Chapter 139 Hundred Steps Magic Fist

Huaqiang is not the kind of stunned to get up after two sentences. Zhang Fugui's words are polite, but the meaning contained in it is not simple. It seems to be weak, but in fact it implies competition. How can't he hear it?

"Good boy, who the hell is this?" The more he looked at the wolf, the more cautious Hua Qiang's expression became.

It's not because the wolf's tense and unsmiling attitude attracted attention, but because there was a sense of murder on his body, which oppressed people almost breathlessly, especially when he saw the wolf's empty and numb pupils, Hua Qiang has never found such a look in a normal human. Without any feelings, looking at others is like looking at a dead object, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

The reason why I didn't notice the difference earlier is that Hua Qiang completely focused on Zhang Fugui, and secondly, the wolf was also deliberately restraining his temperament and fully playing the identity of a qualified bodyguard.

But at this moment, when Hua Qiang cast Ling Lie's eyes, A Lang didn't want to deliberately suppress it. The opponent in front of him was a person who was a little inferior to Tianqing of the sword group. There was no need to be surprised. Even if it was hard to clean it up, it would not be difficult.

"What's the name of this brother?" Seeing the difference from the wolf, Hua Qiang's arrogance has restrained a little, but the rise of his cold lips has not decreased. In his opinion, even if he is really a mercenary in the Golden Triangle and Cambodia, he is not afraid. After all, some people are born to pretend to be B and have a good temperament. It's hard to guarantee that it won't be embroidered pillows.

"Zhang San." Wolf replied faintly and did not give his real name.

"Hey, he is my brother, his name is Zhang San, and my name is Li Si, haha, our two brothers have good names, right?" Wu Yang is a person who is unwilling to be lonely. He has not said a word for a long time, which has made him feel panicked. Of course, he will not miss the opportunity to speak.

After all, the flying eagle's order to arrest the wolf is limited to a small number of people at the senior level. Huaqiang, who focuses on the development of the business circle in the sect, does not know the wolf. Even if he doesn't know him, he can still hear the obvious charm of the two wolf. He stands up and looks at Zhang Fugui coldly. Huaqiang's gloomy face is about to drip out. Shuilai, "Zhang Fugui, do you think you want to escape with these two jumping clowns? The ugly words are ahead. Once I take action, I didn't say it until the end. Once you two hands lie down, where do you think you can be better?"

Huaqiang said very bluntly. If he beat the two wolves down, Zhang Fugui would also have a fat beating. Because he played tricks with Huaqiang, Zhang Fugui did not doubt the other party's determination to torture him quickly.

But it is difficult to get off the tiger. What choice can Zhang Fugui have?

Do you want to gamble?

Is Huaqiang not a wolf's opponent? If you win the bet, you can fool through for the time being, but if you lose the bet, you may die worse...

"Is it...is it possible to confess the identity of the two wolves now?"

"No, no..." Zhang Fugui decisively extinguished this seemingly attractive idea in his heart. Once he did that, he really had no choice. He could be sure that as long as he handed over the recipe, it was the moment he was killed by Genesis. Moreover, he still had an idea in his mind that he didn't understand why. The idea is that A Wolf must have beat Huaqiang. There is no other reason. Just because of the cold temperament of the other party, Zhang Fugui felt that A Wolf would not lose.

Once the decision is made, Zhang Fugui will continue in the established direction. Even if that decision is wrong, he will resolutely implement it to the end. He is such a man who does not hit the south wall, or may not look back after hitting the south wall.

"Zhang San, you also heard what Brother Qiang meant. Let's play with Brother Qiang." Extinguishing the smoke in his hand, Zhang Fugui took a small sip of kung fu tea and made this decision. He seemed calm on the surface, but in fact, there was a huge wave in his heart and had to drink tea to hide his excitement.

"Good!!!"

Hua Qiang said three good things in a row. He didn't know where Zhang Fugui's confidence came from, but now he doesn't want to think so much about it. Then "Zhang San" and "Li Si" must die. After playing them to death, he must let Zhang Fugui survive and die.

There is no unnecessary nonsense, and I don't even bother to explain a scene. The corners of my lips are up, raising a cruel smile. Hua Qiang is like a gust of wind rushing behind Zhang Fugui. The air machine is not only the wolf, but also Wu Yang.

As soon as he took action, Hua Qiang made up his mind and dealt with the two of them at the same time. Although they looked good, Hua Qiang was confident, and his self-confidence came from his bottom card - Baibu Shenquan.

It is said that in the martial arts of Z, especially in the inner boxing, there is strength and strength.

