Lord of the Desert

Chapter 122 Rolling
Quan Huarong's experience in many battles is not bragging.

Even though the barren sand battle armor looks terrifying, he still hasn't lost his fighting spirit.

Only this time, Mopanpalm's stored energy lasted longer than usual.

Seeing this, Hong Fan slightly lowered the hardness of the sand shield to form a match of "soft on the outside and rigid on the inside" with the armor.

This is the "buffering energy absorption" architecture widely used in the automotive industry in the past.

Quan Huarong took a deep breath, and blasted out with a palm, hitting the tower shield.

He has no other place to fight anyway...

The high-frequency vibrations of Buddha's zhenqi blasted the deserted sand where the palm fell, and ripples appeared on the shield surface like water waves.

This is the performance of energy dissipation.

Moments later, the ten-centimeter-thick sand shield was penetrated.

Quan Huarong's face was overjoyed, and he thrust his fingers into the breastplate with force.

But he only pressed half a foot in, and the power of the fist was exhausted.

The sand-cast armor slowly regained its shape.

At this time, Quan Huarong suddenly felt a creepy feeling - around his right arm, the cold sand was squirming and locked.

It was as if a ferocious beast was moving its mouthparts, ready to chew.

He pulled out his hand suddenly, but he couldn't pull it out all at once.

"Martial arts are not good, but the killing method is good."

Hong Fan commented.

"Okay, now it's my turn..."

"No!"

Quan Huarong interrupted quickly.

"I haven't retracted my hand yet, so I can't defend."

"Then you take it back."

Hong Fan laughed.

Quan Huarong had no choice but to exert his strength again, but unfortunately, his posture was awkward and it had no effect.

At this moment, the rule of not moving but not moving has become his restriction.

"What's the matter? Do you not take it back, or can you not take it back?"

Hong Fan was concerned.

Hong Lie folded his arms and couldn't help laughing, Zheng Fuqu and Chi Yiyue even burst out laughing.

Quan Huarong exerted his strength again, his face was flushed, and his back was already soaked in sweat.

"I can't take it back..."

He said in a very low voice.

"You can't attack, you can't retreat; is this considered a loss?"

Hong Fan lowered his head and asked.

"The offense and defense of Fudoji are based on rounds. It was my offensive round just now, so of course it doesn't count!"

Quan Huarong was in a hurry.

"Okay, if you say it doesn't count, it doesn't count."

Hong Fan didn't talk nonsense, he let go of the barren sand shackles and let his opponent pull out his arm.

Then, he spoke quietly again.

"But once I attack, I'm afraid Brother Quan will have to find a servant to serve food and drink like Brother Ling in the next few days..."

The sand shield dissipated together with the voice.

Hong Fan held the five fingers of his right hand empty, like a giant whale sucking water, causing sand to flow all over the ground.

From the palm of his hand, a huge hammer appeared inch by inch. Its hammer head was round, with a diameter of about fifty centimeters.

Even based on the density of ordinary sand, the hammer weighs at least two hundred kilograms.

To use such a heavy weapon, not only must Hong Fan's physical strength be exhausted, but also must be assisted by Sand World's super-distance control.

How terrifying the power of this blow is, even for the two little girls who are not familiar with martial arts, it is conceivable.

Quan Huarong's face was already dark.

His forehead was beaded with sweat, and his lips were pale.

"Hua Rong, how about..."

Quan Yanghui at the side trembled to persuade him.

"shut up!"

Quan Huarong cursed in a deep voice.

At this moment, it is the heroic soul and family glory of the Quan family in Yuquan City who are supporting him.

"Just come!"

He folded his arms and hissed loudly.

The voice hadn't hit the ground yet, but it was already torn to pieces by the mighty storm.

Under the attack of the huge pumpkin, Quan Huarong is like a mantis on a cart.

The arms were shaken apart, and the bones were broken...

Futu Jin didn't have time to deal with the overflowing kinetic energy, so he simply broke his kung fu.

