The two came and went on the lawn outside. Seeing that the fight was inevitable, Shen Yao glanced at her father bitterly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, if Brother Wen Zhao hurts Xu Cheng, I don't want to fight him in the future." See him at home."
Shen Wansan said cursingly: "If he really wants to chase my daughter, if he doesn't even have the ability, how can you feel safe in the future? We don't need anything, but you need a sense of security. Dad knows, so, you have to test it." His strength."
Shen Yao: "You haven't figured out anything, it's not him who wants to chase me now, it's my daughter who wants to chase someone else."
Shen Wansan stared: "What?" Then he hesitated and said, "Are you chasing someone? What is your identity? How can you chase such a kid?"
Shen Yao retorted: "What's wrong with such a kid? My mother used to be a school girl, so why did she fall in love with you, a poor boy? Look at you, you're so ugly."
Shen Wansan almost vomited blood: "I...you girl is not big or small, do you say that about father?"
Shen Yao hummed: "Fortunately, I don't look like you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get married."
Shen Wansan stared: "Am I your real father?"
Shen Yao didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and walked out anxiously.
Outside.
Xu Cheng threw the jacket to Ran Jing. His muscular body was quite predictable. After all, he was 1.9 meters tall with long legs, and the tight-fitting vest really made women look very seductive.
And Wen Zhao, who was nearly 1.75 meters tall, also took off his coat and watch, and then came to the opposite side of Xu Cheng and twisted his fists, feet and neck as a warm-up.
"Wouldn't it be better if you came here earlier. If you want to be so direct about those messy things, senior brother can indeed teach you a thing or two. I'll teach you what melee combat is right now."
As he spoke, he swayed in front of Xu Cheng, and kicked Xu Cheng's calf lightly. Usually, when a calf is kicked, a person loses his center and half kneels down. Then Wen Zhao's plan is to subdue him and let Xu Cheng I know that I can have thousands of ways to teach him to be a man.
However, when the self-righteous Wen Zhao passed by, Xu Cheng didn't hide, but the moment his foot touched Xu Cheng, it felt extremely hard! Xu Cheng didn't react at all, and had a tendency to bend over and half kneel, and just stood there looking at him.
That look seemed to say again: What are you doing
Wen Zhao kicked again, kicking Xu Cheng's calf joint from behind, Xu Cheng's kick was unmoved at all, and when he kicked over again, Xu Cheng kicked against him.
As a result, Wen Zhao's foot felt as if he had kicked a steel plate with a thickness of tens of centimeters. The bone in his calf hurt so much that he quickly retracted his foot, grinning his teeth and looking at Xu Cheng in astonishment.
Xu Cheng smiled slightly: "Brother, please teach me about your leg skills."
Wen Zhao squinted his eyes, and then swept his right foot over. Xu Cheng didn't dodge, and directly used his fist to meet his leg. When the fist hit Wen Zhao's calf, Wen Zhao only felt that it was not a soft fist, but a fucking steel pipe, or the feeling of a solid steel pipe being thrown hard on his calf.
Wen Zhao kicked out very smartly, but when his whole leg was hit by Xu Cheng's punch, he was so painful that he jumped up and down on one foot, as if one foot suddenly stepped on a nail, he just missed hugging his leg and screaming in pain.
After jumping three times, Wen Zhao stood firm, retracted his painfully painful foot and put it down, but he didn't dare to put his weight on this foot. It was obvious that Xu Cheng's punch just now made his hamstring cramps, otherwise he would have It won't hurt to jump up.
Wen Zhao looked at Xu Cheng awe-inspiringly now, the strength that Xu Cheng showed in those two blows just now was very strong!
Could it be that this guy has practiced some kind of iron sand palm or something
That being the case, Wen Zhao had no choice but to use tight-fitting grappling with him. Immediately, he took a stride to Xu Cheng's side, stretched out his hand and twisted his wrist, trying to put his leg on his waist, and then fell over his shoulder to take him down, but who knew, when he did all the essentials of the movement, After recovering, when he was about to throw Xu Cheng hard, he found that Xu Cheng had not been picked up and shaken even with all his strength. Wen Zhao's eyes widened, what the hell? Why is his center of gravity so stable
Xu Cheng stood motionless and let Wen Zhao throw him somersaults. When Wen Zhao pressed his thighs against his waist, Xu Cheng’s waist also pressed hard. His ten times strength was released, and his waist was as firm as a rock. It was not Wen Zhao at all. Ones that can be matched and then swung.
Xu Cheng saw that he tried to throw himself several times in a row but he didn't get up, so he snorted softly, grabbed Wen Zhao's wrist with his backhand, and exerted five times the strength, which was equivalent to more than five hundred catties, directly knocked Wen Zhao, who was not good enough, The 160-jin man was pulled away, and then he swung it, and in the face of Shen Wansan and Shen Yaoranjing's astonishment, he forcibly grabbed Wen Zhao's wrist and swung it.
Wen Zhao was stunned, only to realize that he was being pulled mercilessly by a brute force, that kind of powerlessness was like a black hole sucking everything in, and then his feet left the ground and lost his center of gravity, and then Wen Zhao found that he had become A toy, an iron ball toy with strings in Xu Cheng's hand, he kept waving and spinning, he didn't know how many times Xu Cheng swung himself around, anyway, when Wen Zhao was dizzy and foaming at the mouth , his hand suddenly loosened, and he flew towards the clouds in the sky like a kite with a broken string.
Shen Wansan has seen someone with great strength, but he has never seen someone who can throw a 160-jin big man like an iron ball and throw it ten meters away, and the person he was thrown is still proud of him The bodyguard, the bodyguard who always said "Boss, I'm really strong!" The master who claimed to be one in a million carefully selected from among the 36 troops, who could fight against dozens with one enemy, flew into the distance while howling like a mad dog, and drew a beautiful parabola, accompanied by Wen Zhao. The vomited residue was flying in the sky, and it was not known whether it came out of his mouth or from incontinence.
Anyway, this is not important anymore, when Shen Wansan looked at Xu Cheng, he was full of astonishment. When Xu Cheng put on his coat and passed by him, he said to him, "Please help me to persuade Senior Brother so that he doesn't get overwhelmed."
"I'll see you off." Shen Yao pulled Xu Cheng out with a smile on his face.
Shen Wansan trotted to the lawn not far away, and saw Wen Zhao looking up at the sky with his feet up, his eyes were dull, and white foam was still spitting out of his mouth.
"A master? Guards? I'm bah!" Shen Wansan couldn't help but hit him, contemptuously, he almost threw his face into it.
"Old... boss. I... I'm really... really strong!" Wen Zhao said vaguely.
Shen Wansan: "You are so strong that I am afraid now. What the hell, is this the rare master you are talking about?"
"I'm really strong." Wen Zhao spit out a mouthful of foam: "But...but that bastard is... a perverted/strong person!"
After finishing speaking, he vomited on the ground.