Chapter 1139 Longmen Fist

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"Ugh-"

The violent sound of breaking the air suddenly resounded in Ye Hong's ears.

An empty sleeve brought a violent wind towards Ye Hong's face.

Looking at the tricky sleeves at this angle, Ye Hong was immediately annoyed.

He still held Lei Peng firmly with one hand, and patted the sleeve lightly with the other.

"Snapped!"

The sleeves snapped from it and fell into several pieces.

The one-armed old man, the old man Lei Peng called Old Zhuang, watched this scene in astonishment.

He just wanted to teach Ye Hong a lesson, but he didn't realize what happened, and his attack was cracked.

"You old man, do you know whether to hit people or not?"

Ye Hong glanced at Old Zhuang, and then turned back to look at Lei Peng, who was sweating with pain in front of him.

He exerted force on his hand again, and sighed slightly: "Xiaoling kindly reminds you, why don't you listen to the persuasion? Huh?"

"Ahhhh!"

Lei Peng fell to his knees in pain and kept begging for mercy: "I listen! I listen! Please let go!"

"Humph! I really need to clean up."

Ye Hong sent Lei Peng's words of mocking the owner of the car back to him without change.

With a release of his hand, Lei Peng rolled and crawled back behind Mr. Zhuang.

When the car owner not far away saw Lei Peng's tragic appearance, he immediately laughed happily and cast a grateful look at Ye Hong.

The rest of the tourists were also very relieved.

But they were still intimidated by Lei Peng's power, and no one spoke.

On the other side, Lei Peng, who was back behind Elder Zhuang, angrily pushed aside the twin sisters who came forward to ask for help, pointed at Ye Hong and said, "Elder Zhuang! Give me a hard beating!

Do not! Twist his hand for me! "

In the almost deformed tone, there is a strong sense of grievance and anger.

Ye Hong was so angry when he heard that, he knew that he wouldn't let this kid run away.

Old Zhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Hong, but looking left and right could not see Ye Hong's strength.

So he had no choice but to regard his failure as an accident.

"The old man is the contemporary descendant of Longmen Boxing - Zhuang Ge, the juniors are quick to report their names!"

The one-armed old man Zhuang Ge looked cold and looked at Ye Hong with a look of pride.

"What about Longmen Humen, I've never heard of it!"

Ye Hong sneered at first, then said coldly: "I hate people like you who report a lot of names at every turn.

Can the registration number violate the rules?

Can I do whatever I want with the registration number?

Believe it or not, I'll give you a name that's long enough to make you cry? "

Ye Hong's words were not false at all, and his long list of names was enough to drown Zhuang Ge.

But in Zhuang Ge's opinion, Ye Hong was playing tricks on him.

"The yellow-haired child with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, let this old man teach you to respect your elders!"

Zhuang Ge snorted coldly, and suddenly his intact left hand clenched into a fist and hit Ye Hong fiercely.

The fist seemed soft, but it caused a whimper in the air.

Hidden strength in cotton, and strength in softness, this is the essence of Longmen Boxing!

The fist is awe-inspiring, making Yao Ling, who is also in this range, pale.

The tourists who were still in line were also taken aback and hurriedly fled the area.

But this mighty boxing technique, in Ye Hong's eyes, was as ridiculous as a baby rushing over with his fist raised.

After all, Zhuang Ge is only an ancient warrior, and Ye Hong has long been an ancient warrior!

The gap between the two is destined to be a battle that has just begun and will end.