Almighty in the city

Bai Yifan's footsteps were paused, and there was already an extraordinarily powerful middle-aged man in front of him.

This person is wearing Adidas sportswear, with a new lntel.MICA smart bracelet on his left wrist. If he didn't run into it at this moment, Bai Yifan would really think he was a night running enthusiast Up.

"Master of National Art?" Seeing this middle-aged man with a smile on his face, Bai Yifan couldn't help but frown, "A person from the Chinese National Art Association?"

"It seems that you have a good understanding of our association, young people." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, "Introducing myself, I am one of the vice presidents of the Shanghai Branch of the China National Martial Arts Association, Cheng Guanghua."

Bai Yifan raised his eyebrows: "Oh, the descendant of Cheng's Baguazhang?"

"Not bad." Cheng Guanghua smiled and nodded, "I don't know--"

Bai Yifan glanced at him coldly: "I have nothing to do with your National Martial Arts Association. In addition, I don't care what you do here at night, but there is one thing-don't hinder me."

As he spoke, he lifted his left foot and the "unicorn fell to the ground" spread out, and the whole person moved forward out of thin air by the force of his toes and soles.

However, the figure flashed, and the next moment, Cheng Guanghua, who claimed to be the vice president of the Shanghai branch of the China National Martial Arts Association, was once again stopped in front of him.

At this time, Jin Minxuan was about to rush to the edge of the cliff on this island.

Bai Yifan's face sank, and suddenly, he already understood why Mu He Qianxia hadn't come over so long.

"Are you sure you want to mess with me?" He coldly raised his head and looked at Cheng Guanghua.

Cheng Guanghua didn't change a smile on his face, and said faintly: "Our Huaxia martial arts circles have our Huaxia rules. You and the kendo master from Neon have crossed the line."

"That said, I'm here to find trouble." Bai Yifan nodded, and for an instant a suffocating aura that he had never seen before came out.

"Young man--" Cheng Guanghua said without changing his complexion, still smiling, "Going into the house to call people, and to worship the gods. You run into the realm of Shanghai and don't come to visit us first. Now we are going to kill people in our land again—"

His voice paused for a while, and when he spoke again, he already had a hint of coldness: "I'm afraid, it doesn't take our Shanghai branch too much."

"Understood—" Bai Yifan nodded, a sneer of disdain appeared on his face, "No wonder my old man looks down on you, hehe, China National Martial Arts Association, now it is really bureaucratic."

While he was talking, in his sight, Jin Minxuan had already jumped and jumped from the cliff into the sea without hesitation.

Cheng Guanghua also saw this scene, but smiled indifferently: "Bureaucrats are not bureaucrats, and it is not something a warrior of your age can arbitrarily discuss-this black list killer, since we have discovered it, we will naturally be there. People to handle it. As for you—"

Halfway through his words, his voice was forced back into his throat by a strong wind.

Bai Yifan didn't talk nonsense with him at all. He raised his hand, and when Cheng Guanghua said the word "disposal" of "naturally there will be our people to deal with", he directly slapped it towards his facade.

Although Cheng Guanghua is in his eleventh of a meter, he is still half a head short compared to Bai Yifan.

Therefore, when Bai Yifan raised his hand, with this unreasonable height difference, facing his facade, he cut a hand "sharp the sky".

Where did Cheng Guanghua think of this young man who he regarded as a junior and he didn't really care about him. He really dared to do it directly on himself. Moreover, he used his housekeeping kung fu "Bagua Palm", and he was immediately excited. Angrily, when he raised his hand, he was also greeted with a "turning the sky".

Since the creation of Master Dong Haichuan, Baguazhang has divided into many schools, but the basic "64 hands" is similar.

And this hand "turning the sky" is the "transformed palm" in the "sixty-four hands" of the Bagua Palm. It uses explosive power and inch power. It is punched out by a Baguazhang master and can bear the weight of a modern house. A big hole was shot directly on the wall.

Cheng Guanghua's "turning the sky" was an angry shot. Although he didn't use his full strength, he still had the thought of breaking Bai Yifan's arm with a palm.

Who would have thought that the two people’s palms collided, the backs of their hands patted each other, and the two "dark powers" hit each other. Cheng Guanghua only felt that the other's "dark powers" were like waves in the sea, one after another, almost It was an instant that all the strength he played was cancelled out, and the subsequent waves of ground strength hit him, forcing him to retreat to resolve this "dark strength".

At the moment he regressed, in his ears, he heard a syllable that made him jealous--

"Go!" Bai Yifan exhaled, and after pushing Cheng Guanghua back with a palm, he exerted force under his feet, "Kirin Step" stepped forward and directly chased him toward the cliff ahead.

Cheng Guanghua's retreat was three steps in a row.

His face suddenly burst into an abnormal red, not being invaded by Bai Yifan's "dark power", but angry by the word "rolling"!

Looking at the whole of Shanghai, anyone who dared to use this word to him, at least, hadn't seen one until just before!

At this moment, the vice president of the Shanghai branch of the China National Martial Arts Association was really angry.

"The kid is looking for death!" He screamed, and guessed the next step with his foot. The rock was covered with cobweb-like cracks when he stepped straight on the rock. The moment he moved the unicorn step forward, the whole rock turned out to be " "Wow!" It broke completely!

This step is at least equivalent to the impact of nearly a thousand catties of gravity.

"Tsk--" Bai Yifan frowned at the sound of the strong wind breaking through the air behind his ears, turned his head and glanced, spit out six words, "It's really a ghost."

As he spoke, he had already turned around and stepped, greeted him with the exact same "Tong back palm": "Get out!"