Needless to say, the strength of the fist is only limited to the contact between the fist and the body. In this way, the hit person will be stamped out and fall to the ground, but there is no harm to the body. On the contrary, although the fist hits the enemy, its strength can reach the internal organs or even the back. Such a fist will not eject people, but cause damage to the inside of the body, that is, internal injury.

Baibu Shenquan is the myth of "translucent" in martial arts. It is a legendary kung fu in Z martial arts that can attack with fists and knock people down from a distance.

Huaqiang is only 245 years old, but he has been practicing boxing since he was a child. At least, a pair of iron fists have nearly 20 years of skills. Not to mention the two ordinary people who have been soldiers in the Golden Triangle are usually afraid of him. Therefore, even if he knows that the Wolf and Wolf are not simple, he is not afraid. He is more confident that he will kill each other with one punch.

Like a root of Lixuan's arrow, he plunged behind Zhang Fugui. Huaqiang was very careful and was afraid of hurting Zhang Fugui. After all, he was just an ordinary person. He had been immersed in the magic fist for 20 years. It was a mass destruction weapon that was injured and killed next to him, which was not something that ordinary people could stand.

"Bang..."

Before the person arrived, the space has sounded continuous sound explosions. If you don't look at your fists, just listen to the momentum, which is indeed fierce.

"Damn it, are you so perverted?" He joked that Wu Yang didn't think he could shake the other party's iron fist and quickly retreated. He flashed aside with great demeanor and just hid behind Zhang Fugui.

"Hey, won't you go?" Zhang Fugui couldn't laugh or cry. This terrible guy turned out to be a silver-like wax gunhead, which was useless. At the critical moment, he hid behind his back.

"I'll stay to protect you, hehe." Wu Yang grinned and smiled brightly, as if he had escaped from the battle for the sake of Zhang Fugui.

While Wu Yang and Zhang Fugui were quarreling, Hua Qiang and A Lang had already made friends.

Although it was very surprised that Wuyang could dodge calmly under the lock of his air machine, he could not allow him to think more when facing the enemy. Hua Qiang punched violently and bombarded the wolf from a distance.

Baibu Shenquan, as the name implies, can hurt people within a hundred steps without physical contact.

Seeing Hua Qiang's fierce punch, A Lang still looked indifferent, with that kind of light look. Even if Huaqiang, who was confident in his punch, couldn't help but tighten his heart and only felt that there was something wrong.

"What's wrong?" With a punch, Hua Qiang stood still, his brain was running fast, and he stared at the wolf like a wooden man. He didn't dodge. Can't he wait to die like that?

I couldn't see the fist, and the punch cut through the space, like a loaded bullet, quickly attacking the wolf.

Boom......

With a thunder on the flat ground, his fists penetrated the wolf's whole body and directly hit the opposite wall, leaving a huge pit, which happened to be a fist mold.

"It's not good!!!" Watching the fist penetrate his opponent's body, Hua Qiang's tense nerves not only did not relax, but his heart was terrched. He didn't have time to think too much and moved aside at the fastest speed, but...

A step late.

A ghost figure flashed in front of him with a tricky and strange curvature. A numb and cold face just appeared in Huaqiang's sight. Suddenly, his chest ached, followed by a large cannonball, flying straight back. Wherever he passed, he smashed tables, chairs and countless decorations and teahouse decorations.

"Cough...Cough..."

He vomited a mouthful of blood stasis, and Hua Qiang tried to get up from the ground, but his whole body was torn in pain. The qi and blood in the inner meridians rolled endlessly. Even if he tried his best, he could not exert any effort.

"It's vulnerable." After the body was implemented, A Lang looked coldly at Huaqiang in front of him and sarcasticly.

"Cough...you...who the hell are you?" Like seeing the most terrible devil, Huaqiang's pupils contracted and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably. Is this really just an ordinary mercenary? Even the masters of the sword group in the organization are afraid that they don't have the strength of him.

"Wolf."

He spit out two words faintly. A Lang didn't mention Zhang San this time, because he felt that there was no need to lie to a dead man.

"So it's you?" Staring at the person in front of him in horror, then raised the corners of his lips. Hua Qiang smiled with relief, "I didn't expect... it's you, but it's not... falling..." Then his neck was crooked, and he was breathless.

This young man, who has been immersed in a hundred-step magic fist for more than 20 years, remembers his opponent's identity before he dies. He is not afraid of death. He is just afraid of dying at the hands of a nobody, which is also in line with his arrogant and domineering character.