Perspective little crazy doctor

Chapter 472 Mr. Feng Pinglang Appears!
Relying on the flow of air, he quietly perceives the figure of the ninja in front of him, without being confused by what he sees in his eyes.

Hattori saw that his opponent closed his eyes, thinking that the opportunity had come, he went up with a knife...

"Clap clap clap!"

In the blink of an eye, the two warriors had already exchanged three moves. Among the three moves, although Hattori was fast and attacked Wuchen's vital points, Wuchen actually used a skillful technique to strike fast with slow speed. Guarded.

A surprised expression appeared on Hattori's face. In yesterday's game, he quickly defeated the Chinese master with his speed, but his own speed was useless today!

If you hesitate in your heart, the speed will slow down!

Hattori is paralyzed by the opponent's slow attack and fast attack, and Wu Chen has an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"boom!"

With Wu Chen's heavy palm, he slapped Hattori's chest fiercely. After the palm hit, Hattori immediately twitched.

As a ninja, Hattori's internal strength is not strong, so he quickly adjusted his internal energy after being hit.

Seeing that his opponent slowed down, Wu Chen took the opportunity to step forward, dancing Tai Chi in an impenetrable way, and slapped Hattori on the shoulder fiercely.

"boom!"

Wuchen poured all the strength of his whole body into his palm, and Hattori's shoulder was dislocated, but even though he was hit, he let out a sneer.

"Ahhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, Wuchen covered his hand and screamed. Everyone saw that his hand had turned completely green.

"poisonous!"

Wuchen yelled, and he quickly clicked on the acupuncture points on his arm to seal the poisonous gas, but even so, half of his arm was already green, which shows how violent the poison was!

But Hattori didn't give Wuchen the chance to heal the pain in his arm. Seeing that Wuchen was concentrating on the poison, he didn't care about the dislocated arm. The dust kick flew out of the Wutai.

"Despicable! How dare you use poison!"

"It's so despicable! It's shameless to the extreme!"

……

In this match, although Hattori won, the audience scolded him for hiding poison on his shoulders, and the victory was invincible.

But Hattori didn't take the audience's words seriously at all. He gently slid his left hand on the dislocated right shoulder, and the dislocated shoulder was put back immediately.

"Who else will come up to challenge? You weak Chinese!"

On the martial stage, Hattori looked down upon the Chinese warriors in the rest area. The Chinese warriors were gnashing their teeth with hatred. This insidious ninja actually used poison and even spoke so brazenly.

"I go!"

Faced with such a despicable Japanese ninja, one person stood up.

——This person is Feng Pinglang, a well-known figure of the Huashan School!

"Mr. Feng?"

"Mr. Feng, you don't need to go out now, do you?"

"You don't need a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, Mr. Feng, you should save it until the end!"

The other warriors didn't quite agree, because Feng Pinglang was the strongest among all the Chinese warriors, so everyone didn't want Feng Pinglang to appear so early, otherwise, he would have no cards left.

"The jumping beam clown is arrogant on stage, how can I sit still?"

Facing everyone's dissuasion, Feng Pinglang said resolutely, and then he jumped lightly onto the martial platform.

From the martial artist's rest area to the martial stage, there is a distance of two to 30 meters. Feng Pinglang jumped onto the stage, which shows his high attainments in lightness kung fu!

"It's Mr. Feng Pinglang!"

"Old Mr. Feng Pinglang has appeared!"

"If old Mr. Feng appears, there will be no problem now!"

……

When the audience saw Feng Pinglang appearing on the stage, they immediately cheered. Everyone knew that Feng Pinglang's strength was impressive enough to disdain this group of foreign warriors!
"Are you the next opponent?"

Seeing that Feng Pinglang was just a short old man, Hattori seemed a little contemptuous.

"Yes."

Feng Pinglang bowed to Hattori, and then put on a posture to make a move.

"Unbelievable!"

Hattori smiled coldly, his body trembled, and his figure became blurred again.

Although in the contest with Wuchen, Hattori consumed a lot of physical strength, but this did not affect his speed. More importantly, since he had already started using poison, there was no need for Hattori to hide. After tearing up his face, he will do everything in his power to win!

Feng Pinglang didn't move at all, he just made the most basic gesture, full of flaws.

Hattori was overjoyed immediately, this guy is just swollen face to pretend to be fat, I'm afraid he is not as strong as the previous Tai Chi fighter!
With the idea of ​​underestimating his opponent, Hattori approached with swift steps, and the dagger he carried with him was already poisonous!

"brush!"

With a short knife, he went straight to Feng Pinglang's throat.

"Snapped!"

However, when the dagger was about to cut through Feng Pinglang's throat, Feng Pinglang made a sudden move and grabbed Hattori's hand holding the knife...

Hattori's figure froze, and the audience saw Hattori's figure again.

"what!?"

