"You still dare to quibble."

After a severe beating, Yang Xuan just held his head.

Zhao Sanfu appeared with a righteous look on his face, pointed at the evil boys and shouted, "Stop!"

Several evil young men raised their heads, and one of them smiled ferociously, "What kind of idiot are you coming from? You guys are doing this, please stay away!"

Zhao Sanfu wanted to be a hero and save the boy, so he naturally had to act well. He said loudly: "This is Chang'an City. You call yourself an official, do you have a name?"

The evil young man narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "You can also read the Ye Ye sign? Hit him!"

Several bad guys abandoned Yang Xuan and rushed over to beat Zhao Sanfu.

Zhao Sanfu kicked one over and knocked down another with a punch. The third villain rushed over with a wooden stick and cursed: "Seeking death!"

Woo!

The stick went straight to Zhao Sanfu's forehead.

Do you want to continue acting?

In Zhao Sanfu's mind, there was a battle between heaven and man. If he wanted to win Yang Xuan's favor, it would be best to get injured. But would this stick kill someone?

A fist suddenly appeared above his head.

Boom!

The stick collided with the fist. The material of the stick was so good that it didn't break and sliced ​​diagonally across the side.

Boom!

Zhao Sanfu's battle between heaven and man was over. A big bump quickly bulged on his forehead, his eyes were blank, and his body was swaying...

Yang Xuangang tested whether his fist could carry a wooden stick hard, and the result was positive. Although it was not as good as Yang Lue's ability to break a horizontal knife with one punch, it was still very good. Only then did he remember Zhao Sanfu who was helping him, and turned around and asked with concern

Said: "Are you okay?"

puff!

Zhao Sanfu fell straight to the ground.

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Chapter completed!