Chapter 379

The six muscular men were beaten by Yan bang with blue nose or swollen face. Everyone wants to stay on the floor.

On hearing the report from his subordinates that Feng Xinglang had come, Yan Bang's fierce eyes suddenly rippled a trace of softness.

Finally, he was waiting!

Yan Bang knew clearly: Cong gang had an accident, and ye Shinian couldn't make it. Feng Xinglang would come to him!

Yan Bang closed his fist and looked at the entrance of the gym. The next second, Feng Xinglang's posture was reflected in Yan Bang's eyes.

"Lang, are you here?" There is a rising sound.

Yan Bang took the towel from the waiter's hand, wiped the sweat from his cheek and Hun's neck, and went straight forward.

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to speak, he immediately hugged Feng Xinglang in his arms, hugged him forcefully, and then touched his face with warm friendship.

"I'll practice with you."

Feng Xinglang said as he took off his suit. White shirt, more capable and straight.

"You? Practice with me? "

Yan Bang is skeptical.

It's not that he looks down on Feng Xinglang, it's just that Feng Xinglang, who is in business, seldom practices combat with real people like him every day.

As the saying goes: the fist does not leave the hand, the tune does not leave the mouth. If you don't practice often, you will be unfamiliar.

"What's your size? Can you bear it? Do you want to learn from Baimo to play a rascal

Yan Bang's strong and resolute face was full of ridicule. A joke does not mean any sarcasm.

"Dong", Feng Xinglang hit Yan Bang's high and straight nose with a right hook.

Suddenly, blood overflowed from the nose. It is enough to show the speed of fengxinglang's fist.

He's playing really!

See boss Yan bang was hit blood, lying on the floor, just pretending to be half dead six muscle type man instantly jumped up, will seal line Lang bag surrounded.

Yan Bang quickly raised his hand to signal that the six men should not act rashly. He took the towel from the waiter and wiped the blood from his nose.

"How about, is it qualified to practice with you?" Feng Xinglang hums coldly.

One of the purposes of his trip is to find Yan Bang to fight, so as to vent his bitterness.

Yan Bang shakes off the towel with nosebleed in his hand and smiles at Feng Xinglang:

"Feng Xinglang, I think you are the only one who can attack me in the world!"

"So honored?"

Feng Xinglang's uninhibited voice, another hook fist smashed Yan Bang's chin; the action was fast, accurate and fierce.

Being attacked successfully once, if being beaten again, Yan Bang will not only be absent-minded

Yan Bang's lower body was very stable, almost as steady as a rock. He just moved back half a step, and then slightly sideways. A roaring catcher caught Feng Xinglang's right hook.

Then he took advantage of Feng Xinglang's body and hit Feng Xinglang's left Hun.

Although Yan Bang's action is fierce, he has a lot of strength. It's only one third of the six muscle men I just hit.

Not enough to hurt Feng Xinglang, but can consume Feng Xinglang's physical strength.

Feng Xinglang's right hand was captured, and he immediately hit Yan Bang's elbow with a left hook.

A burst of pain and numbness came, and Feng Xinglang felt as if he had hit a hard and hard iron stone.

See feng hang Lang pain straight left hand, Yan Bang quickly closed fist, want to come up to see feng hang Lang injury. After all, Yan Bang's fists are practiced by real people every day, while Feng Xinglang only keeps fit and maintains physical strength on weekdays.

It's like one is professional and the other is amateur.

But Feng Xinglang seems to be red eyed. He is attacking Yan bang.

Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand and grasped Yan Bang's right hand, which was very strong, and the back of his hand was covered with calluses;

he felt that Yan Bang didn't fight hard, and the time was ripe. Feng Xinglang clasped his right hand tightly and threw him down to the floor with a beautiful fall over his shoulder.

Maybe Yan Bang is taller than Feng Xinglang, maybe Feng Xinglang overestimates his physical fitness; maybe Yan Bang keeps him, but he stops at the moment when Yan Bang falls to the ground.

Yan Bang's figure has not yet stood firm, a straight fist is very accurate, Chao Feng Xing Lang's eyebrow hit over

Feng Xinglang had not yet recovered from his shoulder fall, but a gust of wind came from his forehead.

he was surprised, and when he raised his head, a clenched fist was only 0.5cm away from his eyebrow, accompanied by a gust of boxing!

Judging by the strength of the boxing style and the number of his hair flying up, if he really hits down, concussion is inevitable!

Feng Xinglang took a breath of cold air.

Yan Bang slowly loosened his clenched fist and gently put down his hand.In the end, Yan Bang is not willing to hit Feng Xinglang with this heavy fist.

"Lang, this is the end of today's practice. Let's have a drink. "

Feng Xinglang nodded weakly. Just the record of the shoulder fall, really consumed a lot of his physical strength. Yan Bang is as strong as a bull and as heavy as a stone.

The ribs began to ache again. I think it's a second injury.

Yan bangmu washes but comes out, only encircles on the waist a bath towel.

Feng Xinglang had already poured and drunk himself in the huge and luxurious lounge.

"How about drinking?"

Yan Bang walked over and snatched the wine cup from Feng Xinglang's hand, then he drank it himself. He drank all the wine in his glass for Feng Xinglang.

"Bang, lend me a few people!"

Feng Xinglang let out a breath full of wine.

"My people are your people, whatever you want!"

Yan Bang poured some whisky, sipped a little on his lips, and added: "even I can be your man!"

"Help me to find out the background of Hetun, the temporary residence, and some of his adopted sons who came to Shencheng! What's more, where did he imprison Lin xueluo? "

Feng Xinglang didn't want to come to Laibang for help. It seems that he has not been able to ease his sad mood in the fiery underground garage more than half a year ago and Yan Bang's cruel choice!

But for the sake of that woman and her baby, Feng Xinglang decided to come to Yan bang.

Feng Xinglang can't wait.

Most of the time, the news from old Chu Bai's road was slower than Yan Bang's black road.

It's estimated that one is used to being casual for the public, and the other is used to doing his duty for the private!

Yan Bang seems to realize that Feng Xinglang's agitation tonight is not because of Cong Gang's death, but for Lin xueluo, the woman?

"What, falling in love?" He asked leisurely.