Chapter 2011

In a roar.

They saw only a figure, like a cannon ball, flying out directly.

Bang, hit directly on the high wall behind him.

The body of hundreds of Jin, along the hard concrete wall, just like this slide to the ground.

Give me a chuckle.

Wei Qing's body trembled, a mouthful of blood immediately vomited a ground.

"Ah ~"

"my hand, my hand ~"

Wei Qing was lying on the ground, holding hands like a dog and groaning.

At this time, the bone of his right hand has been broken.

Five fingers, like noodles, hang down.

The white bones were exposed, and his whole arm was stained with red blood.

Silence!

There was a dead silence.

The whole room was silent for an instant.

Only the rustling cold wind swept, as well as Wei Qing's painful groans, echoed here.

"This... This..."

"how can this be possible?"

Lin Qinghe stayed in place, a pair of old eyes staring.

That double eye bead, is nearly to jump out!

He couldn't believe what he saw.

A punch!

Just one punch!

The so-called boxer's apprentice, drillmaster Huya, was so beaten up?

"Is this... So strong?"

Wuyang is also muddled there, the whole person is stupefied.

Before he thought that the young man in front of him was just Lu Tianhe and they pushed him to make up the number.

But now it seems, the fact is that he was beaten hard in the face!

As for the guard Xiao Liu, who had just been killed by Ye Fan, seeing such a scene, he was scared out of his wits.

He thought, Wei qingniu forced.

But I didn't expect that ye fan was more powerful than him.

"Lying trough!"

"Li... Fierce?"

"Tianhe, it seems that we have not found the wrong person ~"

"ha ha ~"

seeing this, Fang Shaohong immediately laughed after a long period of tremor.

Before this, Fang Shaohong had not seen Ye Fan's ability.

I have been listening to Lu Tianhe before.

When I saw him today, he really deserves his reputation.

When people tremble, Ye Fan is still calm.

From the beginning to the end, he sat there, even if he had just punched, Ye Fan was also sitting.

He didn't even stand up.

Soon, Ye Fan then closed his fist, picked up the teapot from the front of the table and poured himself a cup.

After playing upside down, he held a teacup and looked at Wei Qing at his feet with a teasing look: "master Wei Qing, how about it?"

"Previously, I said that Thai boxing, which is the first in 100 boxing, is not even worthy of lifting my shoes."

"Now, do you accept that?"

Roar ~

Ye Fan's voice is like thunder, and his deep words are quietly exploding in the room, but they are enlightening!

Wei Qing was lying on the ground with his hands full of blood.

At this time, how embarrassed is he?

Sad appearance, where there is the slightest pride before.

Trembling all over, facing Ye Fan's questions, his heart is full of fear.

After seeing ye fan's majesty, Wei Qing's courage was undoubtedly broken.

Lie down on the ground and beg for mercy: "serve, I will."

"If I ask you again, can you accept that I have ruined your reputation and made you beg for mercy in fear?"

Ye Fan sits aloof.

A pair of deep eyes, so overlooking the foot of Wei Qing, only if the monarch, overlooking mole ants.

The sound of confusion, such as rolling thunder, harshly asked.

"Clothes, clothes. The master is extremely powerful and his boxing skills are superb. It is Wei Qing who has no eyes and knows nothing about life and death. He has offended the real man. " Wei Qinglian cried and roared, and the whole person was scared to death.

Just now the first World War, the power of Ye Fan, no doubt made Wei Qing nearly scared out of his wits.

Up to now, he still can't forget the moment of boxing with Ye Fan.

That kind of life hanging on the line of fear, let Wei Qing almost despair!