This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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“Da Qiang lets this little white face know what it means to be invisible!” The yellow-haired boss with the tiger's head tattoo stood on the ground with the steel pipe in his hand, pulling his ear shit and saying: “But don't beat him to death, just breathe! ”

“Yes!” the muscular dwarf twisted his neck, clashing his fist against his chest and rushing straight at Night Xuan.

“Look at my great peng spreading its wing!! ”

His speed quickly came closer to Night Xuan morning, and he jumped more than a meter from the ground directly, then his fist swung out hard, and went to the beautiful face of Night Xuan morning...

The gangsters behind them blew their whistles instantly, as if they had seen the Night Xuan morning teeth bleeding off and then falling hard on the ground!

Night Xuan's lip corner pulled up a playful taste, and he didn't shy away. He stood in place. When the fist was about to reach the face door, he made a move and grabbed the fist of the muscle dwarf.

“Huh?” Night Xuan suddenly shouted softly, his eyes flashed a little surprise, because he felt a little extraordinary power from the dwarf's fist!

Spirit Power?

This dwarf actually has spiritual power. Although it is weak, it is indeed spiritual power. Is there a practitioner in the world?

In a brief moment, Night Xuan responded, giving up the idea of breaking the dwarf's hand, pushing hard in his hand, the dwarf's body instantly flied out, stood still for a few steps.

“Hmm? That kid actually took Big Keung's punch!” Take the short fat guy you like and be surprised.

They all know that even though they are big and small, they are incredibly powerful. They used to smash the bones of the city champions with a single punch, shocking many people!

But this boy looks weak, he can't help but block this punch so easily, is it strong water discharge?

Well, that should be all there is to it.

After holding on to his figure, he was also somewhat surprised. Is it a coincidence that this boy pushed himself away with a gentle hand?

Night Xuan morning spared an interesting stare at the powerful, thought that this was a world without a practitioner, I didn't expect to see the spiritual power on this person.

“Little man, try punching me again!” Night Xuan Dawn Dao.

When he heard such a request, his strong face instantly sank, and he felt that Night Xuan morning was provoking himself, “Boy, you are dragging! Give you a chance to start a new organization language, I can still gently do it later! ”

Night Xuan shook his head and said seriously: "No, no, no, don't leave your hand, use your full strength! ”

Da Qiang Rage: “You... want to die! ”

It wasn't just him, the other gangsters were angry, and someone immediately said: "Brother Da Qiang, teach this ungrateful boy a lesson! ”

“Yeah, beat him up. He doesn't even know his parents! Look how arrogant he is. ”

“That is, I have long seen such a few stinking money dragging the rich generation into trouble. ”

Everyone screamed. It was clear that the Night Xuan morning was full of hatred!

“Okay! Then I'll be all yours...” The big strong face showed a brutal smile, he hated being called a little guy the most, and he hated being looked down on by others. This kid touched his scales today.

Speaking of which, he flushed directly into the Night Xuan morning. The speed of the morning was quite remarkable, but only two or three seconds appeared in front of the Night Xuan morning.

And Night Xuan was like not responding, standing there motionless, unprepared at all!