Chapter 1777

Lin Zicong coldly looked at Liu Chenggong muttering to himself. His face was pale and his heart despised him more. Qing'er didn't want to marry him. Instead, he liked a waste. The more he despised it, the more angry he was.

"Impossible!" Liu Chenggong stood up, glared at Lin Zicong and said, "Qing'er won't abandon me ruthlessly. You must have lied to me, right?" he urgently hoped that Lin Zicong would admit that Qing'er, who thought she had died for love, would suddenly appear in front of him, which means that the previous vows of alliance and sea were all lies.

Liu Chenggong is hurt by love. He is disheartened and returns to Liucheng to do business. He just wants to be a rich man. No, it is not enough to be a rich man. He must be the top rich man in China before he can have a direct dialogue with the Qing'er family. However, the more he does business, the more he finds that his hope is more ethereal.

Qing'er's family is too strong and terrible.

He came to the capital with the determination to die. In addition to reporting to Yang Ping, he hoped to see Qing'er's cemetery. Even if Qing'er died, he was not qualified to visit. But Lin Zicong's appearance slapped him in the face.

"You should be honored."

Lin Zicong waved, and all the people in black dispersed. He locked the warehouse, looked down at Liu Chenggong, and sighed, "the identity gap between you and me is too big. If it's not Qing'er, you're no different from mole ants. Believe it or not, I can destroy your family with one word."

Liu Chenggong glares at Lin Zicong, but thinks of his grandfather at home. He wants to be tough, but he doesn't dare, because he knows Lin Zicong has the ability to do it. If the Liu family is destroyed because of his own affairs, he can't imagine.

"Scared?"

Lin Zicong laughed, shook his head and said, "you have the courage to say you like Qing'er."

"I'll give you a chance. If you promise me to abolish my martial arts and never step into the capital again, I can let you go." Lin Zicong stared at Liu Chenggong's eyes and ordered, "how about I be kind to you."

Liu Chenggong's face was gloomy, which made him abandon his martial arts. At the same time, he would never see Qing'er and could not do it at all.

"No way."

Liu Chenggong gritted his teeth and wanted to jump on it, but he held back for the sake of the Liu family.

"In that case, I'll kill you."

Lin Zicong sighed, shook his head, seemed to step on an ant, shrugged and said, "you are good in the Yanhuang team. I heard you have made first-class achievements. You were good except for a Yanhuang captain. But the army is the army, and here is the Jianghu."

"Come on, beat me with your most proud martial arts. I'll show you what mountain is!"

Liu Chenggong was in doubt.

"If you defeat me, I will not only break my engagement with Qing'er, but also bring you together."

Lin Zicong smiled.

Liu Chenggong's eyes lit up and showed a strong desire. If he defeated Lin Zicong, he could be with Qing'er, even if he was willing to try.

"Seriously?"

Lin Zicong smiled with contempt. Tut tut said, "I never break my promise."

Liu Chenggong took a deep breath and became unprecedentedly dignified. He had lost his qualification for further promotion and was almost abolished, but he still had the strength of the nine grade realm. He used to be arrogant, but he also had a strong talent and was not weaker than others. As long as you work hard, you still have hope to defeat your opponent.

He has gained a lot of valuable experience through the experience of war, and Lin Zicong is only a child of a big family. He must not be cruel.

Lin Zicong stood with his hands down, smiled at him and said, "Jiupin realm is not bad. Be a watchdog in my house."

Whoosh!

Liu Chenggong's momentum improved. He seemed to have changed himself into a sharp sword. All the spirits and spirits reached the peak, roared and turned into a streamer to stab Lin Zicong.

He gathered all his strength on his fist and smashed Lin Zicong hard.

This is the peak punch, beyond the past.

Even in the Yasheng realm, Liu Chenggong feels that he can fight at the moment. Lin Zicong looks younger than him. Can he be a saint realm no matter how strong his strength is?

The fist rubs against the air and burns flames around it, making a purring sound.

"That's the power?"

Looking at Liu Chenggong's punch, Lin Zicong shook his head and said in disappointment, "it's too slow."

Pooh!

Liu Chenggong's fist seemed to hit his opponent, but Lin Zicong suddenly lost his trace. The next moment he came to his eyes, there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He looked down and didn't know when Lin Zicong's fist hit his body.

Liu Chenggong floated and hit the wall hard, seriously injuring him with one punch.

He got up and looked at Lin Zicong in shock.

He is so powerful.

Boom!

Lin Zicong burst out spiritual pressure, and a breath of sub saints filled the air. Although his young people in the Lin family are not top, they are absolutely powerful. Being young is the realm of Yasheng. In the future, it will certainly break through the realm of sage and become the high-end combat power of the Lin family.

Yasheng's pressure made Liu Chenggong's soul tremble instinctively. That's the essential difference and can't be resisted.

"Kneel down!"

Lin Zicong releases his powerful pressure and Liu Chenggong kneels down.

Liu Chenggong gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot. Even if his legs were bent and his bones were breaking, he still insisted, "I don't kneel."

Lin Zicong sneered, "I can't help you."

Liu Chenggong's sense of success is blurred when the pressure becomes stronger and stronger. It seems that he has become a sea of anger. He is a boat in the sea of anger. He is shaky. If he hadn't been obsessed with Qing'er, he would have been unconscious. But it's still hard.

He could fall at any time.

"Can't fall down. Qing'er is still waiting for me. She must be forced."

Liu Chenggong almost fell into a coma. He bit the tip of his tongue and shed blood from the corners of his mouth. He stared at Lin Zicong and shouted, "the ultimate fighting skill!"

Under the strong pressure, Liu Chenggong finally understood the fighting skill given to him by Yang Ping. It was only a very common fighting skill, but he applied spiritual Qi to the fighting skill to improve his combat effectiveness to a higher level.

The pressure was broken like glass, and all the pressure disappeared. Lin Zicong found that Liu Chenggong's eyes were red, showing surprise.

That's a little interesting.

The illusion that it could hurt him.

The ultimate fighting skill is a move that can threaten Yasheng. When Liu successfully hits a punch, he feels that his body is like water and clouds, which is more than ten times stronger than the previous punch. Confidence is also improved with the application of the ultimate fighting technique.

Facing the ultimate fighting skill, Lin Zicong slapped lightly, and the seemingly soft palm wrapped Liu Chenggong's fist.

Liu Chenggong's fist hit Lin Zicong's palm, and his face changed dramatically, because he seemed to be trapped in a swamp and couldn't extricate himself. All his strength was like rain falling into the sea, unable to make waves, and then lost his strength.

He continued to fly out.

Looking at Liu Chenggong lying on the ground and struggling to get up, Lin Zicong frowned, and a tingling sensation came from his palm. His face was cold and moved to kill. A man in the realm of nine grades hurt his palm.

This is a disgrace.

Liu Chenggong only used two moves and exhausted all his strength in his body. He had to wait for death.

His eyes are desperate, and he whispers, Qing'er, I'm sorry, I can't see you again.

Stepping on Liu Chenggong's chest, Lin Zicong bared his teeth and said, "I'll send you to hell."

He raised his head and patted Liu Chenggong's head.

But then the warehouse door broke.

The three figures threw in from the warehouse, fell in front of Lin Zicong and vomited blood one after another.

A figure strode in, towering like a mountain.