"Where can I be here if I am not here?" Beiyuan Nanfeng replied.

The frivolous young man thought for a while and said, "Wouldn't you shout about something when you encounter such a thing, and then run to call the police or something?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng pointed to his sister being blown away and was now covered in thick smoke.

"Oh, I understand." The frivolous young man suddenly realized, "So what's your relationship with her."

"I am not talented, it's her brother...well, probably."

"What does it mean, it's super funny."

The frivolous young man patted his thighs and laughed: "So what do you want to do next? A hero saves the beauty? Or hope that she will get up and chop us over."

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his head: "No, I just hope you can explain to me what the situation is now. To be honest, one thing that makes people confused is enough. Let me spare two things."

The frivolous young man restrained his smile and said with great interest: "I have no obligation to explain to you. Otherwise, after you become a Buddha, ask your sister?"

He seemed to be looking forward to the reaction of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

But the social animal behind him couldn't see it anymore and scolded loudly: "Hey, don't talk nonsense, go check it quickly, there are still five minutes left in the 'crank'!"

"The road-free race! Isn't there still five minutes left? Uncle, you are rushing to get off work!" The frivolous young man turned his head and said impatiently.

"Nonsense! I'm just rushing to get off work! Don't underestimate the crowding of trams during peak hours, bastard!"

"Talking about it! Wouldn't it be better to quit your job!"

The frivolous young man yelled again, but he didn't mean to delay any further. He shrugged at Beiyuan Nanfeng and spread his hands and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, this is the case. Please die first afterwards."

After saying that.

He no longer paid attention to Beiyuan Nanfeng, turned his head and walked straight to the position where his sister fell and flew out.

"Fist-Fist-Fist."

As he walked, his five fingers loosened and clenched tightly, and after three repeated times.

As he approached the periphery of the smoke, he bent his waist and waved forward suddenly.

"Wire."

"fist."

Two sounds sounded almost at the same time.

A splash of sword light hit his fist wave and shattered.

A muffled groan came from the thick smoke.

"Haha, I know."

The frivolous young man smiled proudly.

"Hey! Behind you!"

At this moment.

The uncle from the social animal suddenly shouted at him.

"What's behind me..."

The frivolous young man turned his head unconsciously.

The uncle who was about to laugh at the fuss.

But as soon as he turned his head, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and a figure rushed towards him at a speed comparable to a flying man.

The fist magnified in his eyes...

"Bayan Fist!"

Beiyuan Nanfeng heard him shouting loudly, and with the help of the forward rushing potential energy, his fist was imprinted heavily on the bridge of his nose.

puff.

The nosebleed sputtered into the air.

Then, with a click, dripping onto the ground.

The frivolous young man staggered back several steps and was stunned.

He looked at the blood drops on the ground, raised his head suddenly, covered his bloody nose, clenched his fist with his other hand, and said furiously: "What are you doing! You bastard...don't you."

Before he could finish his fist, and before he could finish his words, Beiyuan Nanfeng grabbed his wrist and twisted it to the side, interrupting his fist, making him exclaim in pain, and at the same time, he kicked his legs in his stomach.

"You bastard!"

The uncle from the social animal was anxious and pointed his index finger at Beiyuan Nanfeng, and slapped his other hand on the shoulder.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took a big step forward, shrank his head, and hid himself in the arms of the frivolous young man.

Bang.

The flames and thick smoke exploded in the air.

The young man who was kicked up to the point of being arched became an excellent cover, blocking most of the explosion's power.

The north and south winds were unharmed.

You tm... are fighting a friendly army.

This is the last thought that was born before the consciousness of frivolous youth disappeared.

"Boy! Come out!"

The uncle from the social animal became anxious, and what happened suddenly was obviously beyond his expectations.

He once again aimed his index finger at the north wind in the arms of the frivolous young man, and slowly approached the latter, but he did not take a long time to take a picture of the palm that symbolized the "trigger".

“1,2,3!”

Beiyuan Nanfeng counted for three seconds, and suddenly pushed away the frivolous young man who had lost consciousness, supported the ground with both hands and rolled to the side.

Bang.

The explosion exploded.

Thick smoke filled the air.

"That's the matter with this little brat!"

The uncle from the social animal looked at the thick smoke and moved his index finger left and right, looking for the figure of Nanfeng from Beiyuan, and was a little furious.

The scene was frozen for a while.

until.

‘Pick.’

A slight sound came from his left front.

"Left!" Uncle Sheqi shouted and moved his index finger to the left.

A piece of cement slowly rolled out of the smoke.

The uncle from the social animal stared wide and turned his head in an instant.

I just saw the smoke gradually dissipating.

The figure of Beiyuan Nanfeng was revealed.

He half-squatted, moved his center of gravity forward, and dropped most of his weight on his arms and front legs, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

The moment when the uncle from the social animal saw him.

He moved.

Forward rush.

Amazing explosive power.

Almost instantly, it came to my eyes.

"You——" The uncle from the social animal took a step back, took a breath of cold air, and moved his hand in a pistol-shaped manner, aiming at the instant Beiyuan Nanfeng.

The north-yuan south-wind just rushed to his eyes.

He bent down, and the two were only one seat away.

He only needs to take a step forward to meet the other person.

Soon.

But it was still a little slower.

it's over.

Uncle Shezhai thought so, aimed his index finger at Beiyuan Nanfeng's head, and his other hand was about to pat his shoulder.

But at this moment.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly looked at him, showing a look of extreme horror.

But not aimed at his index finger, but behind him.
To be continued...