Quan Huarong flew seven or eight meters horizontally, rolled to the ground, and folded his arms at strange angles.

Blood gushed out like a fountain on the ground.

Even so, this is the result of Hong Fan's release of water.

Listening to the ups and downs of Haige, no one dared to speak.

"Aren't you going to treat his wound?"

Hong Fan scattered his battle armor and shouted.

Quan Yanghui and Lu Xingchao felt amnesty at this moment, and hurried forward to help their partners up.

When the hammer hit the ground, Quan Huarong, who was defeated, felt more at ease.

"I got Mr. Hong's advice today, I dare not or forget it."

He gritted his teeth and reluctantly stood up, obviously in severe pain, but pretended nothing happened.

"We lost this fight, and the three of us will leave Jinhai City tomorrow."

After the exposed wound on his arm was tied tightly by his clan brother to stop the bleeding, the man saluted Hong Fan again.

"Peers learn from each other, but dare not talk about advice."

Hong Fan replied lightly.

"You're seriously injured, so there's no need to hurry. It's okay to rest for a few more days."

"And I also have a sentence that I want three passers-by."

He looked around at the three of them and said slowly.

"The golden sea is deep and the waves are rough, and all the snake people will be drowned when they come."

"No matter what the members of the clan want, please think twice."

As soon as this remark came out, loud applause and strong applause came from all the floors and halls of Haige.

But the three of Quan Huarong were speechless, they helped each other into the building, and went from floor to floor to pay the bill.

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After half an hour.

The luncheon has been over for a long time.

The news that Ting Haige was not going to fight spread to the whole city of Jinhai under the spread of many spectators.

Hong Fan did not go home, but followed Zheng Fuqu to the Jiaotong Hall.

This time, he didn't need a maid to receive him, and went directly to the private room in the back hall with Miss Zheng.

It is the place where Fang Zhiwu's blood splashed on the screen.

Of course the screen has been replaced.

"This is Yuding's Tianxin Pill, three pills total 150 taels."

Seeing Hong Fan sitting down, Zheng Fuqu didn't ask anyone to bring some tea and snacks, but directly fetched a wooden box and put it on the table.

She only put on some light makeup today, her upper lip was nodded, and she was wearing a long aqua blue dress.

Its jet-black long hair is draped like a waterfall, tied with a brocade belt, leaving a fragrance everywhere.

Hong Fan opened the wooden box, took out the pills one by one for testing, and then took out three 50 taels of silver bills.

Based on his understanding of Miss Zheng, not only would the latter not kill him in this business, he might even pay the cost price directly.

"Tianxin Pills are very powerful. Each pill can be divided into three portions and taken with water."

Zheng Fuqu didn't touch the banknote, but inadvertently instructed.

"The lotus root went to ask the shopkeeper in the hall, and said that although Tianxin Pill can greatly improve the efficiency of practice in the penetrating realm, it will damage the meridians and leave hidden wounds. It is best not to use the three pills in succession."

The lotus root guarding the door pouted.

"I understand, thank you, Miss Fuqu."

Hong Fan sincerely thanked him.

It was the first time that Zheng Fuqu had talked with him alone since they had known each other for a long time.

And Hong Fan was really too outstanding.

The face is like Zhilan Yushu, and the temperament is like Yue Zhiyuan.

At such a close distance, when he stared at her, the girl suddenly seemed to see the bright moon, but her cheeks were flushed and she was a little confused.

"You spent money to buy it, Miss Ben earned your money, thank you for what I did..."

Zheng Fuqi left Ai Ai a sentence, turned around and ran away without even saying goodbye.

Hong Fan shook his head and smiled, put away the wooden box, got up and walked to the front hall.

At the door, Wei Ying, the guard leader of the Traffic Hall, saw him coming out, and led his subordinates to bow respectfully.

When Fang Zhiwu's incident happened, Zheng Zhun was furious, and he was supposed to be expelled.

Later, it was Hong Fan who asked Hong Wu to intercede in private before allowing this person to stay.

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