The return of the immortals in the city

Chapter 146
Zhu Wenlong burst out with ferocious power, standing on the floor booth in the center of the reception room, his eyes wide open, his body full of hostility, like a beast about to eat people.

As expected of a master who has won the Yuncheng championship, Hu San and his gang are so scalp-numbed that they dare not look at him, let alone fight him.

Even the black boxer, stimulated by this aura, squinted his eyes slightly, arched his body slightly, and was well prepared to attack violently at any time.

Among the people present, if anyone can ignore this power, Lin Hao is the only one.

But seeing him sitting on the table, drinking tea slowly, with a faint smile on his face, his demeanor, even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, his expression would not change.

Some people say that being ignored is the greatest challenge.

Zhu Wenlong has participated in competitions for many years and has punched a few times. What kind of opponent has he never seen?

Being able to stand upright and become a master in the martial arts world of Yuncheng, Zhu Wenlong naturally has a few brushes and a sense of arrogance.

This time he provoked Lin Hao and fought with each other, but when it was time to fight, he was ignored, and his heart burst into anger, as if he wanted to knock down the roof of the reception room.

"Well, your surname is Lin. You are very happy when you say it, but you didn't expect that it is not useful."

Zhu Wenlong pointed at Lin Hao, laughed loudly, and tried his best to insult him.

"Since you don't dare to end the game, then don't talk anymore, and be honest with yourself, or I will send you to the hospital with a punch."

"Hahaha."

Lin Hao laughed, still holding the white porcelain cup, and said slowly: "I want to deal with you, and there is no need to end it. Lin can just sit still."

This is even crazier.

You, Zhu Wenlong, don't even have the qualifications to let me do it. You are really weak.

It was simply the biggest insult to Zhu Wenlong.

"See if I don't kill you."

One Buddha was born in Zhu Wenlong's spirit, and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. As if returning home from training and seeing his wife stealing a man, he twisted his waist and punched Lin Hao with his casserole-sized fist.

This punch was powerful and heavy, and it actually made the sound of howling and piercing the air.

The air was torn apart, revealing all the fierce power.

Ordinary people were sent to the west directly after receiving this punch.

When Hu San and the others saw the punch, they were all startled. They could only see a black shadow, they couldn't see the impact of the fist at all, and subconsciously wanted to get up and back away.

Sure enough, it was ferocious, worthy of being the champion of Yuncheng.

Everyone murmured in their hearts, some of them didn't know Lin Hao's ability, and subconsciously thought in their hearts, this little boy won't be punched in the head, right?

The wind of the fist roared, blowing the paper in front of Hu San into the air.

At this moment, Lin Hao was still sitting still. When the fist came in front of him, he shook his arm lightly, stretched out two fingers, and instantly clamped Zhu Wenlong's wrist.

There was a whirring sound.

The ferocious fist stopped abruptly.

Zhu Wenlong didn't expect that a punch that could explode a three-centimeter-thick wooden board would be blocked by two fingers.

In [-] seconds, Zhu Wenlong reacted, violently twisting his arm, trying to withdraw his fist, but suddenly found that his arm was not moving at all.

How can this be?

Not only Zhu Wenlong was surprised, but also the onlookers showed disbelief.

Especially Zhu Wenhu, who is deeply aware of his cousin's strength, is firmly ranked among the top three in the entire Yuncheng martial arts world.

Lin Hao, who looked like a weak chicken, was able to stop the attack with just two fingers and sitting still, which was too shocking.

The black and thin boxer who was punching also had a frowning look, and his brows were slightly frowned.

Zhu Wenlong didn't pay attention to the reactions of the people around him. Seeing that he couldn't retract his left fist, he swung his right arm, and with a big swing, he swept across Lin Hao's chin.

Just when the fist was punched out, Zhu Wenlong suddenly noticed that a surging force was passing along Lin Hao's fingers.

This force was too strong, with Zhu Wenlong's body as thick as a bear, he couldn't bear it, and staggered back.

Teng Teng Teng.

Zhu Wenlong took three steps back and stood firm. The distance between Lin Hao and Lin Hao was more than two meters. Not to mention that he didn't hit the fist, even if he did, he still couldn't hit the target.

At this time, Zhu Wenlong finally understood that Lin Hao's strength was beyond his expectations, and he immediately withdrew his contempt, and his expression became serious.

"It's my turn."

After Lin Hao finished speaking quickly, he flicked his finger in the white porcelain cup, picked up a drop of water on his fingernail, and flicked it.

brush.

A cyan light and shadow flashed, and there was a sharp whistling sound. This drop of cyan tea, like a hidden weapon out of a chest, instantly tore through the air and shot into Zhu Wenlong's eyes.

So fast.

Among the people present, no one could clearly see the trajectory of the water droplets.

With just a thought, the water drops broke through the limit of the retina, and there was no way to defend against it.

Even if Zhu Wenlong is a master, he can't see clearly after tempering his eyesight. His eyelids twitched, his heart felt numb, and his body trembled...

So strong.

If I can't hide, this small drop of water will definitely blow my eyes.

It can be said that Zhu Wenlong at this time was completely shrouded in a fierce and fierce shadow, and his brain could hardly respond, only endless fear.

Fortunately, more than ten years of hard training and countless battles have allowed him to cultivate his body's self-reaction.

The moment the water drops were about to enter his eyes, Zhu Wenlong's left arm was lifted up to protect his eyes.

puff.

It sounded like a watermelon being cracked by a hammer, or the sound of a basketball being exploded.

The crowd couldn't see what was going on, they only saw Zhu Wenlong's body, and he took two quick steps back. When he stopped, he groaned in pain.

This is not true, is it?

How could a drop of water have such power?

Everyone was dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and the group was petrified.

Zhu Wenlong's ears were buzzing, his arms were trembling constantly, he looked down at the back of his left hand, his complexion suddenly changed, from black to white, and then to bruise, it was extremely ugly.

After practicing martial arts for more than ten years, Zhu Wenlong has seen too many fellow martial artists, but he has never seen such a fierce person.

Even in his own imagination, the best martial arts can only be able to pierce stones with a flick of a finger and turn iron into mud.

The realm of that step is the legendary realm, which is only recorded in some classics, and only appears when some people are bragging.

It is still unknown whether human Lianjiazi can reach that step.

Zhu Wenlong thought to himself that with his strength, he would never be able to achieve it in his life.

Zhu Wenlong's fists were very hard, and he dared not say anything about Kaibei, but it was no problem to smash a stone. His fist's defensive power was definitely comparable to that of a stone.

Ordinary people use their fists to hit them, and they will definitely be injured.

However, Lin Hao only used a drop of water to break through the defense of his fist, which made him unbelievable.

This cannot be faked, Zhu Wenlong experienced it personally, so he naturally knew it was true. The young man who was looked down upon by him and thought he could be killed with a single punch, had really practiced martial arts to a level that he could not even dream of.

Fighting against such a person, not to mention him, even if the people in the room fight together, they can't move a single hair.

no Zuo no Die.

Zhu Wenlong finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

At this moment, he has an ugly face and a bitter heart. After provoking such a master, is he still alive?

If a person sits still, only a few drops of water can kill him.

No wonder he was so crazy, no wonder he was regarded as a guest of honor, and Hu San was regarded as a master of the field, even Hu San had to bring people to meet him, showing respect.

People have this qualification.

It's ridiculous, I just got a little fame in the boundary of Yuncheng, got a few trophies, and arrogantly thought that the world was invincible, it's really ridiculous.

Just at a certain moment, Zhu Wenlong had many thoughts in his heart.

(End of this chapter)