"Woo-"
The violent sound of breaking through the air suddenly echoed in Ye Hong's ears.
An empty sleeve brought up a strong gust of wind and hit Ye Hong's face.
Looking at the awkwardly angled sleeves, Ye Hong was immediately annoyed.
He still held Lei Peng firmly with one hand, and patted his sleeve lightly with the other.
"Snapped!"
The sleeve suddenly broke in the middle and fell into several pieces scattered on the ground.
The one-armed old man, who Lei Peng called Mr. Zhuang, looked at this scene in astonishment.
He just wanted to teach Ye Hong a lesson, but he didn't realize what happened at all, and his attack was broken.
"You old man, do you know whether to hit someone in the face or not?"
Ye Hong rolled his eyes at Mr. Zhuang, then turned back to look at Lei Peng, who was sweating in pain.
He exerted force on his hand again and sighed slightly: "Xiao Ling kindly reminds you, why don't you listen to the advice? Huh?"
"Ah!"
Lei Peng was so painful that he collapsed on his knees and kept begging for mercy: "I listen! I listen! Please let go!"
"Hmph! It really needs to be dealt with."
Ye Hong sent Lei Peng's mocking words to the car owner back to him unchanged.
As soon as his hand was loosened, Lei Peng rolled and crawled back behind Mr. Zhuang.
The owner of the car not far away laughed happily when he saw Lei Peng's miserable state, and cast a grateful look at Ye Hong.
The other tourists were also greatly relieved.
But intimidated by Lei Peng's power, none of them spoke.
On the other side, Lei Peng, who returned behind Mr. Zhuang, angrily pushed away the twin sisters who came to greet him, pointed at Ye Hong and said: "Old Zhuang! Here, give him a good beating!
No! Twist his hand off! "
There was deep grievance and anger in his almost deformed tone.
Ye Hong was so angry when he heard this. He would have known better not to let this kid run away.
Mr. Zhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Hong, but looking left and right he couldn't tell the depth of Ye Hong's strength.
So he had to regard the failure just now as an accident.
"I am the current successor of Longmen Quan - Zhuang Ge, please tell me your name as soon as possible!"
The one-armed old man Zhuang Ge had a cold face and looked at Ye Hong with a sense of pride.
"I've never heard of anything about Longmen and Humen!"
Ye Hong scoffed at first, then said coldly: "I hate people like you who always give out a lot of names.
Does the registration number mean that you can't follow the rules
Can I do whatever I want with my registration number
Believe it or not, I will give you a name that is so long that it will make you cry? "
Ye Hong's words were not false at all. His long list of names was enough to overwhelm Zhuang Ge.
But in Zhuang Ge's opinion, Ye Hong was just teasing him.
"You sharp-tongued yellow-haired kid, let me teach you to respect your elders!"
Zhuang Ge snorted, his intact left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and struck Ye Hong hard.
The fist seemed soft, but it caused a whimpering sound in the air.
Hardness hidden in softness, hardness in softness, this is the essence of Longmen Quan!
The punch was so awe-inspiring that Yao Ling, who was also in this range, turned pale.
Tourists who were still queuing up were also startled and hurriedly fled the area.
But in Ye Hong's eyes, this powerful punch was as ridiculous as a baby charging towards him with his fist raised.
After all, Zhuang Ge is just an ancient warrior, and Ye Hong is already an ancient warrior!
The gap between the two is destined to be a battle that will end as soon as it begins.
(End of chapter)