"Master Xiong, are you going to let this kid come out and die?" Feng Lang said disdainfully. As for the arrogant words of the boy just now, he ignored them directly. No warrior who can practice to his level is not a firm mind. If a few words affect his mood, he will not take revenge.

"If you have the guts, come out, don't quarrel." Wu Hao said impatiently.

Su Weifeng shook his head and was very dissatisfied with Wu Hao. He looked no different from those young masters of the family. He should have been smooth sailing since childhood. So he thought he was self-righteous. Feng Lang is indeed a master. It can be seen from his walking and sitting posture that he just sat there, and he seemed casual, but in fact he was not sure at all. He could see clearly at Su Weifeng's position.

This is a preparation for fighting at any time. As long as there is a little bit of trouble, you can react immediately. Such a person is either a timid and cautious person, or an instinctive reaction developed when he has actually been on the battlefield and may die at any time. But this man is obviously not a timid person, so how can you, a young boy, deal with such a person?

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wishes and let you know what a yellow-level warrior is before you die. Don't think that you will be invincible if you learn some three-legged kung fu." Feng Lang laughed loudly, stood up slowly, and walked towards Wu Hao.

Master Xiong glanced at Mr. Wu, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was obviously worried. He invited Mr. Wu to come, and he didn't even think that he could solve this problem with a grandson.

"My grandson has been practicing Bajiquan with me since I was a child. Now his internal strength is small. Even if I can't defeat Feng Lang, there is no problem in protecting myself." Mr. Wu stroked his beard and said confidently that his grandson has a high talent. He also wanted to take the opportunity to let his grandson compete with the masters, and he also tempered him.

Master Huo snorted coldly and didn't say anything. He didn't mind anyone taking the initiative to test the enemy. Seeing what strength it was, he would also be prepared in his heart.

After hearing Feng Lang's words, Wu Hao was furious and felt that his family kung fu had been insulted. He roared and stomped his feet, rushing towards Feng Lang like a cannonball.

Wu Hao leaned forward and maintained a charge posture. His calf exerted force, pushed out from bottom to top, and his right shoulder hard, leaning against the mountain. He was like a crazy bull, and he bumped towards Feng Lang with an indomitable aura. He was confident that as long as he succeeded, his opponent would either die or be injured.

Mr. Wu nodded secretly and was very satisfied with his grandson. Wu Hao used this trick just right, but he almost felt the details.

Feng Lang faced Wu Hao, who was like a bull, smiled coldly, stood firmly, and punched Wu Hao. Everyone felt that Feng Lang's punch stirred up the air, as if wherever his fist passed, it became a vacuum, and everyone's hearts rose.

It was not as everyone thought that the two people had a fierce collision, or a loud noise came out, and silently, a figure flew backwards. It was Wu Hao, who was like a bull. His right shoulder collapsed, half of his body was dyed red, and he sank on the ground like mud, not knowing life and death.

"Xiao Hao." Old Master Wu stood up and shouted loudly, shocked. This was his only grandson. If something really happened, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Don't worry, he can't die. I don't want to kill such a rookie, but I have to lie down for a year or two, hahaha." Feng Lang laughed loudly.

"Okay, then I'll meet you." Old Master Wu roared and walked towards Feng Lang.

After calming down, he had no confidence in defeating Feng Lang. No one knew his grandson better than him. It was difficult for him to ask himself that this man could kill his grandson with one punch, but he had to take action no matter what, he had to take revenge on his grandson and wash away the shame for level 8.

"Level 8th Fist Wu Di, please." Mr. Wu is an older generation of warriors and attaches great importance to the etiquette and rules of martial arts competition.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take action. You will have no chance when I take action." Feng Lang sneered, very disdainful of this old man.

"You, very good..." Mr. Wu was so angry and arrogant, so arrogant.

Mr. Wu could no longer maintain his demeanor as a paranormal person. He rushed up with anger on his face, used his internal strength, and slapped Feng Lang one by one. Mr. Wu's palms were white, and there seemed to be a layer of white film on his palms. Each palm seemed to have no strength, but in fact, he could open a stone to crack a stone. You can imagine what the effect would be if this palm was pressed on a person.

Feng Lang didn't dare to neglect, and used his internal strength to fight with Mr. Wu. The two of them had already passed more than a dozen moves in an instant. The two of them were as fast as lightning. Master Xiong and others couldn't see the movements of the two. There were dense spider-web-like cracks on the marble floor wherever they passed, which made everyone stunned. Is this still a human? The marble floor wherever they walked was cracked.

Xiong Ye sighed in his heart that this is the power of a yellow-level warrior. It has completely surpassed the cognition of ordinary people. At the same time, he was afraid in his heart that he always thought that it was difficult for anyone to threaten him with his current power, but he did not know that the real world was not what he imagined, so this kind of warrior could easily kill him.

The more Mr. Xiong thought about it, the more scared he became. Fortunately, he invited Mr. Wu and Mr. Huo, otherwise no one could deal with his enemy. I wondered how he became so powerful in a few years when he was chasing him. What did he experience?

Master Xiong has already thought that if the disaster can be successfully passed today, he will definitely hire a bodyguard for a yellow-level warrior. Even if he spends more money, he will be willing to spend. Compared with money, life is more important. Who knows that one day the opponent will hire such a warrior to deal with him?

The head of the Wang family was even more shocked. In his world, the special forces bodyguards were the top-level existence. When had they seen such a person completely refreshed his understanding. This time he also brought several top bodyguards in the family, one of whom was also said to be a yellow-level warrior, but in actual combat, the level of those special forces bodyguards was just that strong.

So he had no deep impression of these yellow-level warriors, but now he saw the battle between Mr. Wu and Feng Lang, but they were not the battle between them, just two human-shaped monsters. He had already decided to go back and have a meeting to study this issue carefully. The family's security power has discovered a huge loophole.
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