Waving his fist, Xu Haoran pounced on Yang Laiwu out of order.
On the surface, Xu Haoran is a rogue, just like an ordinary person who has never received professional training.
Therefore, Yang Laiwu's look at Xu Haoran also appears to be particularly contemptuous.
In his eyes, Xu Haoran is just a bug. If you lift your foot, you can step Xu Haoran into pieces.
But at the angle Yang Laiwu couldn't see, Li Hang suddenly flicked his finger gently.
Suddenly, a very strange momentum, directly rushed to Xu Haoran's back arm.
Under the impact of this momentum and the associated impact, the soft fist suddenly became extremely fierce.
Before Yang Laiwu had time to respond, Xu Haoran's fist hit Yang Laiwu's face heavily.
"Bang!"
The sound of this note is very loud. It spreads directly in the mountains.
At the same time, everyone was stunned, staring at the picture in front of him in disbelief.
In the camp, several people who packed the tent covered their mouths in surprise: "my God! What's the matter? Yang Laiwu was beaten by this boy. "
"That's crazy. Yang Laiwu is the 12th expert in the Wulin ranking
"Yes, last time I saw Yang Laiwu deal with more than a dozen gangsters with knives by himself. That was easy to solve with three or two strokes of autumn wind sweeping leaves."
"Yes, yes, I heard them say that at Yang Laiwu's level, even the bullets from the barrel can escape."
"The fist that the boy hit just now looks soft. What's the matter?"
When people were talking, Yang Laiwu slowly turned his face around.
At this time, a red mark appeared on his cheek.
The scorn on Yang Laiwu's face was soon replaced by strong anger.
His eyes are like a hungry wolf. He stares at Xu Haoran. It seems that he wants to break Xu Haoran apart.
After hitting Yang Laiwu in the face with one punch, Xu Haoran jumped back and forth in the same place.
At the same time, like a boxer, waving a fist that doesn't seem to have any strength.
He kept on challenging Yang Laiwu: "come on, come on, you're the master of the bullshit Wulin ranking."
"In front of me, I'll still beat you into a dog!"
Yang Laiwu made a low roar like a wild animal. At the same time, his muscles burst out and his bones made a "cluck cluck" sound.
All of a sudden, a very strong wave of air swept towards Xu Haoran.
At the same time, Yang Laiwu's fist, turned into a shadow, hit Xu Haoran's face with the speed that the naked eye can't distinguish.
This punch, Yang Laiwu can be said to use seven points of strength.
He wants to directly break Xu Haoran's nose, and cause concussion, so that Xu Haoran will always become a fool.
"Bang!"
This fist knot hit Xu Haoran firmly in the face.
Yang Laiwu can clearly feel the touch of the fist to the flesh. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and a cold smile appears on his face.
"I don't know what to do. That's what you dare to do to me."