However, Mrs. Hua's energy cannot be saved. It would be a waste of time to waste time.

Um?!

An Le, who was immersed in thinking about how to distribute the energy of time, was suddenly startled.

The little mental power gained from entering meditation gave him a warning sign in his heart!

Turning his head sharply.

But in a deserted alley in the quiet street, three big men in short coats covered their mouths and noses with various triangular scarves, looking at him with a sinister smile.

Breaking the hand of a weak painter is all too familiar to this group of habitual criminals raised by Liu Qingyan.

They like to listen to the voices of those self-proclaimed literati howling miserably.

"Are you happy?"

The first one, a big man wearing a red triangle scarf, asked.

"If someone buys your hands, if you reach out your hands wisely and let us interrupt, you will save yourself a beating."

As the big man spoke, he rushed out of the alley.

The falling spring rain was shattered by his body, vaguely covering the mist of human-shaped water!

In just a few steps, he rushed to Anle's side.

The huge fist came out, and it was actually the hand move of Zhao Zu's long fist on the bad street. Although there was no energy and blood to support it, the blow was effective. He expected to see the frightened and desperate face of the young man under the oil paper umbrella, and the miserable howl that was about to sound.

.

However.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the young man's eyebrows narrowed. He looked at the approaching man with a red scarf covering his mouth and tilted his head.

Thirteen postures of Five Birds and Tigers!

Qi and blood circulate, and Qi is generated by itself!

There seems to be the sound of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests!

The strands of spring rain on the boy's body are fried into gouache!

The big man felt that the frail young man in front of him suddenly transformed into a colorful tiger!


Chapter completed!