Ace of the Dragon Division

The two of them came to the lawn outside and looked at this fight as if it was impossible to fight. Shen Yao looked at his father with hatred and dissatisfaction: “Dad, if Brother Wen Zhao injured Xu Cheng, I don't want to see him at home in the future. ”

Shen Wansan scolded and said: “If he really wants to chase my daughter, if he doesn't have the skills, where will you feel safe in the future? We don't need anything, you just don't feel safe. Dad knows, so, uh, we need to test his strength. ”

Shen Yao: “You don't understand anything. He's not chasing me now, he's chasing my daughter. ”

Shen Wansan stared: “What?” Then he shouted, "Are you chasing people? Who are you? How can you go after a kid like that? ”

Shen Yao rebutted: “What's wrong with a kid like that? Mom, she's still a school flower. Why did she fall in love with you, poor boy? Look at you, so ugly. ”

Shen Wansan almost didn't throw up blood: “I... you're not a big girl, do you say that? ”

Shen Yao hummed: “I'm glad I don't look like you, otherwise I won't be able to marry you. ”

Shen Wansan glared: “Am I your father or not? ”

Shen Yao lazily ignored him and turned to rush out.

Outside.

Xu Cheng threw his coat at Jing Jing, and his strong muscular body was very material. After all, his one-meter and nine-long leg body, this tight vest did make the woman look very eye-catching.

Nearly one meter and 75 years old, Wen Zhao also took off his coat, took off his watch, and came to the opposite side of Xu Cheng to twist his fists and feet and neck is kind of warm.

“It would be nice if you came this far. If you want to be so straightforward with all the messy stuff, you can really point to you or two. I'll teach you what melee fighting means right now. ”

He shook his body in front of Xu Cheng. He kicked his little leg on Xu Cheng's calf. Normally, his calf was kicked. People would lose their center and kneel. Then Wen Zhao's plan was to subdue him, so that Xu Cheng knew that he could teach him hundreds of ways to be human.

However, when the self-righteous Wen Zhao's foot passed, Xu Cheng did not hide, but the moment his foot mentioned Xu Cheng, it felt particularly hard! Xu Cheng did not react at all. There was a tendency to bend over and kneel, so he stood and looked at him.

The look was like, "What are you doing?"

Wen Zhao kicked over, kicked his calf joint from behind Xu Cheng. Xu Cheng's foot didn't move at all. When he kicked again, Xu Cheng kicked him.

As a result, Wen Zhao's foot felt kicked on a sheet of steel with a thickness of dozens of centimeters. His calf bone hurriedly squeezed his foot. He looked at Xu Cheng with a slight grin and shock.

Xu Cheng smiled slightly: “Please teach me how to do my brother's legs. ”

Wen Zhaoxiao squinted, then swept his right foot across. Xu Cheng did not hide, and greeted his leg directly with his fist. When the boxing hit Wen Zhao's calf, Wen Zhao only felt that it was not a soft fist, but a fucking steel pipe, or a solid steel pipe thrown hard on his calf.

Wen Zhao kicked out very handsome, but when the whole leg was punched by Xu Cheng, it hurt like a foot suddenly stepped on a nail, just didn't hold his leg and scream.

Wen Zhao jumped three times and then stabilised his heel. He retrieved his painful feet and put them down, but didn't dare to put his weight on this foot. Obviously, Xu Cheng's punch shocked his ankle, otherwise he wouldn't have jumped too painfully.

Wen Zhao looked at Xu Cheng this time. The power that Xu Cheng had just displayed was too hard!

Has this guy ever practiced iron sand palm or anything?

In that case, Wen Zhao had to work with him to catch him tightly. Immediately, he came to Xu Cheng's side with an arrow step, reached out to twist his wrist, wanted to use his legs against his waist, then one over his shoulder to take him down, but who knows, when he was going to do all the action, and prepare to cruelly fall Xu Cheng, he found that he had made the strength to carry Xu Cheng without swinging. Wen Zhao's eyes are enlarged. What the hell? Why is his lower center of gravity so stable?

Xu Cheng stood still to let Wen Zhao fall on his head. When Wen Zhao held his thighs against his waist, Xu Cheng's waist was also resisting hard. His ten times the strength was released. His waist was as strong as a rock, and Wen Zhao could not match and swing.

Seeing him several times in a row, Xu tried to fall without shaking himself. He hummed softly. After grabbing Wen Zhao's wrist with his opposite hand, he made it five times stronger. The equivalent of more than 500 kg of force directly pulled Wen Zhao's less than 160 kg away. Then he swayed. In the surprised face of Shen Wansan and Shen Yaojing, Wen Zhao's wrist was shaken.

Wen Zhaomei stunned and only found himself brutally pulled over. The kind of irresistible force was like a black hole sucking everything. Immediately, his feet lost weight off the ground. Then Wen Zhao found himself a toy, a wired iron ball toy in Xu Cheng's hand. He kept waving and spinning. He didn't know how many turns Xu Cheng waved himself up and tossed him. Anyway, when Wen Zhao dizzy and stunned and foamed, his hands suddenly loosened, and he was like a broken wind kite, flying towards the clouds in the sky.

Shen Wansan had seen a strong man, but he had never seen a man who could throw 160kg like an iron ball and throw it 10 meters away, and the person who was thrown was still his proud bodyguard. He always said, "Boss, I'm really strong!” The bodyguard. The self-proclaimed millionaire, carefully picked from 36 troops, with dozens of masters of an enemy, flew like a mad dog to the distance to draw a beautiful parabola, and danced in the sky with the residue of Wen Zhao's vomit, not knowing whether he came out of his mouth or pissed incontinently.

Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. When Shen Wansan looked at Xu Cheng, it was full of amazement. Xu Cheng put on his coat and said to him as he passed by: “Please help me persuade my brother to let him out of his mind. ”

“I'll drop you off.” Shen Yao pulled Xu Cheng out laughing.

Shen Wansan ran to the lawn not far away and saw Wen Zhaoquan staring at the sky, his eyes stalled, his mouth still spitting foam.

“Master? Close guard? I bam!” Shen Wansan couldn't help but hit him and despised him so much that he threw himself in the face.

“Boss... boss. I... I'm really... really strong!” Wen Zhao said vaguely.

Shen Wansan: “You're so strong I'm scared now. What the hell, that's what you call a rare master? ”

“I'm really strong.” Wen Zhao sighed the foam: “But... but the bastard is... perverted strong! ”

After that, he threw up on the ground.