Sneek was very strong and looked like a brown bear, so he flew out and smashed the glass door directly. The debris was scattered on the spot, covering a large corridor.
The son's brother Chang Wenxin was stunned, and the bodyguard Mike was also stunned. Neither of them expected that Zhang Feng would be beaten by Zhang Feng with the cultivation base of Snake's eighth rank.
You know, Snake was the attacker, using a powerful straight punch, but Zhang Feng used the same move to fly...
It can be seen that Zhang Feng's cultivation base is much higher than that of Snake.
"Nine... Nine-Rank..." Mike's zombie face was strained with a look of fear.
Ninth rank martial artist! That is the top existence of the Pyramid of Martial Artists, second only to the master, and there are only five masters known in the world.
As long as a ninth-rank martial artist stands up, it can crush other martial artists, and the number is no longer a problem for this level of master.
Their mastery of power has reached a very high level, and they are backed by a powerful zhenqi...
Mike looked at Zhang Feng, and his nervous sweat came out, like pockmarks, all on his face.
"Little son, little... be careful!" His nervous words were unsatisfactory.
"I don't believe that guy is Grade 9!" Chang Wenxin curled her lips, staring at Zhang Feng.
He was defeated soon, Zhang Feng's eyes were too sharp and too cold, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.
At this time, there was a moaning sound from outside the store. Snake, who had been wandering for a long time, actually sat up. His right arm was dropped in a weird posture. It appeared to be dislocated. The posture of his palm was also very strange. It was not a broken finger. , That is, multiple joint dislocations.
A martial artist of the eighth rank dignified, said miserably.
However, this guy actually stood up from the broken glass on the floor, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Feng, "Good skill, I actually underestimated you, are you a ninth rank?"
How heartless can you say this when facing the strong
For a while, Zhang Feng became interested in Snake, but when he saw Chang Wenxin cowering and hiding behind the bodyguard, his face was cold again.
"It's a pity, Mingzhu secretly cast!"
Hearing this, Sneek was furious, strode heavy, dragged his dislocated right arm, rushed into the store again, and rushed towards Zhang Feng.
This indomitable fearless spirit is worthy of warriors
Admire, perhaps, this is the prerequisite for him to achieve the eighth rank before the age of thirty.
Zhang Feng appreciates Snake a bit, but the two sides are enemies, and he will not be soft.
Seeing that Sneek jumped into the air and attacked his head with a scissor-like leg, he finally moved his steps.
He flashed sideways, then raised his leg with a blow, and his long leg was directly raised to the side of his head.
Then, he pressed it down severely.
Zhang Feng's legs were pressed against Snake's legs, and a dull collision sounded, and the collision of power caused serious consequences.
Sneek immediately lost his center of gravity and was too late to react. He rotated 180 degrees in mid-air, and finally patted the ground flat, like a bear falling from a height, and the shaking floor shook a few times.
The decorations hung on the wall in the store were all shaken to the ground.
Zhang Feng stood with his leg closed, looking down at Sneek, and asked faintly: "Knowing that I am a ninth-level cultivation base, you have to rush to attack, is it stupid or ignorant?"
Snake was about to burn five times after falling, and he opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood. The lungs must have been injured, but he held up his head and roared: "I don't dare to brighten the sword, what kind of warrior is he still?"
Zhang Feng nodded, admiring the goods more and more.
As a warrior, you need to have an indomitable spirit and blood. Without these two things, no matter how high your aptitude is, there will be no future.
Zhang Feng ignored Snake, the inner palace was injured, he no longer had the strength to fight, and it was even difficult to get up, turned his head to look at Mike and Chang Wenxin, and smiled coldly.
"Apologize to my friend, otherwise, he will end up." Finger Snake.
As soon as the words were spoken, the two of them trembled in terror.
Ninth-rank masters, even if they just stand there, can bring endless pressure to other warriors, let alone threats.
"My son, you go first, I'll stop him!" The sweat on Mike's face kept rolling off, his face solemn.
Chang Wenxin was not a fool either, nodded, and Sa Yazi ran out.
"Want to run, how easy is it?"
Zhang Feng decided to start, and rushed to the store door erraticly.
"Pass me first!"
Mike rushed up with a roar, and ignoring the injury of his right foot, he flew and kicked and went straight to Zhang Feng's door.
Zhang Feng saw at a glance that the other party was using a false move to hold him back.
Therefore, he did not give each other a chance.
With his feet on the ground, Zhang Feng flew up in the air, twisting his body in midair, using his waist to drive his right leg, kicking with one move, and supplemented by a powerful innocence, his speed was as fast as lightning.
Mike didn't even see Zhang Feng's tricks, he instinctively put his arms around his chest.
The next moment, the muffled sound was like a drum beating. Mike was hit with both arms but failed to block Zhang Feng's kick. His eyes were instantly rounded, and then his arms were pressed by Zhang Feng's feet and hit his chest. .
The second muffled sound spread, Mike flew out, hit the shop wall, directly knocked out a big hole in the wooden wall, and fell into the shop next door.
He forced his chest to get up with severe pain. He opened his mouth and a blood arrow spurted out, followed the hole in the wall and splashed onto the original shop floor.
Immediately, he fell to the ground and fainted.
The ninth rank martial artist's one move is so terrifying.
"I can't help myself!"
Zhang Feng slid Mike coldly, and immediately rushed out of the shop and chased after Chang Wenxin, who was five or six meters away.
As if sensing the danger after coming to herself, Chang Wenxin looked back and saw that the hair that could cover her face was erected, and she ran faster.
What Zhang Feng didn't expect was that this guy was actually a martial artist. His cultivation didn't seem to be high, but his speed was dissatisfied. He jumped out six or seven meters in the blink of an eye.
He was about to rush out of the sales center.
Although speed is not Zhang Feng's strengths, but with his powerful Zhen Qi cultivation base, he used the Ye Feng Juying Figure, as fast as ghosts and charms.
Chang Wenxin fled to the cabin door and wanted to jump out. There was a horizontal corridor outside. The best way to turn without slowing down was to kick the opposite wall with her body technique and rebound to accelerate.
He did fly out, but when he stretched out his legs to kick the opposite wall, a big hand grabbed her by the collar.
"Tear..." The suit shattered.
Chang Wenxin's figure suddenly changed, his center of gravity was destroyed, and he sat down on the ground.
But his feminine face was green.
"Run, why didn't you run?"
Zhang Feng stood behind him, looked down at him, and said slowly.
Chang Wenxin shivered suddenly, turned to see Zhang Feng, a kind of like seeing the devil in front of him, shivering, it was endless, shaking like sifting chaff.
(End of this chapter)