"Huang Feihu, you are arrogant!" Fang Chong, behind him, immediately stood up, playing the role of a follower, and scolded him sternly: "Mr. Chu is a distinguished guest of our Fang family. If you still admit that you are a disciple of the Wu League, please release me quickly, otherwise I will tell my grandpa that you will not be able to eat and leave--"

Having said that, Fang Zhong was extremely nervous. He was just a playboy. Facing the pressure of Huang Feihu as a martial arts master, it is conceivable. He just gritted his teeth and held on to speak in order to express his determination to Chu Feng.

Sure enough, Huang Feihu spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at that time, and cursed disdainfully: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be the little boy of the Fang family, haha--"

"Little guy, maybe your grandfather Fang Zhentian is so qualified to compete with me. As for you?" Huang Feihu smiled grimly and slapped Fang Chong in the face, "Get out as far as I can, get out!"

"you--"

Fang Chong covered his cheeks with blood, gritted his teeth, but he dared not speak out.

As Huang Feihu said, he is a master of martial arts and a celebrity in front of nine thousand years old. He doesn't even take his grandfather, the president of the martial arts in Jiangbei District, seriously. What qualifications does he have to show off his power in front of others?

"Hahaha, boy, this is your support, this is your confidence? What a joke."

Huang Feihu slapped Fang Chong, and he was even more confident. He looked proud and pointed at Chu Feng with arrogant words: "I will give you a chance now, kneel down, kowtow to apologize, and be careful about how I played with your woman. Maybe I can be very compassionate and spare your life-"

Huang Feihu held his head proudly, like a god looking down at all living beings, and could easily trample everything under his feet.

He dusted his chest, the tiger-head badge symbolizing strength and status, and under the moonlight, the tiger roared, and was even more domineering-

The disciples of the Wu League had been so excited that they could not help themselves, their blood was boiling, and they wished they could bow to Huang Feihu on the spot.

At this time, Chu Feng finally finished his makeup for Tang Sisi. He turned his head and said lightly: "Have I asked you to speak?"

This, is this his?

"Boy, you. Mom is looking for death-"

Huang Feihu's mouth suddenly twitched wildly, and his aura surged. He swung out with a punch, breaking through the wind with a howling sound, as if he could cut the air.

This punch made countless disciples of the Martial Arts League excited. The Battle Tiger Fist and Huang Feihu's unique skills are said to be a gift from the nine thousand years old.

It is with this set of boxing that Huang Feihu broke through the realm of a master of martial arts within two years and was at the top of the emperor!

What a glory it is to be able to see the master of martial arts in his own life the master of fame.

Chu Feng raised his right hand lightly, and just waved his five fingers casually.

"Okay kneel."

Boom-

In an instant, Huang Feihu was like a frightened bird. His burly body thumped hard on the ground with a bang. The dust flew, and the concrete ground, smashing a pit of more than half a punch, and a human-shaped groove was clearly visible.

This, this-

Everyone present, the frenzy of their faces was gradually replaced by shock, and they looked at everything in front of them in disbelief—

"Bastard, I want to kill you--" Huang Feihu roared and roared.

boom--

Just as he stood up, he was quickly pressed down and fell to the ground with his limbs, like a stray dog.

Bang bang bang-

This has been repeated seven or eight times. Every time Huang Feihu tried his best, Chu Feng just waved his hand lightly and could easily press him down.

Once or twice, you can barely use sneak attacks and be explained by luck.

But now, seven or eight times, it's all like this-

That can only explain one problem-Huang Feihu is far from Chu Feng’s opponent, far from being!

Sisisi—

After reaching this conclusion, the scene suddenly became silent.

Huang Sheng's hand immediately slammed, as if he had fallen into the Nine Nether Hell, and shouted, "It's over."

The children of the Martial Alliance were completely stunned. Huang Feihu, the invincible master of martial arts, was like a dead dog, and was suppressed without any power to turn hands!

Fang Chong was even more shocked, his eyes showed an ecstasy look, and he was extremely excited. He understood that he had played the right move in this dangerous move!

"What is my dependence, now you know?"

Chu Feng bent his fingers, and Huang Feihu suddenly felt like a dead dog, covered in wounds, and he had difficulty getting up from the ground.

His face was shocked, panic, and disbelief, but only - no fear!

"I admit that your strength is far superior to me, and I can't beat you, but so what? I am from the Martial Alliance. In the world, no warrior dares to challenge the Martial Alliance!"

Huang Feihu raised his head and stared at Chu Feng tightly, making the badge in front of him flicker, like a kind of faith that can bring him infinite power-

"No matter how strong you are, you can be more powerful than the 9,000th anniversary of the 'Supreme Warrior'? No matter how strong you are, you dare to challenge the eight million martial arts disciples?

"Do you dare? Do you have the courage? Do you have the confidence?!"

Huang Feihu straightened his chest, and was powerful, and every word was gems. Anyone could hear the pride and confidence in his words.

Wu Alliance, Nine Thousand Years!

In the world of warriors, this is a golden signboard, and it is also a Shangfang sword. Who dares not to obey?

"Nine thousand years old?"

However, Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and carried his hands on his back, as if he had recalled some past events:

"Wei Zhongxian, an old eagle dog, jumped happily after I retired-"

Huang Feihu's pupils shrank in an instant, staring at Chu Feng tightly, stunned, as if he had heard the most ruthless thing in the world.

More than 100 disciples from the Martial Alliance were all looking like earth, and they sucked in the air conditioner, one after another—

This guy—
Chapter completed!