Chapter 33

Chapter 33 let her go

When he saw Han yu'er, his eyes lit up and he sneered: "Xiaolang hooves are good-looking! Good shape, follow uncle later! I'm happy to serve uncle, and ensure that you walk sideways in waizong, and no one dares to provoke!"

Han yu'er's face was as cold as ice: "what if I don't agree?"

"Then we have to calculate this account." The stout man said with a grim smile.

"So much nonsense? Then fight!"

Han yu'er was hot-blooded and didn't talk nonsense at all. He was vertical, and the whip in his hand was filled with Qi. He shook straight, stabbing the stout man like a sharp sword.

The stout man wrung his fist and said with a smile, "nice to come!"

He stretched out his big hand like a palm fan and held Han yu'er's whip tip with great accuracy.

Han yu'er was immediately surprised that he was so fast that he could catch it at once?

As soon as the idea flashed in his heart, the strong man's fist hit Han yu'er's face, and immediately hit Han yu'er directly out.

Han yu'er hit the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood with a whoosh. Her face was pale and her body trembled. It was obvious that she had been injured.

"Zhang Song's acquired Wuzhong strength is not in vain."

"Yes, that little girl looks like the fifth weight the day after tomorrow, but obviously she has just entered the fifth weight. Naturally, she is not Zhang Song's opponent. It's normal to be defeated by one move."

There was a lot of discussion nearby.

The stout man looked rude, and the actual speed was extremely fast. With a flash of his figure, he came to Han yu'er, grabbed her neck with his hand, and said with an obscene smile, "chick is hot enough. When I make you die, see if you can be so hot!"

Han yu'er's noodles were cold, and with a Pooh, he spit on the man's face.

The big man smiled on his face and said viciously, "you want to die!"

His hands gradually tightened, Han yu'er's breathing became more and more difficult, and her pretty face turned red.

The thin man in white robe's face was full of bitter pleasure, and he shouted, "brother, kill her!"

At this time, suddenly the strong man heard a faint voice behind him: "let her go."

Zhang song was very surprised. He didn't expect that someone would dare to speak to him in this commanding tone.

He looked back and saw Chen Feng.

First, he was stunned, then he laughed, and the tears of laughter were coming out.

"Hahahaha, what do I see? It's you, a waste? Yo, a waste also wants to learn from others' heroes to save beauty, doesn't it? It depends on whether you have this skill!"

Chen Feng said coldly, "I want you to let go of her!"

A murderous spirit flashed in Zhang Song's eyes. He let go of Han yu'er and walked towards Chen Feng. As he walked, he wrung his fist and shouted, "you waste, you look crazy. You dare to talk to me like this! Are you looking for death? I'll make you happy!"

As he said this, he suddenly accelerated and hit Chen Feng in the face with a fist the size of a wine jar.

Han yu'er fell to the ground, turned her head, and dared not look at the next scene. Just now, I hurt myself with this punch. Chen Feng can't practice at all, and can't he be smashed into meat sauce?

However, after turning her head, she waited for several seconds, but she didn't hear the expected sound of Chen Feng screaming and dying.

The people around gave a neat and unbelievable exclamation.

Han yu'er quickly turned her head and looked. Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

She couldn't believe what she saw, but it did happen.

Chen Feng opened one hand and resisted Zhang Song's fist. Zhang Song's face turned red, but Chen Feng's palm was like an iron casting, and it didn't move at all.

Zhang Song looked at Chen Feng incredulously, and Chen Feng stood there so leisurely, as if he didn't exert any force at all.

"How is it possible?" Zhang song let out a crazy cry.

He stepped back a few steps, looked at Chen Feng with dignified eyes, and shouted in a deep voice, "it's a master. It's my clumsy eyes, and I mistook your excellency. Today's matter, let's take a step back, so forget it, how about it?"

He had realized that he was probably not Chen Feng's opponent, so he took a step down.

Chen Feng said faintly, "you hurt my senior sister, so forget it?"

"What do you want?" Zhang Song said fiercely.

"I don't want to do anything. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!" Chen Feng stared at him with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man.

This completely ignored attitude made Zhang Song angry.

Knowing that it must be difficult to be kind today, he suddenly roared and was covered with a yellowish light, forming a yellowish mask on his body surface.

He lowered his head and made a strange gesture.

Clench your hands together, lean forward, and put your fists in front of your head. The whole person is like a bull ready to charge.

Double fists are horns.

Zhang Song roared, strode forward, and hit Chen Feng fiercely.

It's like a charging bull.

"This is elder martial brother Zhang's best martial art. It's yellow and first-class. It's very powerful! With a collision, there is a force of 2000 kilograms. Chen Feng kendio is definitely not an opponent."

Someone nearby whispered.

"What a mantis!"

Chen Feng sighed gently, and didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't even use Ming Wang Yin, but just slightly stretched out his fist.

One punch, just one punch!