sharp lips, let me teach you to respect your elders!"

Zhuang Ge snorted coldly. His left hand suddenly pinched into a fist and hit Yehong fiercely.

The fist seemed soft, but it caused a whimper in the air.

The essence of Longmen boxing is to hide hard in the soft, and to be strong in the softness!

The fists were awe inspiring, which made Yao Ling look white.

Tourists who were still waiting in line were also shocked and fled the area.

But this powerful boxing, in night Hong's eyes, is as ridiculous as a baby with his fist in his hand.

After all, Zhuang Ge is only an ancient warrior, and he Yehong has already been an ancient Qi warrior!

The gap between the two is destined to be a battle that will end at the beginning.