A group of handymen of Wen Jun next to him laughed. In their opinion, today is nothing more than a good show of Master Wen Jun torturing and killing the cabbage chicken. That kid of unknown origin is definitely looking for death on his own.
As a result, Lin Yang faintly looked at the arrogant appearance of Wen Jun and his party, and gently spit out a sentence: "The time has not arrived yet. Call again at noon."
He turned around and entered the house.
Nima!
Where is such a person!
Wen Jun only felt that all the force he had just installed had been turned into air, jumped his feet with anger, and quickly yelled:
"Stop! Brat, playing early and late is the same, don't let me delay!"
Lin Yang turned his head and smiled faintly: "If you want to start the fight ahead of time, you can add a hundred fire cloud pills."
Damn it!
Wen Jun is about to vomit blood.
Even Wen Qingqing couldn't help rolling his eyes.
This kid just fell into the eyes of money, so he didn't forget to slaughter him.
"You... Yes!... Kind!"
It was the first time that Wen Jun felt that he was so suffocated by bullying. He gritted his teeth and took out a kit from his waist. It was the space container of this world, the Universe Bag, and he fell heavily in front of Lin Yang.
"There are two hundred Fire Cloud Pills and five thousand taels of silver tickets. Your mother's master throws it here. You can take it if you have the ability. Let's start!"
"Well, just so-so." Lin Yang turned around and walked towards Wen Jun who was about to explode: "Then stop the ink, let's get started, and try to compete. It's a waste to say that there are so many and nothing. time."
The whole audience was going to faint.
Who is wasting his time
"Little bastard, I'm going to tear your mouth!"
Wen Jun could finally start the fight. The anger he had been holding back for a few days could finally be vented. At this moment, he threw himself like a hungry wolf out of the cage and pounced on Lin Yang.
His figure is extremely fast, and the strength in his hands is even more frightening. The 700-jin of huge force in the middle of the body tempering burst out, and it actually faintly brought out the sound of breaking the wind, and a fist was like a heavy steel hammer. He smashed Lin Yang's face fiercely.
This is the rhythm of punching Lin Yang's entire face.
"Master, come on!"
As soon as Wen Jun shot, the men next to him started to cheer.
Even the head teacher Wang in the crowd nodded with relief at this moment. Wen Jun's kung fu was taught by him. At this moment, the strength displayed by this young master did not embarrass him at all.
However, the cheers of the audience lasted less than a second, and a muffled noise was heard, and then everyone was stunned.
Wen Jun flew back.
Moreover, Lin Yang smashed his face with a fist, and flew back in the most tragic way.
People seemed to hear the sound of Wen Jun’s broken nose, followed by red nosebleeds, white nasal mucus, and transparent tears all rushing down, as if a dyeing workshop was opened on Wen Jun’s face, the high-ranking third master of the Wen family, In front of Lin Yang, he became a poor worm rolling on the ground before he met him.
"Wow!"
After a few breaths, people heard Wen Jun's screams like killing a pig, and then they reacted and rushed over.
"Master, master, are you all right!"
A group of people helped Wen Jun up with all hands and feet. The latter's handsome face was no longer human, and he screamed in pain. He could only hear some words vaguely: "Wang, Master Wang... Report, Revenge... Useless, take him away!"
Lin Yang looked at Wen Jun faintly, the turbulent "Yan Shen Jin" in his body slowly dissipated.
He looked calm as if he was kicking a wild dog, and he seemed to be more interested in the bag on the ground.
Two hundred fire cloud pills... Enough to practice hard for a while, and there are five thousand taels of silver tickets, and you can also buy some important materials to prepare for the future plan.