"Poof!"

Xu Zhihong vomited a mouthful of blood, and a dozen teeth with blood were mixed in the bloodstain.

Xu Zhihong covers half of his swollen face. His face is ferocious. He didn't expect that Lin Yi would dare to beat himself.

"You, you little son of a bitch, hit me and give it to me!"

Naturally, neither of Xu Zhihong's two bodyguards is layman. One is a monk from Thailand. He is known as the eight faced Buddha in the Jianghu. It is said that his fists and feet are too fast. When fighting, he seems to have three heads and six arms.

The other one is a layman disciple of Wudang school. He has the true biography of immortal Zhang of Wudang school. He is superb in martial arts. He is the bodyguard of many big men in China.

Any big guy he used to serve would be scared to death if any name was thrown out.

For example, Li Yun, the richest man in China, Ma Teng, the former head of China and chairman of penguin, has not even done protection work for Lin Kaiguo. In short, he serves the top people in the pyramid.

These big guys all trust him so much, so it can be seen that his martial arts is absolutely in the realm of character.

Both of them are not ordinary people, but they also understand the origin of Lin Yi and the Lin family. They didn't want to offend each other, but their master was beaten like this, so they couldn't sit back and watch. So they all jumped out of the car to fight against Lin Yi.

"General Lin!" The Taoist with a Taoist robe put his hands together and bowed to Lin Kaiguo.

"It's Xiao Zheng. If you have nothing to do, you can do what you want. My grandson is very resistant to beating. You can do whatever you want." Lin Kaiguo is very generous.

Lin Yi listened for a while and thought that the grandfather was very open-minded. He played casually.

"Artest, I'm familiar with the Lin family. It's not convenient for me. Come on." The Taoist priest said softly.

Artest nodded, not to hand, a hand is thunderbolt, fast as lightning.

Fists, legs and knees become sharp weapons of attack instantly.

In the face of the enemy's surging offensive, Lin Yi retreated a few steps between talking and laughing, avoiding the gas first.

Ah Tai's speed is getting faster and faster. It seems that eight people are attacking at the same time. He really deserves the title of eight faced Buddha.

Xu Zhihong wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and showed a smile of satisfaction. The eight faced Buddha can swing thirteen fists, five feet, four knees and three elbows in an instant. No one can stop him from attacking in one round.

Even Lin Yi, who usually boasted of hanging and blowing up the sky, could only retreat to avoid war.

"Hum, Lin Yi, wait till you die."

The lion's paw went down from the top of his head, and he heard a small sound of "thump" from the front of the door.

Everyone was surprised to see this.

The lion is made of hard granite. The bullet can only leave a mark. Unexpectedly, it was cracked by his claw.

If this claws a person's brain, it must be a brain burst.

It's chilling to think about it.

Lin Yibian retreated and said with a smile, "it's good. It's a pity that I have to offend you today."

Lin Yi has no fancy. He is impartial and has to fight with him.

One punch and one claw.

Seeing this, everyone is discolored.

Just now, the power of Artest's fist was so terrible that Lin Yi chose to fight hard.

Is his fist harder than granite?

Seeing this, Xu Zhihong drew a smile from the corner of his mouth and said with emotion, "Lin Yi, Lin Yi, it's not good to be against anyone, but against me. That's the end.".

However, Lin Yi is the only one with a confident smile. m.shenPINwu