Hattori was extremely surprised. Feng Pinglang, who had been motionless from the beginning, was so swift and violent when he made a move?
"It's not over yet!"

His left hand was tightly held by Feng Pinglang, and he still had his right hand. The fist of Hattori's right hand was full of poisonous spikes. He punched Feng Pinglang's stomach suddenly.

Feng Pinglang raised his palm to fight back, and when the fists and palms intersected, there was a sudden loud sound——

"boom!"

After one blow, Hattori's body was thrown more than ten meters away by the wind and waves!
"It's so tyrannical?"

Hattori looked at the opponent in front of him in surprise, although as a ninja, Hattori's own internal strength is not strong, but self-protection should not be a problem.

But the palm against Feng Pinglang just now damaged Hattori's internal strength. Hattori has met so many strong people, and has never seen such a strong internal force!
"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Hattori's mouth. This Japanese ninja had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

However, there was a smile on the corner of Hattori's mouth...

"Although I was injured, the poison on your body is fatal!"

Hattori smiled coldly, when he fisted with Feng Pinglang just now, his fist was poisoned, no matter how powerful Feng Pinglang is, he can't stand against the poisonous attack!

"deadly?"

Feng Pinglang smiled slightly, stretched out his left palm, and then burst out with physical strength, a green energy was pushed out from his palm!

"how is this possible?"

Hattori's eyes widened, he couldn't believe the facts before him.

Only top internal strength masters can expel the foreign matter from the body. Could it be said that this short old man's internal strength has reached the peak?
After exhausting all the residual poison in the body, Feng Pinglang slowly walked in front of Hattori. At this time, Hattori could no longer resist...

"Hand over the antidote!"

Feng Pinglang stretched out his hand towards Hattori. When he fought Feng Pinglang just now, Wu Chen was poisoned by Hattori's poison, and he was in danger at this moment.

"I won't give it to you!" Hattori laughed wildly.

"Then, go to hell!"

As he said that, Feng Pinglang suddenly punched Hattori's stomach, and Hattori's body flew out like a piece of paper, and fell heavily to the rest area of ​​the foreign fighters.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Hattori's body had already punched a big hole in the rest area.

Looking at the ninja Hattori again, he has already been gutted and dead...

"well!"……

The audience applauded repeatedly. Mr. Feng Pinglang played really well in this match. Hattori, a Japanese ninja, was tortured to death.

"It's great! It's great! This is a master of martial arts! This is the strength of our Chinese warriors!"

"Fuck! Mr. Feng Pinglang, from now on, I will be your fan!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

……

The audience in front of the TV and computers were also cheering loudly. Since Chinese and foreign warriors began to fight, this is the most beautiful victory for Chinese warriors!
Even Ye Tian in front of the computer felt a little excited!
Feng Pinglang, a warrior from the Huashan School, can tell from his expression that he has cultivated the internal strength of the Huashan School to the peak. With such a master, maybe the Chinese warrior team can really feel proud!
"who is the next?"

On the martial platform, Fengpinglang stood majestically, he said proudly towards the rest area of ​​foreign warriors.

The sound of Feng Pinglang was amplified several times by the host in the microphone, and the audience screamed even more!

"Mr. Feng, I love you to death!"

"Awesome! Powerful! Domineering!"

……

As for the foreign warriors, although Feng Pinglang had the upper hand in terms of momentum, they still remained calm.

A foreign martial artist leaped onto the martial stage, his figure was extremely fat, more than two meters high, like a huge meatball.

"Stinky old man, let me meet you too!"

Ye Ge stared fiercely at Feng Pinglang with an evil look on his face.

Although the Yege in front of him looks very funny, but in fact, this Yege also appeared in the martial arts exchange meeting yesterday, and he completely abused the Chinese players with extremely cruel methods.

"It's that guy again! Mr. Feng, you must take revenge!"

"It's this meatball man who crushed both of our contestant's feet!"

……

The audience was aggrieved, but Feng Pinglang had already set his posture.

With one stride, Feng Pinglang came to Ye Ge's body.

"boom!"

A heavy punch hit Ye Ge's stomach fiercely.

Ye Ge sneered: "It's useless, no matter how strong the punch is, it will be dissolved by the fat on my body!"

——This is Yege's trump card. The fat on his body can resist all attacks. Even bullets and bombs cannot hurt him, but will be bounced back instead.

The fat all over his body is like a hard armor!
"what happened?"

However, the relaxed expression on Yege's face disappeared immediately.

Because Feng Pinglang's punch seemed to be just a blow, but it contained endless strength, which became stronger and stronger, and hit Yege's abdomen.

The expression on Yege's face was distorted. He wanted to struggle to avoid it, but he was already entangled by the force of Feng Pinglang's fist. How could he get away?

No matter how thick the fat is, it still looks vulnerable in front of Feng Pinglang's fist!
(End of this chapter)