Chapter 57

Pei Hu laughed in anger, "Oh? I'd like to hear, what rules do you have?"

Ye Yang touched his fist, "I see, whoever has the bigger fist is the better one, this is my new rule."

Pei Hu stared at him for a while, then burst out laughing, "Okay! I like this new rule!"

"I'll tell you now, whose fist is bigger!"

Pei Hu took a deep breath, took a big step, and smashed it with one punch.

The punches are like tigers going down the mountain, domineering and fierce!

Qi Wei exclaimed excitedly, "This is Boss Pei Hu's tiger-shaped fist! Yang Ye, you are dead!"

Chen Guanping also had a cold smile on his face.

At the beginning, Pei Hu defeated the boss of another gang in Shinan District with his tiger-shaped fist, so that in that battle, he set foot on the level of inner strength warrior!

This is Pei Hu's lore!

Obviously, he was really angered by this Yang Ye, and wanted to kill the chicken and set an example!

However, Ye Yang didn't move, as if shocked by the punch.

Pei Hu's face was even more proud.

It seems that this kid is really just a beginner of internal strength, and he has only shown a little strength, and he is completely intimidated!

Old Li, Aunt Zhao, and the staff of the welfare home couldn't bear to look directly.

A half-old child couldn't help but said, "Why doesn't that big brother stop him?"

Old Li sighed, but was speechless.

Su Qingyan's face showed anxiety, and she even wanted to step up to help, "Mr. Yang, get out of the way!"

But Ye Yang turned his head and smiled slightly, "Hide? He can't hurt me in the slightest."

"Boy, do you still have to show your strength in front of a woman when you are about to die?"

Pei Hu's face was full of sneer.

In a matter of seconds, the domineering and fierce fist was already present.

Qi Wei, Chen Guanping, and the five black-clothed boys who were beaten by Ye Yang and vomited blood all grinned.

As if he had seen Ye Yang vomiting three liters of blood, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

But they were wrong.

Ye Yang also punched, and between square inches, the last one came first.

boom--!

The two fists slammed together suddenly.

The next moment, Pei Hu flew out directly, and in mid-air, the entire right arm was soft and collapsed, obviously it was useless.

Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, Ye Yang wiped his fist on Qi Wei's body and said with a smile, "My fist is big, I have the final say, understand?"

The audience was silent, no one dared to speak.

Pei Hu turned over and stood up, his face pale and sweaty.

"This guy is too scary..." Qi Wei opened his mouth and looked up at Ye Yang, unable to speak.

Chen Guanping couldn't wait to slap his own mouth.

Even the boss of Heiyimen, Pei Hu, lost, who can beat this guy?

"Boy, I advise you not to be too arrogant."

"You are an outsider after all. Outsiders are not welcome in Shinan District."

"What if you are stronger than me? Liu Heng, Yan Chengqing are stronger, they will beat you to the ground and beg for mercy!"

Pei Hu took a deep breath, his eyes were indifferent, and he regained the momentum of the old black-clothed door boss.

"Come on, go and invite the two pavilion owners, let this foreign kid know that the sky is high!"

"Yes!" said the cigar box boy.

"No, I'm right here."

A solemn and solemn voice sounded from the door of the orphanage.

Pei Hu's face showed joy, how could he not recognize this voice, it was Yan Chengqing, the owner of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Museum!

Before Pei Hu became a martial artist of internal strength, Yan Chengqing was already well-known, and he was in the south of the city.

According to some gossip, Yan Chengqing's cultivation level has even reached the inner strength!

And he, Pei Hu, was in his forties, and barely managed to climb to the level of inner strength. In this realm, Pei Hu estimated that he had no hope.